Masuk~ LENA ~Nathan was waiting for me when I got home. He was standing in the foyer when I walked through the front door. He must have seen Vivienne’s car pulling away after I waved her goodbye.Before I could take more than a few steps, he was already closing the distance between us, and I walked straight into his arms.He smiled as he pulled me into a warm hug, wrapping his arms around me as though he’d been waiting all afternoon just for this moment.“I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against my hair.I felt his breath on my temple, warm and familiar. Then he inhaled slowly, his arms tightening around me for a moment.I smiled, relaxing against his chest. For just a moment, I let myself sink into the sweet warmth of his body, breathing in his familiar scent.It felt good being in his arms. Too good.There was something about being held like this that made the tension I’d been carrying all day slowly melt away. His arms felt like the safest place in the world to be.
~ CAMILLE ~By the time the driver turned the car through the gates of the Devereux estate, the dull pounding behind my temples had developed into a full-blown headache.I sighed, lifting my fingers to my temple and pressing them lightly against the throbbing spot the same way I had done several times during the drive home, hoping the ache would finally ease.But it didn’t. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse.I closed my eyes for a moment and drew in a slow breath as the car rolled down the drive. When I opened them again, I was staring at the mansion.It looked magnificent as it always did. Grand. The kind of home people slowed their cars to admire. The kind of house women dreamed of living in.Once upon a time… I’d been one of those women.These days, I barely noticed it anymore. Not the lovely gardens. Or the impressive fountain standing in the center of the circular driveway with its marble Grecian statue.I’d driven past it thousands of times. But just like almost everyth
~ LENA ~All through the ride back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Camille. Even as Vivienne filled the drive with conversation about the upcoming gala, my mind was barely with her.I believed what she said—that women like Camille were used to being the center of attention wherever they went, and my entrance had probably unsettled her.Still…I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t adding up. It was obvious from the very second we met that she disliked me. She hadn’t even tried to hide it. Especially after the meeting ended and the women lingered in little groups chatting.I’d watched her from across the room as she spoke quietly with Margaret.When their conversation ended, she’d picked up her handbag and sunglasses from the table.As she turned to leave, our eyes met once again.This time, she paused. Just for a second. Her gaze swept over me, razor-sharp with contempt.Then, without a single word, she slipped her sunglasses into place and walked right past me like I
~ LENA ~“Oh, Margaret.”Before I could as much as say a word, Camille’s voice cut through the silence. It drifted across the table, smooth as silk, carrying just enough warmth to avoid sounding rude.Heads turned in her direction as she smiled graciously. “I’m not sure that’s entirely fair.”Margaret regarded her with silent curiosity.Camille folded her hands neatly on the table.“Kimberly has only just joined us. She’s still getting acquainted with the Circle.” She looked at me, her smile still perfectly composed. “It hardly seems right to put her on the spot before she’s had the chance to understand how we do things around here.”A few women exchanged uncertain glances.“I don’t think Margaret is putting her on the spot,” Vivienne spoke gently beside me, looking directly at Camille. “She’s only inviting Kimberly to share her thoughts. There’s no harm in hearing from someone new. Let her speak.”On the surface, Camille sounded thoughtful, protective. But beneath her carefully chose
~ LENA ~“All right, ladies, enough of the small talk. Let’s get started, shall we?”As soon as Margaret Hawthorne spoke, the atmosphere in the room changed. I looked around the table. Smiles had faded. Leather folders were opened. Tablets were lit up, pens uncapped. Everyone sat a little straighter.For the first time since I arrived, I wasn’t looking at expensive dresses or sparkling jewelry. I was looking at women ready to work.Margaret glanced in my direction with a pleased expression. “Before we get on with business, there’s someone I’d like to introduce to you all.”My heart skipped.“Kimberly Blackwood.”Every head at the table turned toward me, making the breath freeze in my lungs.Margaret smiled warmly. “Some of you already know Kimberly by reputation as Nathan Blackwood’s wife. As we all know, Mr. Blackwood has been one of the Circle’s most generous supporters over the years, and we’re delighted to welcome his wife as well.” Grinning, she turned to me. “Welcome to the fold
~ LENA ~Silence descended.It wasn’t the peaceful, comfortable kind. It was the type that made every hair on my body stand. Made me aware of the shocked stares of the women closest to us who, apparently, had heard every word Camille had spoken.Then, like ripples spreading across perfectly still water, the silence travelled. Conversations nearby faltered, laughter dwindled, more heads turned in our direction. Not because everyone had heard what Camille said, but because they’d noticed the sudden tension.“Camille!” Vivienne reacted, her smile turning into a frown. Her voice was quiet, but filled with disappointment.Camille looked at her without the slightest hint of remorse. “What?” she asked lightly. “I merely made an observation. Being honest shouldn’t be a problem. Should it?”She glanced around at the uncomfortable faces surrounding us, amusement dancing in her green eyes.“Kimberly isn’t ‘anyone’ as you put it,” Vivienne said. “In case you haven’t heard, she’s Nathan Blackwood’s
~ LENA ~I had to be dreaming. Could it really be—?Nathan’s lips didn’t allow the thought form fully in my head. They didn’t give me the room to think. His mouth devoured mine like a man who’d been starving. Like the past days he’d been away had been torture, and this—me—was his only relief.His ha
~ LENA ~I couldn’t sleep at all that night. No matter how many times I closed my eyes, my mind wouldn’t turn off.Each time I began to drift off, Sofia’s face flashed before me like a guilty conscience, jolting me awake again.Forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours before my sister could lose her lif
~ LENA ~Minutes later, I was walking into a small, quiet café just a block away from the hospital. Julian moved ahead of me. He looked around the room once before choosing a table in a cozy, private spot by the window.He pulled out a chair for me, then took the seat opposite. He looked calm—too ca
~ LENA ~Forty-eight hours.That was how long my sister, Sofia, had left to live.The doctor’s voice wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. It had been cold and final, like a sentence already passed.“Mrs. Martinez—if we don’t operate within the next forty-eight hours, her heart may fail. We could lose h







