Victor finally left, and for the first time in hours, I could breathe, a real, deep breath.
Andrew must have seen the relief wash over my face because he chuckled under his breath, like he knew I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I tried to smile, but the truth was, I wasn’t entirely okay. I was still a little pissed that Killian had left without a proper goodbye, and the bitterness of it soured my mood in a way I hated to admit.
I followed Andrew back to his suite, watching him unpack while my mind wandered places it shouldn’t, places that smelled like leather, whiskey, and forbidden touches.
It was just lust.
Just reckless desire. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.“You know,” Andrew said casually, tossing a shirt onto the bed, “if I didn’t know you better, I’d swear there’s something you’re not telling me about Victor’s brother and you.”
I froze for a fraction of a second.
Then I forced a laugh, too loud, too fake.“Ooh, no,” I said, waving my hand. “We just met. He seems… different from Victor.”
I was desperately trying to sound convincing. Trying not to sound suspicious.
Andrew narrowed his eyes slightly, like he was studying me.
“Trust me, Victor’s the better one. His brother, yeah, the guy’s good-looking, but Victor is the sweet one.”“You know him?” I asked too quickly, the impatience in my voice slipping through before I could stop it.
Andrew’s brow lifted. “Do you have a crush on him, Ivy?”
“No!” I practically shouted, my heart slamming against my ribs. “I mean… no. He just seems… mysterious.”
“Mysterious,” Andrew repeated with a small smirk. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”
I pressed my lips together, trying to look casual while my pulse raced.
“Of course he’s mysterious. There’s barely anything about him online,” Andrew continued, shoving a few more clothes into drawers. “I did a background check on their family when I heard you were getting married to one of the Wolfe brothers.”
My stomach twisted.
“What did you find?” I asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.“If you’re worried about Victor, you’re fine,” Andrew assured me. “He’s the face of the company. Good grades. Good reputation. Solid business deals. Polished personality. No scandals. He’s the golden boy.”
“And Killian?” I asked, before I could stop myself.
Andrew paused, his expression shifting just slightly.
“Killian’s… different,” he said carefully. “Got himself into a lot of trouble as a teenager. They used to call him ‘the wicked bachelor.’ Always photographed with a different woman. Always in and out of some fight or scandal.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
“He keeps a low profile these days,” Andrew went on, “but his lifestyle? Still wild. He doesn’t live with the family. He barely even stays in one place. Keeps to himself. Parties hard. Slips strippers and sex workers through his house like it’s a revolving door. If you ask me, Ivy, you’re lucky you didn’t end up with him.”
Lucky.
That word echoed in my head long after Andrew had finished speaking.
Lucky.
Was that what this was?Because standing there, smiling and nodding along to my brother’s words, all I could think about was the way Killian’s mouth had felt on mine. The way his touch had set my body on fire. The way one night with him had already ruined me for anyone else, including Victor.
Lucky?
No.
I was cursed.And the worst part was, some wicked, broken part of me didn’t even want to be saved.
But then another thought crept in, colder, sharper. What if I was just a fling? What if, for Killian, I was nothing more than a moment of pleasure, a reckless mistake he had already forgotten?
For a man like him, I was nothing.
“At least with Victor you have a chance at happiness,” Andrew said, not even knowing how deep his words cut. “At a good marriage. Not Killian… that man? There are things about him I can’t even bring myself to tell you.”
I smiled weakly, pretending his words didn’t gut me. But inside, a storm was already brewing.
Because I knew, without a doubt, whatever those secrets were, they were already pulling me deeper into Killian Wolfe’s dangerous world.
