ログイン(Sienna POV)"Demetria's gone, Charlotte's on the other side of the island. You got your fake wife all to yourself." I pull away from Arthur's fake affection. I had been looking forward to that conversation with Demetria and now the day ahead will be filled with monotonous work. Contracts need to be
(Sienna POV) The lunch that was just brought to me is delicious, and better than that it's convenient. I've spent all day sitting criss-cross on the bed with my laptop hooked up to the ethernet port so I could keep working on SH. Having my meals brought to me meant that I didn't have to take a brea
I let my eyes close and feel the sun on my skin, its warmth second only to the heat of Arthur's strong arms. "I am now." I slide my hands up his back and pull myself even closer to him, I nuzzle into his chest feeling just a bit of his skin between the folds of his half-buttoned shirt. My wolf is de
(Charlotte POV) I don't wake up as I had expected to last night. It's not not because of the sun on my eyes or salty sea air wafting through the window or even breakfast being brought to me. I'm woken up by servants gathering up my belongings. My clothes are being removed from the wardrobe, the jew
(Sienna POV) The yacht moored on the edge of the island just before the sun reaches its peak in the sky. The heat beating down on me is ever present, but not oppressive. A cool breeze keeps it from ever getting unpleasant. I spent most of the journey lounging on the deck reviewing my notes for the
"I'm for it." I shrug and look at Arthur. "My love?" I say cloyingly. Arthur is looking at me as if I had struck him. "My love?" I repeat when he doesn't say anything.Finally, he regains his composure and says, "Well if my lovely wife doesn't see a problem with it, who am I to disagree." I had told
Arthur looked at me like my rejection had short-circuited something in his brain. For half a second, his mask slipped. Then the pressure in the room shifted as he let his dominance out on purpose, as if he could force me to reconsider through sheer intimidation.The air thinned, but I held my ground
The words hit like a physical blow. My chest aches as if someone has reached in and twisted my heart. My wolf whimpers, a sound of pure, helpless grief.“I—” I start, but my throat closes.I force a breath in, tasting champagne and perfume and the faint metallic tang of my own rising pain. I want to
I knew something was wrong the second I stepped out of the elevator. The air outside my office felt too still, too quiet. My assistant’s scent—usually coffee and floral shampoo—was laced with nerves. When I opened the door, I understood why.Landon stood in the middle of my office like he owned it,
“I didn’t accuse her,” I say coolly. “The public did.”“You’re manipulating this,” he snaps. “You’re trying to destroy her reputation.”“She can handle her own reputation,” I say. “I don’t need to lift a finger.”His breath crackles through the speaker, furious and uneven. “This isn’t over.”He hang







