There were many unspoken words in Alexander's chamber. An unexpected tiredness settled deep in Dysis's bones after everything that had transpired. Even though the heat from the shower had only slightly reduced the stress in her muscles, a new type of tension replaced it as soon as Alexander carried her out. He moved fluidly across the room, holding her tightly but cautiously, as though she were something delicate—something valuable. Her pulse raced at the juxtaposition between this compassion and his previous fury. When he arrived at the bed, he carefully laid her down, wrapped her in a towel, and moved away."Keeping what little control he still had, he added, "Your clothes are on the bed." "Change."Unable to look him in the eye, Dysis nodded. "Don't ever do that again" was the firm command she could still hear in his voice, and she could still feel his warm touch on her flesh. It wasn't until he turned away and left the room that she realised she was holding back her breath. As Dys
Dysis’s heart stilled. "Are you inquiring about my true identity?" she whispered, just loud enough to be audible. Alexander paused, then gradually withdrew his hand, leaving a lingering warmth behind. His face was inscrutable, yet there was a glimmer in his eyes—something contained, something he had been suppressing."You've been looking for solutions," he said smoothly, getting up from the bed and walking toward the mahogany desk in the corner. The faint light from the chandelier created elongated shadows over his face, accentuating his already prominent features. "It’s time you began obtaining them." Her heartbeat roared in her ears. "What are you saying?" He did not respond right away. Instead, he opened a drawer, retrieving a smooth black folder. He paused for just a moment before facing her, his expression inscrutable. "Your father wasn't the sole one hiding things from you." A shiver coursed through Dysis’s body. She gulped nervously, her fingers pressing into the gentle m
The room is sparsely lit, filled with the soft hum from medical monitors. The mobility meter piano, along with the medical pads, kept Lucian alive. He braved the painful encounter that gave him a near-death experience. He lay on a bed, looking at a white ceiling, but deep down, he brooded over something that felt deeply broken.Dys liked to gaze down at the intricate designs imprinted on her engagement ring. Sometime in the past she had been able to accept that ring. However, did she think it was going to turn out to be a gift? “Give me that ring!” she asked impatiently. “I am ready to accept whatever you tell me. Just give that ring to me!” “I surrender” came a calm reply, but that required everyone to stop whatever it was they were doing. Otherwise every panel in the tower would burst.Lucian squeezed his eyes shut. He could still hear her voice. *"I’ll marry Max."* His breath hitched. He hadn’t seen it at first, but now he understood—Dysis had been willing to shackle herself to
What was unsaid was more menacing than actual words on the Levi estate. Even after cursing it, it settled into the bones like a powerful curse. Along came Adam Levi to Alexander’s estate, where the underlying resentment and the distance of years instantly cloaked him like a thick blanket.For the first time in years, Alexander had agreed to see his father. It was an uncharacteristic move, one that had even Milo raising an eyebrow when he escorted Adam into Alexander’s private office.Alexander stood behind his desk, a vision of control in his tailored black suit, his icy-blue eyes as unreadable as ever. Adam, in contrast, carried his age with an aura of power only a man who had ruled the underworld could possess. The father and son stood across from each other, two titans in the same bloodline, separated by years of mistakes.Adam was the first to break the silence. “You finally stopped running from me.”“I wasn’t running,” Alexander said flatly. “I was building something stronger tha
Alexander's office was a tense place, the smell of good whisky and smooth leather mingling with a chill—something dangerous. Shadows danced across the deep mahogany walls as a fire whispered quietly in the hearth. It was a room designed for power, a place where underworld kings made their decisions. And this evening, it would witness something much more sinister. Sofie stood by the desk, composed yet self-satisfied, her tailored red dress clinging to every contour, the pronounced V-neck highlighting the grace of her figure. Her golden locks were elegantly styled in smooth waves, and her crimson nails drummed continuously on the surface of her phone. She was ready. With a grin teasing her lips, she pushed the phone across the desk. The display remained vivid, casting light on the incriminating scene—Dysis and Lucian, just inches apart, his hand poised near her cheek, their eyes entwined in an undeniably intimate connection. Sofie leaned her head, observing Alexander, anticipati
The only sound came from the luxury car's faint hum of the engine. The dashboard was lighted by the golden sunlight as the background metropolis was whirling by. The car stayed frigid despite the nice illumination, which felt oppressive given all the unsaid emotions and sentiments. Dysis sat stiffly next to Alexander, her fingers holding the silky cloth of her dress. She needs to speak. She was about to say something. She felt that every single idea was focused on last night. Her thoughts kept playing on repeat the scorching sensation from his desperate kiss, the way his hands danced under her nightgown, and his harsh touch. Where he marked her still tingled and her body seemed to be on fire. He gave her a cursory look. Alexander was his normal self—expressionless and emotionally cold. Black tailored trousers matched a white button-down shirt that was not fully buttoned. He seemed to be effortlessly gripping the wheel. Hands lying naturally against his knee. His face and features
