تسجيل الدخولGabriel Castillo had always been a good man.At least, that was what everyone believed.During his final year at Lexington University, his name carried almost as much weight as the Castillo family itself. He was brilliant. Handsome. Patient. Charitable.The future heir to one of the most prominent hospital and medical-clinic chains in the world. Professors adored him. Women desired him. Parents wanted their daughters to marry him.And the lower classes? They practically worshipped him.Gabriel volunteered at free clinics. Donated money to scholarship funds. Smiled warmly at janitors. Remembered nurses' names. He listened patiently whenever nervous students approached him for advice.To the world, Gabriel Castillo was everything an Elite should be. Kind. Compassionate. Generous. Humble. It was a beautiful mask. Because Gabriel Castillo was none of those things.Not really.He had been raised to understand one fundamental truth. There were levels to humanity. And the Castillos existed n
Kieran—“Tonight isn't simply about introducing a new piece of technology.”Nicolai Moreau's voice carried effortlessly through the conference hall.The entire room had gone silent.Hundreds of people.Executives. Physicians. Researchers. Investors. Politicians. Elites who rarely shut the hell up long enough to listen to anyone but themselves.Yet Moreau had their complete attention. I stood near the side of the hall, one hand tucked into my pocket as I watched him.Behind him, the massive screens displayed the Nano Medical Technology logo.“NMT began with a question,” Nicolai continued. “What if technology didn't simply assist surgeons? What if it could provide a level of precision the human hand could never achieve alone?”Several people leaned forward.“What if procedures that once required major surgical intervention could one day be completed through technology capable of targeting the problem at its source?”He paused.“That question became a theory. The theory became research.
Nova-“Nicolai…”His name left my lips on a breath as his mouth traveled slowly along the curve of my neck.My eyes fluttered closed.There were nights when Nicolai loved me desperately—when months of longing, possession, fear, and devotion seemed to pour from him all at once.Tonight was one of those nights.His lips returned to mine, capturing them in a deep kiss as his hand settled against my waist, pulling me closer until there was barely space left between us.“I love you,” he whispered against my mouth.The words sent warmth through my entire body.“I love you too.”His forehead pressed against mine.“Say it again.”He demanded as he thrust into me. My fingers slipped into his dark hair.“I love you, Nicolai.”His eyes closed for half a second as though he needed to absorb the words. When they opened again, the intensity in them stole my breath.“You have no idea what you do to me.”My breath was ragged as we continued our pace. My lips curled into a breathless smile.“Yes I do.
Nova—If someone had told me six months ago that I would willingly attend my sister’s wedding to my ex-fiancé, I probably would have laughed in their face.Actually, no...I probably would have cried. Then laughed. Then cried again. Yet, as Nicolai and I stepped into the grand wedding hall, his hand resting securely against the curve of my waist, I felt…nothing.Well, not nothing.The ballroom was beautiful. White roses cascaded from towering arrangements. Gold ribbons draped elegantly over the chairs, crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, and a massive floral arch framed the altar.My mother had clearly spared no expense. Of course she hadn’t. This was Tanya’s wedding. Her perfect daughter marrying the man who had once promised to marry me. I glanced around slowly and realized I felt no anger. No resentment…and most of all, no ache.A smile slowly spread across my face. Holy shit...I really didn’t care anymore. Nicolai’s fingers tightened around my waist. I looked up. His eyes were
Kierian-“Absolutely fucking not.”Tanya stared at me from across my desk. Her mouth dropped open.“What! Why not?!”“You heard me.” I leaned back in my chair. “You've worked here for what? Two months?”“Almost three.”“Congratulations. Should I buy you a cake?”Her eyes narrowed.“I'm getting married.”“And?”“And people generally take honeymoons after they get married!”“Take a weekend.”Her jaw dropped.“A weekend?!”“Friday through Sunday. I'll even let you leave early Thursday.”“You are such an asshole.”“And yet you're still standing in my office asking me for favors.”Tanya folded her arms.“I need three weeks.”I laughed. Actually laughed. The expression on her face became murderous.“Three weeks?! You're my assistant, Pierce, not the fucking Prime Minister.”“I'm entitled to vacation!”“Not when you haven't even been here ninety days.”She slammed both hands onto my desk.“I already booked the trip!”“Sounds like poor planning.”“Kierian!”“Tanya!”Silence crashed through th
Nova-I stared at Ethan Adams through the glass wall of the conference room and wondered when exactly he'd become a stranger.Maybe that wasn't fair. Strangers didn't come with memories. Strangers didn't carry pieces of your childhood inside them. And Ethan had far too many of mine.“Ms. Moreau?” I glanced toward Angela, one of the executive assistants. “Mr. Adams is here for his two o'clock meeting.”“I know.”She hesitated.“Would you like me to stay nearby?”A laugh almost escaped me. Apparently, marrying Nicolai had made half of OmniCore believe I required armed protection whenever a Pierce—or Pierce-adjacent person—walked into the building.“No. I'm fine.”“Alright.”She disappeared. I exhaled before entering the conference room.Nicolai was in Clarton City with Aaron reviewing sites for OmniCore's facility expansion, which was probably the only reason Ethan had chosen today to request this meeting.Coward. Some things really didn't change. Ethan stood when I entered.“Nova.”“Mr







