LOGINShe was fire—and she knew I was the one already burning.Nico murmured something at her ear. She smiled, then laughed, tipping her head back. Her throat exposed. His hand too close to her spine.She flicked her gaze toward me—barely a glance. Then turned away.My jaw tightened.“Jesus,” Cooper mutte
WESLEY's POVI arrived fashionably late, as expected. A calculated move—enough to rattle Mona and remind the rest of them I only appeared when I damn well pleased. Cooper flanked me in silent formation, his eyes sweeping the grand marble entryway like a soldier entering enemy territory. Technically,
But it wasn’t until I felt the sudden presence at my side that I knew the temperature had dropped.Wesley.He didn’t say a word, but the silence around him roared. He was dressed in his usual sharp lines and shadowed intensity, but something about him now was coiled—tightly held fury barely hidden b
CARA's POVThe zipper hissed softly as I adjusted the back of my dress, smoothing the fabric over my hips. The satin clung like a second skin, emerald green and deliberate—just enough modesty to pass as elegant, just enough curve to command attention. I glanced at my reflection, tilting my chin slig
I stood, calm and controlled.“She’s neither.”Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose.“She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watchi
WESLEY's POVThe hum of the servers was the only sound that didn’t piss me off tonight.I leaned against the edge of the control desk, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the monitors. Grainy footage from every inch of the estate flickered across the wall—shadows passing through halls, staff rotations logge
CARA's POVI didn’t move.Mona Morano’s name still hung in the air like a spell I hadn’t been prepared for. She stood in my room as if she owned it—or perhaps as if she were deciding whether to burn it down. The faintest curl lifted the corner of her red-painted lips, though I couldn’t decide if it
CARA's POVBy the time we pulled through the front gates of the Morano estate, the sun had started its slow descent. Golden light poured across the stone courtyard, soaking everything in a lazy, molten warmth. I stepped out of the SUV with a stretch and a sigh, my shirt sticking to my back and dust
A man approached from the far side of the atrium. Late forties, maybe, with a no-nonsense kind of posture. He wore a worn button-down tucked into jeans and carried a clipboard in one hand like it was an extension of his body. His eyes scanned me with quick, economic precision—from my tailored linen
CARA's POVThe Barbados sun was relentless, pouring through the SUV windows like liquid gold. Even with the air conditioning humming softly, warmth clung to my skin in a way that made me feel too aware of myself. My hands, my lap, the swell of my abdomen beneath the linen blouse Jenny had insisted o



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