Se connecterJulian’s POV My hands felt heavy as I stared at the tiny screen of the burner phone sitting on the small metal table in front of me. The air in that sterile hospital room smelled like antiseptic, a sharp reminder of how close I just came to losing everything that actually mattered. Lauren was sleeping in the bed behind me, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The little one resting safely inside her was breathing, too. They were both there. They were both mine. And nobody was ever going to touch them again.I picked up the phone. The plastic felt cheap and rough under my thumb. Serena’s words from twenty minutes before were still echoing in my head like a bad song. She thought she held all the cards. She thought she could waltz back into my life after everything she did and trade secrets like we were playing some kind of twisted game.My jaw ached from clenching it so hard. Every single memory was back in my head now, clear as day. I remembered the exact night they tried
Serena's POVI clutched the cheap burner phone in my hand so tight my knuckles turned white. The motel room smelled like old cigarettes and piss, a far cry from the silk sheets and crystal chandeliers I'd grown used to. How the hell had it come to this? Me, Serena fucking Cross, hiding out like some scared little rat while that bitch Lauren played queen in my life.My reflection in the cracked mirror looked like shit. Dark circles under my eyes, hair messy from not sleeping. Vivian had promised me everything. Power. Revenge. Julian back under my thumb. But now? Now she was exposed, and the walls were closing in. Dante's sister. Fuck. Even I hadn't known the full weight of that until the pieces started falling. And Julian... God, he was coming for blood.I couldn't let it end like this. Not after everything I'd done to claw my way back. The poison in his drinks, the money siphoned off, the goons I'd sent after Lauren. All of it to keep what was mine. But that baby in her belly? That ch
Julian’s POVI stood there frozen, the tablet still gripped tight in my hand like it might shatter if I squeezed any harder. The hospital room felt smaller all of a sudden, the beeps from Lauren’s machines became louder in my ears. Vivian Moreau wasn’t just some scheming bitch pulling strings from the shadows. She was Dante Rossi’s fucking sister. Blood. The same blood that ran through the veins of the man I’d put in the ground months ago. “Julian?” Lauren’s voice came soft but sharp, pulling me back. She pushed herself up a little against the pillows, wincing but ignoring the pain like she always did. “Talk to me. What the hell is it?”Thomas shifted on his feet near the door, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. His face was pale under the shitty fluorescent lights. “Boss, it’s all there. Birth records, old photos from back when Rossi was still building his shit. They hid it deep, but it’s solid. Vivian’s real name ties straight back to him. She changed everything after he we
Julian’s POVI stayed right there in that hospital chair, my hand wrapped around Lauren’s like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. The room had gone quiet except for the soft beeps of the machines and her steady breathing. She’d dozed off again after our talk, that small smile still playing on her lips even in sleep. My thumb kept brushing over her knuckles, feeling the warmth there. Fuck, she was alive. Our baby was hanging in there too. For the first time in what felt like forever, it didn't feel like my chest was about to explode.A nurse poked her head in after a bit, checking the monitors. She gave me a quick look. “Mr. Cross, you should get some rest yourself. She’s stable now.”“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, not moving an inch. “I’m good right here.”Lauren stirred at my voice, her eyes cracking open slow. “Julian? Still here?”“Where the hell else would I be?” I leaned in closer, careful not to jostle her. “You think I’m leaving my girls? Not a chance.”She let out a tired l
Julian’s POV I stood outside that damn operating room like a man carved from stone, but inside, everything was crumbling. My hands still had Lauren's blood on them, dried and cracking under the harsh hospital lights. I couldn't stop seeing her face in the car, so pale, whispering my name like it might be the last thing she ever said. "The baby..." Those words kept ripping through my skull."Mr. Cross, you need to sit down," some nurse muttered, but I shot her a look that made her back off fast. Fuck sitting. I paced the hall instead, my boots leaving faint red smears on the white floor. Every second felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I remembered it all now. The flood of memories hit me hard while they wheeled her away–Lauren's real laugh, the way she fought me in the garage that night, calling me out on my bullshit without flinching. Not Serena. Never Serena. It was always her. My wrong wife who turned out to be the only right thing in my fucked-up life."Julian." Thomas's voice
Lauren’s POV "Julian..." I whispered, my eyelids feeling heavier than lead. The hallway was spinning wildly around us, the bright overhead lights blurring into streaks of yellow and white. A deep, agonizing cramp tore through my lower abdomen, and I gasped, clutching weakly at his sleeve. "The... the baby..."Julian looked down at my stomach, and the last shred of his sanity snapped right then and there. A terrifying, animalistic growl tore from his chest. His face changed into a mask of unbridled rage and terror."No, no, no! Stay with me! Do you fucking hear me?!" he bellowed, his voice shaking violently as he pressed his palm harder against my bleeding side, trying desperately to keep the life inside me from slipping away. He looked up down the empty hallway, his eyes wild and unhinged. "THOMAS! SECURITY! SOMEONE GET THE FUCK UP HERE RIGHT NOW!"Within seconds, heavy footsteps thundered down the corridor. Thomas and two security guards rounded the corner, stopping dead in their tr
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE LAUREN’S POV I woke up to Julian’s arm heavy across my waist. Then my brain caught up. The lighter. Jake’s lighter. Sitting in Julian’s jacket pocket like some twisted trophy. He killed him. Or he had him killed. That was the only thing that made sense. Jake didn’t just deci
CHAPTER FOUR LAUREN’S POV When I finally gathered the courage to unlock the bathroom door and step back into the bedroom, it was completely empty. Julian had left. I let out a massive sigh of relief. My shoulders dropped, and my shaking hands finally went still. I crawled into the massive, empty
CHAPTER THREE LAUREN’S POV Julian stopped moving completely. He just froze.For one very scary second, it felt like all the air left the room. I could not breathe. I did not step back. I stood right where I was. My chest moved up and down very fast. I thought he was going to take out a gun. I tho
CHAPTER TWOLAUREN’S POV The golden doors of the elevator finally slid open, revealing a sprawling, ultra-modern penthouse wrapped in floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the glittering skyline of the city. I stepped out, my expensive heels sinking into a thick rug, but before I could take anoth







