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
“You know her?”“No,” I said slowly. “I know of her.”One of the Rizzo men had whispered her name once.I’d searched every server we had access to. No pictures. No files. Just a name that passed between lips like poison.“She’s ghost-level,” I added. “No trail, no prints. No accidents either. Anyone
WESLEY's POVThe door slammed behind me, hard enough to rattle the old hinges. Dust trembled on the spines of antique books. Mona didn’t flinch. She sat behind her desk with that ridiculous calm, flipping through one of her endless folders like I hadn’t just come in ready to tear the walls down.“Yo
My thumb hovered over the “Send” button. Then I sighed and turned off the screen.The sunlight felt good on my skin. I stretched my legs out and tipped my face to the sky, letting the warmth melt down my arms and across my belly. For a second, I let go—of the gallery, of customs, of Mona and Pamela
CARA's POVThe island light filtered through the gauzy curtains like syrup—slow and golden, warming everything it touched. I sat cross-legged on my bed, hair damp from the shower, staring at my phone screen while the FaceTime call rang.Jenny’s face popped up, all frizzed curls and caffeine energy.