Long after Alexander left the corridor, the silence there persisted, but the weight of his presence persisted like a storm unwilling to pass. Lucian rolled his shoulders as if releasing the ghost of Alexander's hold, then exhaled gently. Not from fear but from something deeper—something raw, unresolved—his heart continued to pound. He had seen it, Alexander's eyes flickering with uncertainty, his body stiffening at those final words. “You worry she will love someone else.” Lucian intended not to say it. But the truth had a tendency to escape when most important. Turning towards the balcony, his hands closed into fists. The cool night air touched his skin, but it had no effect to quell the fire raging within of him. Dysis. Her response had combined shock with something else—hesitation. Ever thought about him that way? Alternatively had he waited far too long? Lucian shook his head at his own stupidity, then laughed dryly. At this point, it was irrelevant. Alexander
"What was that?" Alexander tipped his head slightly, his icy-blue eye invisible. "a warning." Dysis scowled. " For his or for me?" Though he never saw it, a soft smile lingered on his lips. "both.”Dysis let out a frustrated breath. "This—whatever this is between you two—is not just about me?" Alexander moved forward and pushed her to raise her chin to meet his eye. His voice low, "you were the catalyst," he whispered, then "this was inevitable." Her gut turned around. She had seen it—that way Lucian and Alexander had stared at one another. This was more than just competition. It was something more profoundly ingrained. elderly. “Alexander—" There was buzz on his phone. Glancing at the television, his face darkened. He said, "I'll be right back," then turned and left without further word. Dysis watched him go, her chest constricting with discomfort. Not over was whatever had just happened between Alexander and Lucian. And right now another force was draggin
Cinnamon and sugar still smelt, like a secret clinging to the warmth of the kitchen. It curled softly around the marble counters and the golden afternoon light, weaving itself into the corners of the mansion that rarely held such sweetness. Dysis was at the counter spreading whipped vanilla frosting over the top layer of the cake with deliberate fingers. Her hair, pulled carelessly back, was flecked with flour. Her apron was covered in powdered sugar and streaks of buttercream, yet today she was calm—a terrible stillness that did not quite reach her eyes. Following her lead, Nani moved next to her with subdued hands, trying not to overreach. She did not speak very much. Every syllable seemed like walking on thin glass. Then I heard the sound of a door. The front door clicked open; then the solid, distinct thud of boots upon wooden flooring.The hand of Dysis stopped. She was aware of the sound. Alexander. She needed not to turn around to find it was him. The change in the air
Cormac turned slightly, his angular face sharply shadowed by the low bulb above casting. "No more mistakes," he said slowly and stepped forward, his boots softly thudding against the concrete floor. “And in return for your loyalty, I suppose you have needs.”Sofie paused. Her eyes dropped to her hands, precisely groomed and barely shaking.Indeed, she said softly. "I want you to guard me... from her."Cormac raised a brow, intrigued. “Lili Levi.”Sofie’s head snapped up. The name itself tasted bitter on her tongue. “She’s going to kill me,” she said quietly. “Or worse. She already warned me. If Dysis talks… if Adam finds out what I did at the wedding… I’m dead.”A sharp laugh echoed from Cormac’s chest, but it wasn’t mocking. It was calculating. “So, the queen of the Levi family has finally lost her leash on you.”"I was never on a leash," Sofie said, then stopped with a shaky voice. "I just didn't have a choice." Cormac watched her for a long beat, then moved gently around the table
The automobile hummed gently as it negotiated the twisting road, its tires rolling over the well-kept asphalt. The engine's rhythmic sound seemed to resound in the calm of the evening, almost as if the car were a part of the silent symphony encirclement. Outside, the delicate colours of the twilight sky mixed with the deep shadows of the approaching night as the fading sunshine merged with the encroaching darkness. With her hands tightly closed in her lap, Nani sat in the rearseat and her body stiff and strained. From the pressure, her fingers had turned white, and the leather of the car seat appeared to press back on her, the tightness in her chest was building with every second. Though her attention was far-off, as if her mind were elsewhere caught in a whirl of ideas she was unable to escape, she stared out the window. The weight of her daughter's dangerous circumstances made her heart heavy. Dispersion. Nani's stomach turned over at the idea of her, vulnerable and open to the da
