LOGIN“Don’t look at me like that...I didn’t break.”Sebastian stopped pacing the moment the words left my mouth. The room was sealed, curtains drawn, security humming beyond the walls like a living thing. He’d been circling the space like a caged predator since dawn, fury barely leashed after the city lockdown.“I’m not looking at you like anything,” he said carefully.“That’s a lie,” I replied, pushing myself upright on the couch. “You’re looking at me like I’m fragile.”His jaw tightened. “You fainted.”“I stood back up.”“You shouldn’t have had to.”I met his gaze, unflinching. “This is exactly why I need you to see me clearly, Sebastian.”Silence stretched between us, thick with everything unsaid. Then Victor cleared his throat near the door, tactfully reminding us we weren’t alone.Sebastian exhaled, ran a hand through his hair. “We’ll continue this later.”“No,” I said softly. “We continue it
“Lock it down.”Victor didn’t blink when I said it. That was why he was still alive and everyone else who’d failed me wasn’t.“How tight?” he asked, already moving, already issuing silent commands through the mic curled along his jaw.I watched Ocean through the glass wall of the private suite. She was sitting up now, phone in her hand, chin lifted like she was daring the world to test her again. Even pale, even recovering, she radiated defiance.“Tighter than fear,” I said. “Nothing moves without my say.”“Yes, sir.”He turned, barking orders in clipped code. Doors sealed. Elevators frozen. Floors cleared. Cameras rerouted to a private server only I controlled.I felt it then...that low, animal hum under my skin. The thing that woke when Ocean collapsed. The thing that never slept anymore.Mateo stepped up beside me, voice careful. “Sebastian. This is extreme.”I didn’t look at him. “She fain
“Don’t tell him.”The words slipped out of my mouth before the nurse could finish adjusting the IV line. She froze, eyes flicking from my face to the door as if Sebastian Velez might materialize through the walls simply because his name lived in the air.“Mrs. Velez...” she started gently.“Please,” I said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Just… don’t tell my husband I fainted because I pushed myself. Tell him it was dehydration. Stress. Anything that doesn’t sound like weakness.”Weakness.That was the word echoing in my skull as the hospital room hummed with quiet machines and artificial calm.I lay there staring at the ceiling, its sterile white surface mocking me with its cleanliness. Safe. Silent. Too silent. The kind of silence that came after chaos, not before peace.Sebastian hated silence.The door opened softly, and my mother stepped in first...Isabel Ramirez, elegance stitched into her bone
“Touch her again and I will end you.”The words left my mouth before anyone in the room could stop them.Silence slammed down like a loaded gun.Every man seated around the obsidian war table froze...security chiefs, intelligence brokers, old allies who’d survived bloodier wars than this one. They’d heard me threaten people before. Hell, they’d watched me destroy empires without blinking.But this?This wasn’t strategy.This was instinct.And they could feel it.Victor Alvarez...former mercenary, current head of my private security...cleared his throat carefully. “Sebastian… we need to slow this down. We don’t even know if Elio personally...”“He ordered it.”My voice was calm. That scared them more than shouting ever could.I stood at the head of the room, palms braced against the table, shoulders tight beneath my tailored jacket. The digital wall be
The world came back to me in fragments.Soft beeping.The sterile scent of hospital sheets.Muted voices outside the door.A weight on my chest that wasn’t physical, but emotional...like my soul was trying to crawl out of my own body.Then warmth.A familiar warmth.I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who it was.Sebastian.His hand was wrapped around mine, firm and desperate, like letting go would kill him. His thumb brushed my knuckles in slow, shaky circles, a touch so tender it almost hurt.“Please… wake up,” he whispered.I opened my eyes.He looked nothing like the man the world feared.His hair was a mess.His shirt wrinkled.His eyes...bloodshot, hollow, terrified...burned straight into my heart.“Seb…” My voice cracked.His head snap
The boardroom felt colder than any battlefield.Glass walls. Chrome chairs. Twelve men and women who built empires with their signatures. A long polished table that smelled like old money, arrogance, and the ghosts of deals my father once dominated.I stepped inside with my chin lifted, heart pounding hard enough to bruise bone.They were already watching me.Judging.Calculating.Waiting for me to break.Sebastian wasn’t in the room....this war was mine to fight. He stood outside with Lucien, securing the hall, monitoring Elio’s movements, and preparing for a counterstrike the moment this meeting ended.But for now...for this room...I was alone.Just as my father once was.Only I wasn’t the timid, confused version of myself they expected.I’d bled.I’d been hunted.I’d been betrayed by the last person I called family.And somehow, it had turned me into steel.The chair reserved for the rightful heir was empty at the head of the table. I walked to it without hesitation.A murmur sk







