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 POVI stood outside my old apartment with my arms crossed and a faint tension in my jaw, watching as Juan scanned the street like we were about to raid a cartel instead of just picking up old paintings.“You don’t need to come in,” I said, reaching for my keys.Juan didn’t move. “You’re not s
I sighed and slid my phone across the desk.“Oh,” she said, her fingers already flying across the screen. “Let me help.”“I tried. Believe me. I searched everything. David S. David S. art buyer. David S. silver streak. Even ‘weirdly hot rich guy Faulkner gallery.’ Nothing.”Mia tilted the phone towa
CARA's POVI hadn’t even opened my eyes yet, but I could feel it under my pillow.That slim, heavy card.I rolled onto my side, the morning light slicing through the drapes in pale gold streaks. My fingers found it instinctively—smooth edges, embossed texture, the faint scent of cologne still clingi
CARA's POVBy the time I got back to my room, the weight of the entire day was pulsing behind my eyes. I had taken off my shoes, pulled my hair into a halfhearted knot, and started brushing it out with automatic strokes—more for the rhythm than for the result. My fingers still twitched every now and







