Mag-log inShe 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 found him in his study the next morning.Same slate-grey suit. Same glass of something expensive in hand. He didn’t even look surprised to see me—just glanced up like he’d been expecting this conversation.“Do you plan on keeping me locked up forever?” I asked, arms folded tightly acros
CARA'S POVJuan was still out of commission.He’d been stitched up and cleared by Wesley’s private medic, but that didn’t mean he was ready to go back to shadowing my every step. He hadn’t left his room in two days. Not that I blamed him—getting a knife to the ribs would sideline anyone.So today, I
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice shaking.“Isn’t this a dead-end?” Jenny added, her tone sharp now with fear.“That’s the point,” Juan muttered.He pulled the car into a tight corner between two dumpsters and killed the engine.I could hear my own heartbeat.Juan turned to us, voice cold. “Stay
CARA'S POVIt was the first time I’d gone out in days.Jenny insisted. “One coffee won’t kill you,” she’d said. “You need fresh air before you start talking to the curtains.”She wasn’t wrong.The corner café was nothing special—small, warm, a little overpriced—but for a moment, it almost felt norma