Alexander’s fingers curled tightly around his phone, his jaw clenching as his father’s words echoed like a shot fired in the dark.“About Sofie,” Adam repeated, his voice low and grave.The silence that followed was ice-thick and heavy. It crackled in the air like static—something dangerous was coming.Alexander turned slowly, his gaze finding Nani still standing by the doorway. Without taking his eyes off her, he spoke into the phone. “Talk.”“She’s gone,” Adam said. “Vanished. No trace. Her number’s dead. Her apartment? Emptied. No luggage, no forwarding, nothing.”Alexander’s voice dropped to a lethal register. “What are you telling me, exactly?”Adam exhaled through the phone. “She was working for someone. I don’t know who yet. I’ve had people digging, but it’s like chasing a ghost. She’s left no trail.”Alexander’s mind began to rotate in quiet, surgical precision. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”“I wasn’t sure. I had to be sure,” Adam said, his voice hardening, the guilt only
The late afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows of the Levi estate's drawing room, throwing golden hues across the polished marble floors and elegant furnishings. The space radiated classic beauty with its lofty ceilings and detailed moldings. Overhead hung a crystal chandelier whose facets caught the sunlight and distributed it into a rainbow of hues.Alexander sat by the fireplace, his sharp features softly illuminated by the flames. Wearing a custom charcoal suit, he radiated authority with a straight posture and focused eyes. Apart from the distant chirping of birds outside, the only sound in the fire was soft cracking. Nani entered the room, her footfall light on the marble floor. Her dark hair, flecked with silver, was pushed back into a sophisticated chignon. She walked elegantly despite her age; her brown eyes revealed a depth of knowledge and warmth. She wore a basic gold necklace against her collarbone and a deep burgundy dress that matched her complexion."Alexand
The night passed quietly.But not peacefully.Alexander lay beside Dysis, his body still while his mind ran through every word, every glance, every silence. Her head was tucked beneath his chin, her breath slow and steady against his chest. She looked weightless in sleep, but he knew better. She carried too much beneath that soft exterior—memories she wouldn’t speak, feelings she hadn’t buried deep enough.He didn’t need to ask what she and Vee were whispering about.She may not have said Lucian's name out loud, but he heard it like a damn bell. Alexander looked up at the ceiling. The drapes were open, hence the dull street lamp light was streaming through and creating thin lines on the elegant moulding. He still vividly recall the lovely glow of her wedding gown and the way the lights danced in her eyes. He did, however, wonder whether she ever wished someone else had been there for her at the altar. Louie is The idea made him ill to his stomach. Lucian had been there in the shadows
Vee walked back into the room slowly, bringing a tray with a glass of water and two pale capsules nestled inside a small ceramic bowl. A soft click came from the door. In dim light, the tray sparkled and reflected the sparkle of the crystal wall lamps around it, giving the room a warm glow. The soft whisper of her boots cut through the heavy silence in the air as she moved slowly across the thick, fluffy carpet. There was a delicate kind of quiet that was heavy with too many feelings and words that were not said. The soft velvet furniture and small gold accents in the room seemed to know—they were caught between stress and release, like the quiet before a storm.Vee spoke with a gentler, more measured tone than normal. "Lucian advised taking them before bed," she remarked, gently arranging the tray on the nightstand next to the bed. Her gaze stayed on Dysis, observing the worn-out sag in her shoulders and the subtle lines of tension starting to show up on her face. Under the low ligh
Warm golden light flooded the marble floor as the brilliant mahogany doors of the Levi home opened. From the ceiling, chandeliers dripped crystal tears whose delicate, low brilliance created shimmering shadows along the tall, arched corridor. Freshly waxed wood smelt like jasmine, a perfume Dysis loved mixed with mild undertones. She was unaware Alexander had specifically ordered the perfume just for their trip back.Their footsteps echoed softly as they stepped inside.Dysis held Alexander’s hand like it was the only thing anchoring her to the world. Her fingers were cold, wrapped tight around his larger, calloused ones. He noticed—of course he did—but said nothing. Rather, he looked at her sideways, brows wrinkled beneath a mass of coal-black hair slightly twisted simply from the drive. Her temple rested against the hard muscle under the black fabric of his fitted shirt as she leaned into his arm. He wore only the neat dark shirt tucked into formal trousers that lethally elegantly h
The stairs of the private jet unfolded with a mechanical hiss, the sound sharp and final like a knife sliding from its sheath. The white steps gleamed under the pale morning sun, still kissed with dew as if the runway itself had been waiting for their return.First Dysis walked out, the faint click of her heeled boots touching metal reverberating over the silence. Her frame was hugging a navy trench coat, belted tightly at the waist, and the hem fluttered in the chilly breeze like a flag of quiet resistance. Her dark hair, sleek and parted to the side, was twisted into a low twist, the kind of easy grace required without asking for it. Under the coat, black silk shadows and disciplined lines suggested something armor-like less a dress, more a declaration.Behind her, Alexander emerged like a storm in a tailored suit obsidian-black with a deep charcoal shirt beneath, open just at the collar, no tie. His silver cufflinks, bearing the Levi crest, caught the morning light like small, deli