LOGINBRYNN POVI enter the dining room on Elena’s arm, every conversation stalling the second we step inside.Vex straightens in his seat, eyes locking on me instantly. The faintest flicker passes through his expression—approval, possession, maybe both. He stands, pulling out the chair beside him. His hand brushes mine as I sit, the brief contact sending heat straight through me.Stavros lifts his glass, voice rich and commanding.“ To new beginnings—and profitable partnerships.”Crystal clinks fill the air. The dinner unfolds with orchestrated elegance—course after course of Mediterranean delicacies appearing as if by magic. Conversation flows easily among the men, though every word feels like part of a larger negotiation.Under the table, Vex’s hand finds my knee. His touch is possessive yet controlled, fingers resting right where the slit of my dress parts against my thigh. I can feel the burn of it, even through the silk.Andreas leans forward, eyes sharp with curiosity.“Mrs. Maddock,
BRYNN POV I sit for a while, staring out over the water. The last of my wine warms my throat before I set the glass aside and move toward the boat. Lately, my thoughts keep circling the same end. My death. Since the wedding, I’ve known it was coming. Maybe not today. Maybe not soon. But it’s inevitable. Wives in our world don’t survive long—not ones who fall in love with men like Vex Maddock. He can try to stop it, but fate always finds a way. I’ll die at the hands of a crime lord. That’s how stories like mine end. The boat rocks gently in the hush that stretches between us. Vex stands at the bow, back rigid, staring into the endless blue. Dried blood clings to his hand, but he doesn’t move to clean it. The captain murmurs something in Greek. Vex answers without looking up. The engines rumble to life. “We’re returning to the villa,” he says, his tone clipped, professional—every trace of emotion buried deep. As the boat turns toward home, our eyes meet across the deck. For a h
BRYNN POVThe boat slices through the crystal waters of the Aegean, sunlight glinting off the waves and misting over the deck.Vex stands at the bow, one hand gripping the railing. His white linen shirt billows in the breeze—a stark contrast to his usual black.He turns as I approach, his gaze flicking over my blue dress with a brief glint of approval.The captain calls something in Greek. Vex responds without taking his eyes off me.“We’ll be passing the main harbor soon,” he says. “There’ll be eyes watching.”He extends his hand, expression unreadable. My gaze drifts to his bandaged arm.“Does it hurt?”The question surprises even me. For a second, something real—something unguarded—flickers between us.Vex shakes his head. “It’s almost healed.”He studies the bandage a moment longer, as if uncertain whether to believe his own words.The boat rounds a curve, revealing the crowded harbor ahead. Tourists and locals turn to stare at the sleek vessel gliding by.Vex’s fingers find mine,
BRYNN POV I slip back into my room, locking the door behind me. My frustration with Vex has reached a limit I can barely contain. I want to hit him. And kiss him. Both urges war inside me until I can’t tell where anger ends and something far more dangerous begins. I drop onto the bed and close my eyes, praying for sleep that never comes. My mind won’t stop replaying every word, every glance, every restrained touch. By morning, the light filtering through the curtains paints the room in soft gold. A folded note lies on the floor—slid under my door sometime in the night. The handwriting is sharp and deliberate, controlled—just like its author: “I’ve arranged for a boat tour today. Maintain appearances for a few hours. One more week of appearances.” I exhale sharply. Even his orders are polite. Drawn to the window, I push the curtain aside. Below, on the terrace, Vex stands speaking into his phone, posture rigid. His voice is too low to make out, but his expression says enough—ten
VEX POVMy breath catches audibly, control slipping for just a moment before I reclaim it with visible effort.My hand tightens around her waist, fingers pressing into her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.“Careful, Brynn. There are games you don’t want to start with me.”The words come out low, dangerous—a warning dressed like a whisper.I guide her toward a small jewelry shop, posture relaxed but my eyes scanning for threats. To anyone watching, we’re the perfect picture of a possessive husband showing off his new bride. Only we can feel the tension crackling beneath the surface.As we step inside, I lean down, lips barely brushing her ear.“You’re playing with fire,” I murmur. “Fix your attitude.”Her eyes lift to mine—unchanging, unbothered. There’s a spark there I haven’t seen before. Half bratty, half flirty. It unsettles me more than I’ll admit.Then she grabs my collar and pulls me in close, her lips ghosting my ear. To anyone else, it looks like affection. But we bot
BRYNN POVMorning arrives with relentless Mediterranean sunlight, pouring through the terrace doors like a spotlight I can’t escape. The scent of coffee and fresh pastries drifts through the villa — cruelly domestic for a place that feels anything but peaceful.Vex sits at the table outside, already dressed in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His knuckles are bandaged.He looks up when I enter, his face carved into practiced neutrality.“Good morning.”His tone is polite, clipped — like we’re business partners sharing a meal after a deal gone bad.He gestures to the spread before him. “The doctor will be here at ten to check my arm.”I nod once, taking the seat across from him. I pour coffee, ignoring the food. Appetite doesn’t stand a chance against tension this thick.Vex watches me over the rim of his cup, eyes tracking my movements with a predator’s patience.He sets the cup down, the soft clink against porcelain unnaturally loud in the quiet.“You should eat s







