เข้าสู่ระบบDARIENThe penthouse was completely dead silent.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass in our master bedroom, staring out at the rain slicking the Manhattan skyline. The city below was dark, but my mind was completely focused on the girl sitting on the edge of the mattress behind me.Tomorrow was the wedding. The real one. No legal threats, no forced clauses, and no corporate strategy. Just us.I turned around slowly. Nilah was sitting on the edge of the dark sheets, wearing a simple white silk robe. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. She wasn't looking at her phone, and she wasn't looking at the city. She was just staring at her bare hands, tracing the spot on her finger where her engagement ring usually sat.I didn't say anything. I unbuttoned my black dress shirt, pulled it off my shoulders, and let it drop straight to the hardwood floor.I walked across the room until I was standing directly in front of her. I stepped right between her knees, crowding her space, blocking out
NILAH The heavy white silk of the wedding dress felt cold against my skin. We were locked inside the VIP showroom of Manhattan’s most exclusive bridal boutique on Fifth Avenue. Outside the frosted glass doors, the city was still reeling from the press release that had gone live forty-eight hours ago. The public announcement of our real engagement had shattered high society. Darien sat on the low leather sofa directly across from me. He hadn't stayed in the waiting lounge. He had refused to let me out of his sight from the moment we left the penthouse. "The lace detail along the train is custom-imported, Miss Mariel," the head stylist whispered, her hands shaking slightly as she adjusted the heavy fabric around my waist. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, terrified to look toward the sofa where Darien sat in dark silence. Before I could answer, the heavy glass doors of the private salon clicked open. Victoria Sterling walked in. She was flanked by two other daughters of the ba
NILAHThe penthouse was quiet when the private elevator doors opened.The city lights below flickered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, peaceful shadows across the dark hardwood floors. After the suffocating tension of the office building, the air up here felt entirely different. It felt clean. It felt safe.Darien dropped his keys onto the marble console table and immediately unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up his forearms. He walked over to the grand stone fireplace in the center of the living room, bending down to spark the logs. Within seconds, a warm orange glow filled the room, the wood crackling quietly against the glass.I walked over to the window, looking out at the skyline. For the first time in years, the crushing weight in my chest was completely gone."Vance just called from the hospital," Darien said, his boots clicking softly against the floor as he walked up behind me. He wrapped his thick arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against
NILAHThe boardroom of the Castellano Group was completely silent now.The emergency lights had been turned off, replaced by the cold afternoon sun cutting through the windows. The scent of chemical smoke from the fire alarm still lingered faintly in the air, but the chaos of the afternoon had vanished.Adrian’s body had been removed from the street level two hours ago, and the federal marshals had finally cleared the building.Darien sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table. His shirt was clean now—his assistant had brought him a fresh one from his private suite—but the dark purple bruise along his jawline and the small white bandage on his lip were sharp reminders of the rooftop.I sat right next to him, my fingers laced tightly through his under the table.My father, Arthur Mariel, sat across from us. For the first time in my entire life, he looked small. His expensive Italian suit looked too big for his shoulders, his silver hair was uncombed, and his hands were shaki
NILAHThe construction stairs had led me straight onto the exposed, unfinished rooftop of the adjacent Castellano tower. The building was still under constructionThe exit door behind me slammed open again before I could even find a place to hide.Adrian stumbled out into the cold air. The cut on his face was bleeding heavily now, staining the entire collar of his white shirt a dark, messy red. His breathing sounded like a broken machine, loud and rattling, but his eyes were fixed entirely on me."Run all you want, Nilah!" he yelled, his voice getting carried away by the strong wind. "There are no security gates up here! There is nowhere left to go!"I sprinted toward a row of heavy metal storage lockers, but my heel caught on a loose piece of thick copper wiring. I tripped, my palms scraping hard against the rough concrete as I went down. Before I could push myself back up, Adrian was over me.He didn't hesitate. He grabbed the thick strap of my backpack and yanked me to my feet with
NILAHI was sitting on the edge of his leather desk, drinking water from a paper cup, while Darien stood by the window talking to our lead defense lawyer. Suddenly, a harsh fire alarm started blaring from the ceiling.Red emergency lights began flashing violently across the walls, Darien dropped his mobile phone onto the desk immediately. He walked across the room in two fast strides and grabbed my arm, pulling me off the desk. "Stay close to me."He pulled the heavy office door open. The hallway outside was complete chaos.The fire sprinklers had activated, spraying cold water everywhere and soaking the expensive carpet. Junior lawyers and assistants were running toward the stairwells, coughing through the mist and yelling over the sound of the alarm.Vance ran up to us from the main lobby, wiping water off his face with the sleeve of his wet suit jacket. His glasses were covered in water droplets, and his tie was crooked."What happened?" Darien asked, grabbing Vance by the should
NILAHThe silence in the grand ballroom was loud, it felt heavier than the rain that had ruined my car hours ago, making my head spin as I tried to process what my father had just blurted out from the podium.Hundreds of eyes shifted from my father, following his proud gaze, until they locked direc
Nilah povAt exactly five the dress arrived.I stood in my childhood bedroom staring at it for a full minute before I even dared to touch it.Midnight blue, floor length with a neckline that dipped just low enough to say ‘I know exactly what I’m doing’ and a slit that climbed too high up on one thi
Nilah’s povWhat the hell had I done?I sat in my car, staring at the mansion I had once called home, the perfectly trimmed garden stretched towards a fountain. Everything was just as I had remembered.Beautiful, warm, and inviting.My phone buzzed with a text from a number I didn't recognize. “The
Nilah’s povThe penthouse was quiet, I stood in the kitchen with my hands gripping the sink as I stared at the divorce papers, I tried remembering how to breathe.In… out…The same way my therapist had taught me before I had stopped going because Marcus said I didn’t need one."You're being dramati







