LOGINChapter 48Valencia’s POVThe heels of my shoes felt like stilts as I breached the threshold of the manor, my lungs burning from the sprint across the lawn. I didn't stop until I was inside my suite, the heavy oak door clicking shut with a finality that felt like a tomb.I was shaking. Not from the cold, and not from the fear of Antonio, but from the terrifyingly familiar gravity of Akeem’s gaze. He was a predator who had looked at me and seen the blood on my hands, yet instead of recoiling, he had offered me a match to start the fire."V? You’re redlining. What happened out there? Did the guard…""Quiet, Jax," I rasped, leaning my forehead against the cool wood of the door. "Just... quiet."I didn't have time to process the garden. The intercom on the wall buzzed, a sharp, demanding sound that set my teeth on edge."Valencia, darling," Antonio’s voice came through, thick with a morphine-induced slurring that made my skin crawl. "I’m feeling... lonely in the medical wing. The doctor s
Chapter 47Valencia’s POVThe weight of the red leather folder in my bag felt like a leaden anchor, dragging at my shoulder as I ascended from the cellar. The air in the mansion’s upper halls was stagnant, smelling of floor wax and the slow, systemic rot of the Rossi legacy. I didn't stop to check on Antonio. I didn't check on Mia. I needed to be outside, away from the digital hum of Jax’s resentment and the suffocating opulence of a house that was now, effectively, mine.I slipped through the side glass doors, the night air of the coast hitting me like a bucket of ice water. It was bracing. It was honest. I began to walk, my heels clicking rhythmically on the gravel path before I stepped off into the grass, seeking the silence of the southern edge of the estate. The moon was a jagged silver sliver, casting long, distorted shadows across the topiary. I felt... untethered. Tonight had been a carousel of physical and psychological violence. The bite on Antonio’s shoulder. The frant
Chapter 46Valencia’s POVThe silence of the garden was deceptive. It felt like peace, but it was merely the eye of a hurricane. I stood up from the stone bench, the dampness of the evening air soaking into the silk of my blouse, chilling the skin that had been flushed with heat only an hour ago. "Jax," I said, my voice cutting through the hum of the encrypted line like a scalpel. "The digital heist was the appetizer. I’ve realized that as long as Antonio thinks he has a single secret left, he’ll fight. I need to strip him naked, financially, legally, and personally. I need the black box.""V, I’ve scraped his servers. There’s nothing left but some offshore shell companies and a very disturbing collection of vintage erotica," Jax’s voice crackled, sounding tired but wired on caffeine."No. There is a physical fail-safe. A hidden vault in the basement of the east wing, behind the wine cellar’s refrigeration unit. It’s a vacuum-sealed, biometric dead-drop. My contact lenses can’t scan
Chapter 45Valencia’s POVThe air in the kitchen, once thick with the scent of caramelized sugar and the heavy, electric charge of a stand-off, curdled the second Antonio stepped into the room. He looked like a caricature of a fallen king. His shoulder was bulked out by a thick, clumsy bandage beneath a silk robe that cost more than most people made in a year, a robe that was now essentially a shroud for his dying empire. He leaned heavily on his silver-topped cane, his face a sickly shade of alabaster, his eyes darting with a mix of morphine-induced haze and the sharp, ugly suspicion of a man who knew he was losing his grip."And what plans do you have for her that I have no idea about?" he repeated, his voice rasping, sliding over the syllables like a blade over wet stone. "What are the plans, honey? Care to share them?"The ache in my chest for Mia, the raw, bleeding wound her "I hate you" had left behind didn't vanish. I simply folded it up and tucked it into the dark, reinforced
Chapter 44Valencia’s POVThe residual thrum of my own climax was still a low-frequency vibration in my thighs as I rounded the corner toward the nursery wing. Each click of my heels on the marble felt like a hammer striking an anvil. I was no longer the trembling woman behind the bathroom door; I was the Titan, the Pillage, the ghost who had come back to collect her debt with interest."V, the air in the east wing just dropped ten degrees. I assume the 'contemplation' period is over?" Jax’s voice was crisp, back to his usual frantic efficiency."The time for contemplation ended the moment Antonio signed that paper, Jax. Now, we move to the heart of the fortress.""The heart? You mean the vault?""No," I said, my gaze fixing on the heavy mahogany door at the end of the hall. "I mean the nursery."Akeem was there, as always. A mountain of silent, amber-eyed judgment. As I approached, his nostrils flared, his head tilting just a fraction of an inch. He could smell it, the scent of the
Chapter 43 Valencia’s POV The heavy oak doors of the study clicked shut behind me, severing the connection to Antonio’s delusional world of power and imaginary sexual conquests. I moved down the hallway with a stride that was practiced, steady, and utterly predatory, but the moment I rounded the corner into the east wing, the wing that led to my temporary sanctuary, my knees buckled hard. I leaned against the cold wainscoting, the folder containing the signed Pre-Union agreement clutched to my chest like a shield. My heart was a frantic bird hammering against its cage, each beat sending fresh heat flooding between my thighs. "V? You’re fading. I’m losing the crispness in your vitals. Talk to me," Jax’s voice was a low, concerned hum in my ear. "I’m fine," I rasped, though my throat felt like it was coated in ash and my cunt was already throbbing with the aftermath of the morning’s violence. "I just... I need a moment. He signed it, Jax. He signed away the world." "He signed it,
Chapter 22Valencia’s POVThe aftermath of the digital strike on Clara had left me with a jagged, restless energy that refused to settle. I had watched her empire fracture through a screen, watched lines of code become screams, but the victory tasted like ash, hollow, incomplete. A phantom triumph
Chapter 21Valencia’s POVThe adrenaline from the docks had curdled into a cold, hard knot in my stomach. I hadn't slept. I had spent the night watching the news cycles on the monitors in my room, watching the fiery remains of the Star of Naples dominate the headlines.The Rossi Group's PR machine
Chapter 23Silas’s POVThe scent of her was still a phantom in my lungs, pomegranate, sweat, and the musk of a woman who had finally tasted her own power. My back stung where her nails had staked their claim, and my shoulder bore the deep, purple crescent of her teeth.I walked through the silent,
Chapter 24Valencia’s POVThe aftermath of my "lesson" with Silas felt like a permanent fever. Every time the silk of my robe brushed against my shoulder, I felt the phantom sting of his teeth; every time I drew a breath, I tasted the lingering scent of smoke and storm. I stood before the floor-to







