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Chapter 59 – “The Heir”
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Her mother's lover Chapter 61 — “Prague”
Scarlett’s POVDamien.He looked wrong in Prague out of context, like a soldier in a cathedral. He had my mother’s men pinned in the way of someone who had been inside too many of their rooms. He wore the same expression: tired, raw around the edges. When his eyes found me they went cold, not the kind of cold that kills feelings but the kind that freezes them into shapes you can no longer recognize.For one careless second I almost smiled. He folded there, as if the world asking him to choose had finally broken his back. He had done what he said he wouldn’t do: he had stepped into the tangle of my life.The room smelled like whiskey and old promises. Maria’s presence was not a scent or a rustle; it was a tension, an expectation. She wasn’t there yet, but I could feel the way the air braced itself, like a body about to take a blow.“Kade,” I heard him say, smoothly. “She’s arrived.”Kade’s gaze cut to me, assessing, as if a new toy had been presented. He smiled at me too bright, too su
Her mother's lover Chapter 60 – “Ties That Burn”
Scarlett’s Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, soft gold against the cold steel inside me. I’d barely slept. My mind had been slicing through Maria’s financial records, uncovering one buried secret after another until dawn.Every piece was another artery of her empire.And I intended to sever them all.I stood at the marble counter, a cup of black coffee untouched in front of me. Leone waited at my side, tablet in hand, his posture stiff.“The Eastern laundering chain collapsed last night,” he reported. “After you presented Maria’s offshore accounts, half her men defected. The other half are panicking.”“Good,” I murmured. “Let them choke on her downfall.”Leone hesitated. “There’s… another issue.”I lifted my eyes. “Speak.”“It’s Damien.”A pulse of heat flickered in my chest, anger, pain, something else I refused to name.“What about him?”“He’s been asking questions. About your meetings last night. About Kade.” Leone’s voice lowered. “He thinks you’re in danger.”
Her mother's lover Chapter 59 – “The Heir”
Scarlett’s Power doesn’t announce itself.It seeps in slowly like poison.Two weeks had passed since I’d walked out of Damien’s hospital room. Two weeks since I’d learned that my entire life had been designed by the woman I once called Mother.Maria Devereux. The ghost who never died. The puppet master who molded me into her weapon and then handed me the strings, expecting me to dance.But I wasn’t dancing anymore.I was learning how to pull the strings myself.The penthouse Maria once owned now belonged to me legally and otherwise. Her men bowed their heads when I walked in. Her accountant, her lawyer, her private fixer they all waited for orders. Mine.And tonight, I was going to give them their first one.I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city glittering below like a living thing. The glass reflected a version of me I barely recognized: dark hair tied back, red silk blouse, lips painted like sin, eyes carved from steel.The door clicked open behind me.“Ms. Devereux,
Her mother's lover Chapter 58 – “What Remains”
Scarlett’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped. It fell in relentless sheets, washing away the blood but not the guilt.I stood there, trembling, the flash drive clutched so tightly in my palm that the metal bit into my skin. Around me, the shipyard was eerily silent again the gunfire only an echo swallowed by the storm.Damien was on his knees, blood seeping through his white shirt, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He looked up at me like a man seeing the end of the world in human form.“Scarlett…” His voice cracked. “Please.”I should’ve run. I should’ve left him there to drown in the mess he helped create.But my body moved on instinct betrayal warring with something older, deeper.I knelt beside him, pressing my trembling hand to his wound. “You’re losing too much blood.”He caught my wrist. “Don’t… don’t do this. You shouldn’t care.”A bitter laugh slipped past my lips. “You’re right. I shouldn’t.”But I did. God, I still did.He flinched as I tore part of his shirt to bandage him, h
Her mother's lover Chapter 58 – “The Meeting”
Scarlett’s POVThe road was slick with rain, glinting like glass beneath the headlights.The time on the note haunted me — 9:00 p.m. — as if every second closer was another heartbeat stolen. I shouldn’t have gone alone, but Damien’s warnings had only made me more certain. If Maria was alive, I needed to see her with my own eyes.The car’s wipers dragged across the windshield in a slow, rhythmic scrape. Every sound felt too loud: the hum of the engine, the whisper of the tires, the pulse in my own throat.The coordinates led to an abandoned shipyard on the city’s edge. Steel cranes towered like rusted skeletons, their shadows slicing across the wet asphalt.I killed the engine and sat for a moment, staring through the fogged glass.No movement.No light.Just the storm, and the ache of my own heartbeat.I stepped out, my boots splashing into a shallow puddle. The air smelled of salt and iron, thick and metallic. Somewhere in the distance, a chain clinked against metal, carried by the w
Her mother's lover Chapter 56 – The Ghost in the Flames
Damien’s POVThe smell of smoke wouldn’t leave me.No matter how many showers I took, no matter how much rain fell, I could still feel it clinging to my skin that acrid stench of burning metal, soaked wood, and everything that once resembled control.It had been three days since the fire.Three days since Maria vanished into the flames.Three days since Scarlett’s scream still echoed in my head, her voice raw with grief as the building collapsed behind us.And I hadn’t slept. Not properly. Not once.The safehouse was quiet now. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that comes after war, the kind that feels like mourning. Scarlett hadn’t spoken much since that night. She’d sit by the window for hours, staring into nothing, her face pale, her hands trembling when she thought no one was watching.But I always was. Watching her.Protecting her.Failing her.I’d failed them both.The rain came again that morning, gentle at first, then steady tapping against the window like an impatient heartbeat.
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