And somehow, I knew, no matter how dark it got,
nothing would ever stop me from wanting that man.The night was quiet, but I couldn’t sleep.The sheets were tangled around us, Ivy’s bare body soft and warm against mine, her breathing steady with the deep rhythm of dreams. The moonlight leaking through the curtains touched her face like silver, painting her skin with a glow that made her look unreal, like she belonged to some world better than this one.And yet here she was. In my bed. In my arms.I’d spent years building myself into a fortress, a man untouched by sentiment. Love was a word I’d never trusted, too fragile, too dangerous. I’d seen what it did to men. it made them weak, reckless, willing to bleed themselves dry for a woman who could still turn and walk away. I had sworn I would never let that be me.And also, I have never truly felt love, to closest I ever felt was Mrs B and it was motherly. I grew up with a mother who never stood up against her husband for me and in a home where there is no love between me and my brother. Robert have always considered me below Victor
The room was still humming from the venom of Robert Wolfe’s voice, the cold steel of his threat lingering in the air long after the burner phone went dead. I could still hear his words echoing, sharp as glass. Return Ivy. She is not yours to keep.But it wasn’t Robert’s cruelty that gripped me. It was Killian’s response.He hadn’t faltered. He hadn’t bartered me like some item of leverage. He hadn’t hesitated to cut his step father’s script into shreds with a voice that was deep, steady, and absolute: She isn’t a bargaining chip. She stays with me. She chose. She isn’t something you get to take back.Chosen.The word replayed in my chest like a heartbeat. He didn’t just say it to them. He said it to me, too. Out loud. In front of the shadow that had always tried to reduce me to a pawn, Killian had stood like a wall and declared me his equal.I didn’t know what burned hotter, my anger at Robert’s attempt to erase me, or the ache curling low in my body, sharp and sudden, when Killian ref
The burner buzzed against the table, its screen lighting up in the dim safe house.Killian froze.Ivy, curled beneath the blanket on the worn couch, stirred. Her eyes opened, bleary with half sleep, but instantly sharp. They both knew that sound meant trouble, no one had this number unless the Wolfe.Killian let it ring once more before picking up. He didn’t say hello, only waited. Silence stretched, then a familiar voice slid down the line like oil.“Killian,” Robert Wolfe said, calm as ever. “You’ve made quite the spectacle.”Ivy’s hand clutched the blanket tighter.Killian leaned back in his chair, his tone measured, flat. “You called me to waste my time?”Robert chuckled softly. “I called because, unlike my son, I am a man who understands strategy. You’ve put yourself in a position that can only end one of two ways. Return what isn’t yours, and perhaps I’ll consider showing you a measure of mercy.”Killian’s jaw flexed. “Mercy,” he repeated, like the word itself amused him.“Yes.”
Chapter 122 – The Morning Lies(Ivy’s POV)Morning comes slow inside the safehouse.I wake with sunlight cutting in through the blinds, thin golden lines painting across the sheets. For the first time in what feels like forever, my body isn’t braced for a door to slam, a command to bark, or footsteps to drag me back into submission. The silence here is different, it doesn’t cage me, it frees me.I lie still, just breathing. The mattress is firm, the air faint with dust and the scent of old wood, but it feels safer than silk sheets in the Wolfe mansion ever did. Beside me, Killian moves, his arm brushing against me as he shifts awake. He doesn’t speak at first, he rarely does in the mornings. His presence is enough, steady, grounding, the kind of constant I’ve longed for without even realizing it.For a fleeting moment, I let myself believe I’m free.But the world has sharp ways of reminding me that freedom never comes without a price.The muted glow of a small television in the corner
Night fell heavy over the Wolfe mansion, but the glow from the long dining table carried no warmth. The Lancasters sat stiff on one side, the Wolfes opposite, the two families bound by an alliance that now threatened to unravel under the weight of whispers and speculation.The wedding that should have been celebrated today had dissolved into scandal. Outside, the media spun wild tales: that Ivy had run away, that ivy is unwilling to marry Victor Wolfe, that Victor had been betrayed in front of the world, that Victor might be an asshole not a Prince Charming like everyone thinks. Inside, the truth was messier, and far more dangerous.Robert Wolfe poured himself a glass of wine with unhurried calm, his silver hair catching the light. “We cannot allow the world to think the Wolfes have been slighted. Appearances are everything. A statement must go out before midnight.”Victor shifted in his chair, eyes sunken, jaw tight. “The statement should make one thing clear, Killian abducted Ivy. He
Chapter 120 – A Fragile FreedomThe walls of the safe house hum with silence. Not the kind that feels oppressive, but the kind that teases me with a taste of freedom I’m not sure I’ll ever fully have yet. For the first time in what feels like forever, I can breathe without victor’s shadow crawling across my skin. There are no locked doors here, no eyes watching every step, no whispers of disobedience waiting to be punished.Here, the air smells of dust and paper, the faint musk of old wood, and Killian’s cologne lingering in the fabric of the room. Here, I am not caged. And yet, I am not free either.But I like this freedom. Freedom is a strange thing, fragile, fleeting. I can feel it brushing against me like a breeze through an open window, but just as quickly, it threatens to slip away. Victor and his father are out there, plotting, waiting. Victor doesn’t let go of what he thinks belongs to him. He never has.I sit curled up on the couch, notebook abandoned in my lap. My thoughts