LOGINCHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: Jade’S POVThere is a specific kind of silence that exists in a house as large as the Montclair estate at five in the morning. It isn't empty; it’s expectant. For years, I woke up in a silence that felt like a void—a reminder that in the Moretti household, I was a ghost waiting for a haunting. But now, as the soft, blue light of dawn filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of the master suite, the silence felt like a canvas.I slipped out of the silk sheets, careful not to wake the man beside me. Killian slept with a desperate kind of stillness, his arm still thrown over the space where I had been lying, his fingers curled as if even in sleep, he was trying to hold onto the memory of my warmth. I stood there for a moment, just watching him. This was the man who had torn down worlds for me. To the world, he was the Lion, but to me, he was just... mine. And God, was he mine. Every inch of him.I dressed with a deliberate, slow precision. A structured cream blazer
CHAPTER NINETY-SIX: Jade’S POV I lay in the dark, the only sound in the room being the soft, rhythmic hum of the central air and the frantic, quiet thrumming of my own heart. I was facing away from the door, curled on my side into a tight ball, staring at the blurred shadows of the balcony curtains dancing in the moonlight. I wasn't asleep. I was too hyper-aware of the space behind me, the vast, empty half of the bed to even close my eyes. Every nerve ending felt raw, stretched thin by the tension that had followed us home like a ghost. When the door finally opened, I didn't move a muscle. I didn't have to look to know it was him. I could feel the very air in the room shift, growing heavy and charged with that familiar, tracking heat that always seemed to find me no matter how large the room was. He stood there for an eternity, a dark silhouette against the hallway light, just watching the line of my shoulders under the duvet. I kept my breathing steady, forcing a slow rise and f
CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE: Killian’s POVThe blue light from the trio of monitors in my home office washed over me, cold and clinical. On the screens, the faces of my board members in London and Singapore were moving, their mouths forming words about acquisition costs and logistical hurdles.I was nodding in the right places. I was saying "acceptable" and "proceed" at the precise intervals required to keep the machine running. To them, I was the Lion, composed, lethal, and entirely in control.In reality, I was drowning.I couldn't feel the room. I couldn't feel the weight of the mahogany desk beneath my palms. All I could feel was the phantom sensation of Jade’s back as she walked away from me on those stairs. The space between us in that moment felt wider than the Atlantic, and the distance was physically painful.I can’t do this with you right now.The words looped in my mind, a glitch in my programming. She was angry. Worse, she was pulling away. My mother had walked into this house an
CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR: Jade’s POVKillian didn't just walk me to the car; he made a spectacle of it.True to his word, he refused to let me put those "torture devices" back on. He scooped me up into his arms right there in the middle of the warehouse, my bare feet dangling as he carried me through the heavy steel doors. I tried to protest, telling him I could walk to the SUV in my socks, but he just tightened his grip, his eyes dark and unyielding."You aren't putting those on again today, Jade," he murmured against my hair, his voice like velvet over steel. "And you aren't touching this concrete with your bare skin. Just stay still."By the time we pulled into the driveway of the estate, I was leaning against him, feeling that soft, post-work haze. I expected the usual evening routine—the warmth of home, the smell of dinner, and a quiet night.Aurelia met us at the door like a whirlwind of silk and laughter. "Mummy! Daddy! You're back!" She threw herself at our legs, and for a moment,
CHAPTER NINETY-THREE: Jade’S POVThe afternoon sun had shifted, casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished concrete of my new lobby. The air in the warehouse was cooler now, but the atmosphere at our lone oak table was anything but.Killian’s promise to "be quiet" had lasted exactly eleven minutes.Since then, the meeting had devolved into a high-stakes banter match between the two cousins. It was like watching a tennis match played with legal jargon and childhood insults."I'm telling you, Killian, the clause is standard for a reason," Caleb said, rubbing his temples as he looked at a line of text Killian had circled for the third time. "You don't need to put a 'loyalty' rider in a standard employment contract for a graphic designer.""I don't believe in 'standard,'" Killian countered, leaning back and tapping a rhythmic beat against the wood. "I believe in insurance. If they’re handling Jade’s intellectual property, I want their professional souls bound to this building.""
CHAPTER NINETY-TWO: Jade’s POVThe Seaport air was sharp and salt-crusted as Killian’s SUV pulled up to the curb. I looked up at the warehouse, my heart doing a little flutter of nervous excitement. Yesterday, it was a dream discussed over wine. Today, with the sun glinting off the industrial windows, it was the birthplace of my empire."It’s impressive, Jade," Killian murmured, stepping out of the car and standing close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. He didn't just look at the building; he surveyed it like a general inspecting a new fortress. "The structural integrity looks solid, and the perimeter is manageable for a full security detail. I'll have my team install the biometric scanners by the end of the week.""I was thinking more about the aesthetic and the natural light for the studios, but sure, security is good too," I said, a playful edge to my voice as I led him toward the heavy steel doors.The interior was still a vast, echoing shell of white walls and black beams.
Chapter twenty nine Killians povThe room was silent now.Too silent.The call had ended minutes ago, but the tension it brought with it hadn’t left.It lingered.In the air.In my chest.On the way I hadn’t moved from where I stood.I rarely lost control of situations.It wasn’t just discipline.
Chapter eighteen Killian ’s POVI have never liked chaos.In my world, things function best when they follow a plan.Contracts are negotiated.Deals are structured.Problems are solved efficiently.Which is why the past week has been deeply….. inconvenient.My phone vibrated on the desk just as I
Chapter nineThe contract sat lightly on my hands. I had already read most of it.The terms were exactly what Killian had described earlier. A three-year marriage, public appearances when necessary, no romantic obligations, and a financial settlement that would secure my independence once everythin
Chapter forty five Jade POVI still remember Killian’s mouth was still on my neck when the knock came.Sharp and impatient.The kind that didn’t belong to a delivery man or a neighbor.Both of us froze instantly.Killian had lifted his head slowly, his breathing uneven against my skin. His eyes me







