FAZER LOGINAlicia's POV His arm was across my waist when I woke. The room was grey with early light, the city outside still quiet, the type of quiet that belongs to the hour before a place fully commits to its day. I lay still for a moment. The weight of his arm. The warmth of the room. The dress lying acros
Her hands moved from my shoulders to my face, her palms cupping my jaw, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. It was a gesture of such unexpected tenderness it nearly undid me. Her eyes, dark and dazed, locked onto mine. In them, I saw not the woman I had wronged, but the woman I was with, in this moment,
Her hand anchored hard against the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me exactly where she needed me. For a moment, I wasn't the man who had failed her. I was just a man giving her pleasure. She said my name once, twice, the third time broken completely, and her whole body arched
Edward's POV Her mouth was on mine when I got the door open. I walked her backward into the room, the city lights filtering through the window in thin strips that barely illuminated the space. Her hands were already at my collar, working open the buttons of my shirt with an urgency that sent a jol
Alicia's POV The restaurant Edmund had not arranged. Edward had seen it from the car on the second day and remembered it. No assistant. No agenda attached to the table. We walked there. He asked about Lily before we reached the first corner. "Is she still seeing the cardiologist every three mon
I ordered wine. The work wasn't finished. The room was quieter. She took the glass without comment. Drank. Set it down and kept writing. She spoke about the eastern corridor communities directly, without framing or adjustment, as if they existed in the room with us. Her hand moved as she talked, m
Vivienne had helped destroy us. And she'd never stopped. Every cruel word she'd ever said to me. Every dismissive look. Every time she'd made me feel worthless and small and wrong. It wasn't personal dislike. It was practice. She'd done it to my mother first. Perfected it on her. Then aimed th
Alicia's POV He believed the story ended when I walked away. He forgot who wrote it. The Uber rolled to a stop. For a moment, I didn’t move. The city breathed outside the tinted glass—horns, distant laughter, the low sound of traffic climbing through the summer night. My reflection stared back
The words reached me through layers of cotton. "The majority stake in Valentine Industries is yours by right of inheritance." My nails bit into the armrest. "All company decisions and stakeholder authority defer to you as the primary heir." He stopped. Silence dropped over the room like a weigh
Edward's POV I arrived at six-fifteen. The lobby was subdued, a stillness reserved for buildings where decisions were made far above the ground. Marble floors gleaming, soft light reflecting off muted walls with faint traces of polish, and curated scents. Security stood at the elevator checkpoint







