Zara’s POVI heard every word of Sterling’s interview before he was ushered in. When he sat beside me and took my hand, the simple brush of his thumb steadied me. Then Cassian was called, and I listened closely to every sharp exchange in his interrogation. It’s ironic, tragic even, that the Blackwells are now tangled at the very center of this nightmare. My mind replayed the shadowed figure in black I saw before. I feel it in my bones, he is behind this. And yet why didn’t the footage catch him entering the building? Something wasn’t adding up.Cassian returned and lowered himself into the seat beside me, the silence between us suffocating. I kept wondering, would Cassian truly want me dead? What if he went out searching for a weapon and came back only to lash out at the wrong body under my sheets? Did my words to him earlier ignite a rage he couldn’t swallow?Six families already had reason to hate me after last night’s games. Six enemies with bloodshot eyes watching me win. Now i
Sterling’s POVI stayed outside, waiting for Aria. The last thing I wanted was to make things more complicated for her, though a corpse found in her bed was already complicated enough.The morning air was sharp, carrying the hum of restless whispers from the others. I didn’t flinch when a man in a grey coat approached, his badge half-hidden in the fold.“Mr. Sterling Blackwell?”I arched a brow. “Who’s asking?”“Detective Paul. Please, come with me.”I followed him across the gravel path to the smaller annex near the mansion. The atmosphere inside was different, quieter and heavier. The elderly sat in the drawing room, masks of control hiding barely restrained panic. Cassian was there, but Aria was nowhere in sight, which troubled me more than I cared to admit.Immediately we entered the interrogation room, I cut them off before they had the chance to pounce. “Where is Aria?”“In the next room. You’ll see her after. We’ll start with you now,” one detective said, motioning to a chair.
Zara’s POVThe noise grew louder outside, shouts and gasps echoing through the early morning air. I checked the time, almost 5 a.m.“Shit,” I muttered, heart racing. “I didn’t even realize morning had crept in.”“You should leave first. I’ll follow after,” Sterling said, his voice low and urgent.“Okay. And remember we were never together,” I reminded.“Got it.”I slipped my robe over my nightdress and stepped into the chill. The wind bit against my skin as I made my way toward the front of the building.Sandra’s screams split the dawn, raw and hysterical. Guests in nightclothes spilled out, voices layering into a chaotic hum. My pulse quickened. Something was wrong, very wrong.I spotted Tessa and Nico in the crowd. Tessa’s face was streaked with tears, her hands trembling. I rushed to them.“Tessa, what is it?” I asked, but before I could say more, she turned, her eyes going wide. Relief and fear flickered across her face.She threw her arms around me, clinging like she’d been holdi
Zara’s POVHis mouth claimed mine with hunger. His kiss was messy, desperate, like he’d been starved of me for years. His hands roamed everywhere, palming, squeezing, gripping me like I belonged to him.The silk strap of my nightdress slid off my shoulder, the fabric pooling at my waist. His lips left mine, dragging down my throat until he closed around my nipple, sucking hard. I gasped, my hand clutching his hair as he teased the other breast with his fingers. Every pinch made me moan louder, my body betraying me. His lips returned to mine, kissing deeply.I pushed his shirt open, nails grazing across the solid muscle of his chest. I kissed along his jawline, his neck, then lower, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down to his chest. When I caught his nipple between my lips, he let out a low groan that vibrated through me.Sliding off his lap, I sank to my knees before him, unbuckling his belt with trembling fingers and freeing him. His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, already throbbin
Zara’s POVAfter winning the Carringtons, the air inside the hall was electric, the champagne-scented kind of silence that only happens when fortunes are at stake. By now, nearly everyone had abandoned the dance floor and gathered around the long green-felt table, their jewels glittering under chandeliers, eyes hungry as they watched me climb.They whispered as I played. Some swore I was cheating. Others swore I was blessed with impossible luck. Either way, I was winning, and in this room, winning meant power.Mr. Everhart, stoic as marble, betrayed nothing, but I caught the faint curve at the corner of his mouth, pride he refused to wear openly. He was watching me drag the Everhart name up the ladder, one ruthless hand at a time. I beat five families already, some shares lower than twenty, but still, it's a lot.The final opponent was the one everyone had been waiting for: Vanderlyn, our host. His son Peterson slid into the chair across from me with the cool arrogance of someone who
Zara’s POVSterling chose to pay the fee instead of kissing Sandra. Relief flooded through me, though Sandra’s face twisted in rage. She stormed out of the circle, her entourage following close behind. One by one, the game unraveled until the group scattered.I headed back to my room. Cassian was on the bed, scrolling through his phone.“Do you always have to find a way to humiliate me in front of everyone?” he asked without looking up.I stilled, slipped off my shoes, and arched a brow. “Humiliate you? Because I danced with a girl?”His phone hit the side table with a thud. “Yes. I’m your husband…”“Oh, please.” I cut him off. “‘I’m your husband, I’m your husband.’ ” I mimicked, throwing up air quotes, my tone deliberately mocking.His eyes snapped to mine, dark with fury.“Aside from wearing the title, what exactly do you do as my husband, Cassian? Because from where I stand, it seems pretending to be a family man is more important to you than actually being one.” I yanked the head