MasukElena
Pregnant. The word echoes through my head over and over again, but it doesn’t settle properly. It just keeps crashing into me. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.
I stare at Cillian like I’ve forgotten how to breathe. The room suddenly feels too small. Too warm. Too loud. The monitor beside me keeps beeping steadily, but the sound feels distant now, muffled behind the rushing in my ears.
“No,” I whis
MayaThe second we step outside the restaurant, I know dinner is over. Not because of Viktor. Because of me. I've spent the entire evening pretending to listen while thinking about an Irish idiot in a hospital bed. An Irish idiot who nearly died. An Irish idiot who sent Ronan to spy on my date. An Irish idiot who answered my phone call after a single ring.The realization alone is enough to make me angry all over again. The cool night air hits my face as we stop beside Viktor's car. For a few seconds, neither of us speaks. Traffic moves around us. People walk past. The city continues, as if my life isn't currently falling apart.Then Viktor breaks the silence. "I'll take you home.""No."His eyes narrow slightly. "Maya.""No."The smile disappears from his face. Not completely, just enough. The change is subtle. But it's there. And suddenly I'm tired. So tired. Tired of the explosion. Tired of secrets. Tired of fear. Tired of men deci
DeclanThe second Maya hangs up, I know I'm in trouble. Not because of Viktor. Not because of Cillian. Not because Liam is currently glaring at me like he wants to handcuff me to the hospital bed. Because of one sentence. ‘Come see me.’I shouldn't have said it. I know that. The problem is, I meant it. Every word. Every syllable. The silence that follows the call feels heavier than the conversation itself. I stare at my phone. At the dark screen. At my own reflection staring back. Christ. I've completely lost my mind.Liam is sitting in the chair across from me. Watching. The bastard has been watching me for the entire call. Not listening. Just watching. Which somehow feels worse. "How bad is it?"I look up. "What?"He points toward me."Whatever's happening in your head."I snort. Pain immediately shoots through my ribs. Fantastic. "Mind your business."“Aye." He nods. "That's usually how I know it's serious.
MayaI spend forty-five minutes staring at my closet. Not because I don't have clothes. Because apparently I'm losing my mind. I pull out a black dress. Put it back. Try a green one. Hate it. Try jeans. Put those back too. By the time I've changed outfits for the fifth time, I'm ready to throw myself out the window.The problem isn't the dinner. The problem is everything else. The explosion. The kiss. The hospital. The texts. Declan. Especially Declan.My phone sits on the edge of my bed. Silent. For now. I glance at it. Then immediately look away. Pathetic. Completely pathetic. Sophia would never let me live this down. The thought alone almost makes me call her. Almost. Then she'd start asking questions. Questions I don't want to answer.Questions like: Why are you smiling at your phone? Why do you look nervous? Why did you spend twenty minutes staring at a text that says "Don't tempt me sweetheart”?
DeclanI hate hospitals. I hate the smell. I hate the machines. I hate the nurses. And I especially hate the fact that everyone seems to think nearly dying means I should sit still and behave myself. It's insulting. The television drones quietly in the corner of the room, some daytime talk show nobody actually watches. My attention isn't on it.It hasn't been on it all morning. My attention is currently on my phone. More specifically, on Maya. The woman has occupied every bloody thought in my head since she walked into this hospital. The kiss didn't help. If anything, it made everything ten times worse. Now I know she still feels it. The pull. The attraction. The thing we've spent years pretending wasn't there.And now she's going out with a Russian. A Russian. Christ. The door opens. Liam walks inside carrying a folder. One look at his face tells me this isn't a social visit. Good. I don't want company. I want information. "What?"He tosses the folder on
MayaI don't sleep. Not really. I close my eyes. I lie in bed. I stare at the ceiling. But sleep never comes. Every time I start drifting off, I see fire. The explosion. The flames. The twisted remains of Declan's Aston Martin.Then my brain immediately replaces the image with something worse. Declan in that hospital bed. Bandages. Bruises. Burns. The sight of him keeps replaying over and over. So does the kiss. Especially the kiss.God. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn't thinking. That's the problem. For one stupid moment, I forgot about reality. Forgot about consequences. Forgot about Elena. Forgot about everything except the fact that I thought he'd died. And then he was alive. And suddenly, years of pretending disappeared. The memory makes my stomach twist.I roll over. Then back again. Then grab my phone. 4:17 AM. Wonderful. I hate everything. My phone lights up. A text message. Unknown number. My
DeclanThe second Maya walks out of the room, I know I'm fucked. Not because of the bomb. Not because of the Russians. Not because my entire left side feels like someone used it for target practice. Because Cillian saw. Maybe not everything. But enough.The silence that settles over the room after Maya leaves feels different. Sharper. More dangerous. Elena is still talking. Sophia is still standing near the door. But I can feel it. Cillian is thinking. And that is never a good sign. Especially for me.I keep my eyes on the television mounted in the corner of the room. The television isn't even on. That's not the point. The point is not looking at Cillian. Because if I look at him, he'll know. The bastard always knows. Eventually, Sophia leaves. Then Elena gets dragged away by a nurse who wants to check on the baby.Cillian immediately follows her. Good. Excellent. Perfect. The problem is that Liam stays. Of course he does. The room falls silent. Liam sits
CillianShe’s shaking. Trying not to show it. Trying to hold herself together like she still has some kind of control over this situation. She doesn’t.The elevator is silent except for the sound of her breathing, too fast, too uneven. I watch her from across the space, my hands in my pockets, taki
ElenaThe necklace is worth more than my entire life. I can feel it. Cold diamonds wrapped tight around my throat like a warning I don’t understand.“Don’t touch it too much,” the event manager snaps as she adjusts it for the third time. “You’re modelling it, not fidgeting with it.”“I’m not…” I st
ElenaHis hand doesn’t leave my waist. Not when the music shifts. Not when people start watching. Not when I try to create space between us. If anything, his grip tightens.“Dance,” he says quietly.Not a requ
Chapter 2 CillianI don’t believe in fate. I believe in control. In power. In making decisions before anyone else even realizes there’s a choice to be made. That’s how you stay alive in my world. That’s how you stay on top.Which is exactly why I’m here. Not for the spectacle. Not for the fucking







