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
Then I saw him.Wesley stood on the rocks, wind tousling his dark hair, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His suit jacket lay folded beside him like a discarded mask. He held his phone to his ear, body tense, jaw clenched as he spoke. Or barked. I couldn’t hear the words, but I could read the mood like
CARA's POVI wasn’t paranoid. At least, not usually.But as I stepped out of my room and into the softly lit hallway of the guest wing, something shifted. The guard posted near my door—Miguel—was gone. In his place stood a man I’d never seen before. Tall, built like a wall, with a buzzed head and th
My thumb hovered over the call button. I didn’t press it.Let her enjoy this little rebellion. Let her think she was ahead.But I’d built empires while people underestimated me.And she was about to learn that in the Morano world, even art had a price.I returned to the estate just in time for dinne
WESLEY's POVThe air smelled like rust and sweat, thick with the scent of salt from the nearby docks. I stood near the open bay door of the warehouse, watching the crates get loaded into a decoy truck. Each one labeled with outdated manifests and false shipping records—clean, untraceable, as always.







