MasukNILAHThe air outside the cabin was cold, and thick with the damp scent of pine needle trails, wet earth, and ancient stone. Massive cypress trees surrounded the entire estate, screening the property completely from the narrow country roads miles below.Marko stepped out onto the gravel first, signaling to the ground security team to establish a perimeter around the landing pad.Darien reached back into the cabin, taking my hand firmly in his. He guided me down the metal steps, his right arm wrapping around my waist to keep me steady on the loose stone path. He led me past the dark stone archway, through a heavy oak side door, and up a flight of wide marble stairs into the master bedroom on the upper floor.The room was vast and dim, framed by thick exposed wooden beams across the vaulted ceiling and a massive stone fireplace built into the far wall. A large king-sized bed sat in the center of the dark hardwood floor, covered in dark linen sheets and thick wool blankets."Sit down on
NILAH"Castellano!" the voice barked again through the loudspeaker, echoing loudly between the stone walls of the canal. "Shut down the engine now!"Darien did not move a muscle. He kept his grip firm on my arm, leaning down close to my ear while staying crouched below the level of the glass windows."The moment the first shot is fired, stay flat on the floor," Darien said in a low voice. "Do not try to look up.""What about your arm?" I whispered, my hand instinctively dropping to cover my lower stomach to protect our baby as I stared at his posture. "You do not have a vest on.""I am fine," Darien replied, his voice completely steady. "Marko, take out the light on three.""Ready," Marko called back from the rear door, his gun leveled toward the steel boat."One," Darien said.I pressed my back flat against the floorboards beneath the leather seats, curling my body protectively around my stomach as my chest rose and fell fast against my dark gown."Two," Darien counted. "Three."Mark
NILAHJulian’s hand remained open between us, hovering in the small space beside the marble pillar. His pale blue eyes were fixed on my face, waiting for me to take the offer.Before I could speak, a broad hand came down over Julian’s shoulder, gripping the fabric of his velvet jacket with sudden force.Darien stepped out from the crowd, pulling Julian backward until his spine hit the edge of the stone railing. Darien did not have his mask on. His gray eyes were locked onto Julian’s face, his body blocking me completely from Julian's sight."Take your hand away from my wife," Darien said, his voice carrying a quiet authority across the balcony over the sound of the music.Julian stumbled slightly against the railing, smoothing the front of his jacket as he straightened his posture. He looked around at the nearby banking executives who had turned to watch."We were having a private conversation, Darien," Julian said, keeping his voice smooth and steady. "There is no need to make an unn
NILAHVenice was cold. The sky above us was clear, filled with bright stars, and the ancient stone walls of the palazzos cast long black shadows over the water. Long wooden poles stuck out of the canals, marking the paths for the boats, and the distant sound of church bells echoed across the lagoon.I sat in the back of the covered boat, pulling my black velvet cloak tightly around my shoulders. Underneath the cloak, I wore a fitted dark emerald silk gown that fell all the way to my shoes. My hair was swept up into a soft bun, and on the leather seat beside me lay my mask, a delicate piece of hand-cut black lace lined with small green crystals around the eyes.Darien sat right beside me on the narrow bench. He wore a tailored black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and a black bow tie. His dark leather mask rested in his lap, plain and unadorned, fitting his sharp jawline perfectly. His hand was wrapped firmly around mine, his thumb moving in slow, heavy circles across the back of my fi
NILAHThe morning sun hit the floor of our private study, cutting through the thin gaps in the heavy dark curtains.Darien sat behind the wide mahogany desk with three different laptops open in front of him. He was dressed in a simple black dress shirt with the top button undone, his sleeve cuffs rolled back to his elbows. His dark gray eyes were fixed on a set of live security feeds running down the edge of his left screen.I walked into the study carrying a small porcelain cup of ginger tea. The morning nausea had hit me early, but the warm liquid helped settle my stomach before the sun was fully up."You have been in here since four in the morning," I said, setting the tea down on the edge of the desk right next to his leather-bound notepad.Darien reached out, took my wrist in his palm, and pulled me gently toward his side until my hip was resting against the edge of his chair. He leaned his head against my shoulder for a brief second before he straightened up."Vance finished goi
NILAHEver since the Greenwich raid on Arthur Pendelton three days ago, Darien had turned our penthouse into a golden cage. There were extra guards at every door, panic buttons installed in every room, and two full-time nurses stationed downstairs just to test every drop of food before it reached our table. He wasn't just protecting me anymore—he was suffocating me.I stood near the edge of the large king-sized bed, wearing a simple silk nightgown, staring down at my flat stomach in the floor-length mirror.The master bathroom door clicked open. Darien stepped out into the dim room, wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants. His damp hair was pushed back, and his broad chest was still glistening from the shower. His dark gray eyes swept across the room instantly, checking the balcony locks, checking the corner camera, and finally locking onto me."You should be resting, Nilah," he said softly, his voice low and gravelly as he stepped toward me. "Dr. Harrison said your blood pressure was
Darien’s povThe Bentley’s engine purred as I drove through the rain-slicked street, and my phone buzzed for the umpteenth time in less than five minutes. I knew it was my mother no doubt, definitely calling to remind me about her ‘wonderful opportunity’ dinner she had arranged next week.“Don’t th
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
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







