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
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 Each one labeled with outdated manifests and false shipping records—clean, untraceable, as always.
CARA's POVThe red marks were bleeding through the spreadsheet. No matter how many times I recalculated, the numbers refused to make sense. A fifteen percent slash to our budget—quiet, abrupt, no warning. Just a curt email buried under the rest of my inbox.I rubbed my temples, scrolling through the
He stepped closer. One hand came up to cup my jaw—not cruelly, but firm. Certain.“You’re not an asset, Cara,” he said softly. “You’re everything they’d steal from me if I let them.”I swallowed hard.There was nothing romantic in the way he said it. It wasn’t love.It was war. Wrapped in silk. Star
CARA's POVThe zipper whispered up my spine with finality. The mirror gave me a second look at myself—at the dress clinging to every inch like it knew secrets my skin hadn’t spoken aloud yet. It was midnight blue, clean lines, no sleeves. Daring. A little dangerous. Just like the man who bought it.







