MasukThe young man who walked into my office wore a smile that did not reach his eyes.
I did not know him. But I knew his name. Ethan Astor. The heir to the Astor political dynasty. The same family that had held the forgotten clause over Ava's marriage contract for two decades.
He sat across from me without waiting for an invitation. His suit was expensive. His hair was perfect. His hands were steady on the armrests. He looked like he owned the room. He looked like he owned everythin
Ava's first contraction hit in the elevator and I watched her face go white as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming.We were trapped between floors. The glass elevator had stalled halfway down. Below us, I could see the dark figures of Ethan's armed infiltrators patrolling the lobby. They had flashlights. They had weapons. And they were searching for us.Madeline was beside us. Her face was calm but her eyes were sharp. "We need to stay quiet. They will hear us if we make any sound."Ava grabbed my arm. Her grip was tight. "Damien. I think the baby is coming."I felt my blood run cold. "What do you mean?""The contractions. They are getting stronger. I think the stress triggered early labor."I looked at Madeline. She was already moving. She pressed the emergency button. Nothing happened. The elevator was dead."The power is still out," she said. "We are stuck."Ava's face was pale. Sweat formed on her forehead. She w
The lights went out and Ava's scream cut through the darkness like a knife.I was on the other side of the convention center when it happened. One moment the room was bright with chandeliers and charity banners. The next moment everything went black. Complete silence for one second. Then the screaming started.I pushed through the crowd. People were running. Shouting. Tripping over tables and chairs. I could not see anything. The emergency lights did not come on. The backup generators did not kick in."Ava!" I shouted. "Ava, where are you?"I heard her voice from somewhere ahead. "Damien! Over here!"I moved toward her voice. The crowd was chaotic. I elbowed my way through. Finally, I reached her. She was standing near the stage, her hand on her belly. Her face was pale."Are you okay?" I asked. "Is the baby okay?"She nodded. "I am okay. The baby is okay. But something is wrong. The power did not just go out. It was cut."I lo
The money trail led straight back to the graves of old enemies and I knew Ethan Astor had made the biggest mistake of his life.I sat in my study with Jax on a secure line. The files were spread across my desk. Bank records. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. The kind of financial web that took years to build and seconds to unravel if you knew where to look.Jax's voice came through the speaker. "I traced the donations back to three primary sources. All of them are connected to the remnants of the global syndicates we dismantled years ago. The same networks. The same people."I picked up a file and flipped through it. "Victor's old allies. The ones who survived the purge.""Exactly. They funneled money through a series of shell companies. Each one is registered in a different country. Each one is virtually untraceable unless you know the connection."Ava walked into the room. She had been resting. The baby was due soon. She stopped when she saw my
Ava walked into the ballroom and every head in the room turned to watch her.I followed close behind. The political fundraiser was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers. Silk gowns. Expensive suits. The kind of event where a single handshake could change the fate of a campaign. Ethan Astor was at the center of it all, working the room like he already owned it.Ava's dress was deep red. Her belly was showing now, seven months along, but she moved with the grace of a woman who had survived wars. She had told me she wanted to come tonight. She had told me she needed to face him.Ethan spotted us before we reached the main floor. He excused himself from a group of donors and walked toward us. His smile was polished. His eyes were cold."Ava. Damien. I did not expect to see you here."Ava smiled. It was not a warm smile. "I would not miss it. Your political career is very important to me."Ethan's smile faltered for just a second. "I appreciate your
Ethan Astor walked back into my office three days later and the first words out of his mouth made me want to throw him out the window."I do not want your money," he said. "I want your media empire."I stared at him. "What are you talking about?"He sat down and crossed his legs. "I am running for the United States Senate. The Langford global media networks control a significant portion of the news cycle. I want them to back my campaign. Blindly. Unconditionally."Ava was beside me. Her hand was on her belly. She looked at him like he had lost his mind."You want us to use our media to get you elected?"Ethan smiled. "I want you to use your media to make me a senator. Every network. Every outlet. Every platform. I want your journalists to write glowing pieces about me. I want your anchors to praise my policies. I want your commentators to attack my opponents."I leaned forward. "And if we refuse?""Then I destroy your wife's fa
The young man who walked into my office wore a smile that did not reach his eyes.I did not know him. But I knew his name. Ethan Astor. The heir to the Astor political dynasty. The same family that had held the forgotten clause over Ava's marriage contract for two decades.He sat across from me without waiting for an invitation. His suit was expensive. His hair was perfect. His hands were steady on the armrests. He looked like he owned the room. He looked like he owned everything."Mr. Langford," he said. "I believe we have some unfinished business."I kept my voice calm. "I do not know what you are talking about."He smiled. It was a cold smile. "The clause in your wife's marriage contract. The one that links her family's debt to the Astor name. I have a copy. I have been waiting for the right moment to use it."Ava walked into the room. She had been in the next room with Maya. She stopped when she saw Ethan. Her hand went to her belly inst
Victor’s question hung in the air like a loaded gun.“Damien,” Victor repeated in that dangerously calm voice. “Did you touch my wife while I was gone?”My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I might faint. I stood frozen between the two men. The mark on my neck suddenly felt like a bri
Victor was coming home early and I was still covered in his son’s marks.My eyes flew open. Damien’s strong arm lay heavy across my waist. The master bedroom smelled like sex and his skin. The sheets were twisted around our naked bodies. I felt sore in places I should not. Shame washed over me like
Victor’s announcement made my heart race with fear and excitement at the same time.“I am leaving for London tonight for three days,” Victor said during breakfast. “Important meetings. Behave yourself while I am gone, Ava.”“Yes, Victor,” I replied quietly, keeping my eyes down.The moment his priv
Damien’s words from last night still burned in my ears.I barely slept. When morning came, I forced myself to get dressed in a simple white blouse and black skirt. My hands shook as I looked in the mirror. I felt dirty knowing Victor could come to me at any moment. I sold my body to a man old enoug







