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 POVIf hell had a modern art wing, it probably looked a lot like my Tuesday morning.Juan stood exactly two paces behind me as I typed at my desk, pretending not to be watching everything. He wore jeans, a fitted black T-shirt, and a bomber jacket that somehow made him look both forgettable a
Three blocks from the gallery, I felt it again.That weight. That presence.I glanced behind me.Empty street. Normal. Still... I picked up my pace.Two more blocks. I turned a corner and stopped suddenly to tie my bootlace—quick, subtle. Then I looked.There he was.A shadow just far enough back. S
CARA's POVThe gallery was quieter than usual, but somehow it felt louder in my head.Every sound—the click of heels across polished floors, the shuffle of papers, the low buzz of the lights overhead—itched against my nerves. I tried to focus, really tried. But my eyes kept flicking toward the windo
My heart was pounding now. My feet kept inching backward, but he matched every step.“I gave you everything, and you turned me into a joke,” he hissed. “You embarrassed me. You let me look like a fool while everyone else probably knew.”“You made a fool of yourself,” I snapped. “With Patricia. With







