MasukCHAPTER THIRTY-THREELAUREN’S POVI barely slept.And, by the time I walked into the dining room the next morning, he was already there in a dark suit, scrolling through his phone.Silas stood a few feet away by the window, silent as usual.Nancy set a plate in front of me. I looked at it, then at Julian.“This is kidnapping with better furniture,” I said.Julian did not look up. “Eat.”I sat down harder than necessary. “You do realize normal husbands do not drag their wives to work because they suspect half the city is lying.”Julian finally lifted his eyes. “Normal husbands do not marry women who change their entire personality overnight.”That shut me up.Nancy quietly poured coffee.He pushed the cup aside without drinking it.Silas moved then, stepping forward to hand Julian a folder. Their fingers barely brushed. Everything with Silas was efficient. Julian stood. “We’re leaving.”I pushed my chair back. “You say that like I have a choice.”He came around the table and stopped b
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREELAUREN’S POVI yanked my shirt up from the floor with shaking hands and glared at Julian through the mess he had made of me.“You disgusting bastard.”He set the gun down on the desk like it was nothing. “I’ve been called worse,” he said.“By people still alive?”His mouth twitched. Not a smile. Worse.I shoved my arms into my sleeves and nearly missed one because my fingers were trembling so badly. He stood there and watched me put on my jeans like he had all the time in the world.“You’re sick,” I said. “Do you know that?”Julian picked up his whiskey again and took a slow sip. “Repeatedly.”I stared at him in disgust. He wore a white shirt, first five buttons undone and black pants. “Did you kill them?”His gaze lifted to mine. “Your parents?”“Yes, my parents.”“If I had, you’d know.”I folded my arms over myself, partly because I was cold and partly because I wanted some sort of barrier between us. “So this was what? Entertainment?”“This was a test.”“You p
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONELAUREN’S POV I sat across from Elena Ian in a sterile, overpriced café in the center of the city. Elena asked to meet and while it was the hardest thing having to pretend like Serena to her friend, I got information from her. Apparently, Serena has a male friend who was always there for her and helped her through her marriage with Julian. This man knew her since high school. He might actually be Dante Rossi. And if I was right and he was indeed Dante then, he probably set Serena and Julian up for marriage for an intention best known to him. Well, I have to first confirm if that friend is Dante.I walked into the penthouse an hour later. The place was dead quiet. I kicked off my shoes in the hallway, the cool marble floor chilling my bare feet. I started walking toward the bedroom.Then, I heard it. A low, dark chuckle coming from the study.I stopped. My pulse ticked up. I turned around, walked toward the heavy oak doors, and pushed them open.Julian was sitting in
CHAPTER THIRTYLAUREN’S POVThe car ride to Julian’s headquarters felt like a trap closing in slow motion. I sat in the passenger seat of his black SUV, fingers twisting the hem of the black pencil skirt Nancy had laid out for me this morning. Julian hadn’t said much since breakfast, just that one filthy promise about the couch in his office. But his hand kept brushing my thigh every time he shifted gears, like he couldn’t stop touching me even when he was pissed about whatever he thought I was hiding.I kept replaying the lighter in my head. Jake’s lighter. The one I’d seen in Julian’s jacket pocket last night. “You’re quiet,” he said, voice low as we pulled into the underground parking garage. “That usually means you’re plotting something.”I forced a laugh. “Or maybe I’m just wondering if I’m dressed right for whatever this meeting is.”He parked, killed the engine, and turned to me. Those dark eyes pinned me in place. “You’re dressed like my wife. That’s all that matters.” His th
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 decide to off himself right before I showed up with the cash. Not after all those threats. I didn't want to think too much about it so I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, Julian was putting on a shirt. His gaze slid to me, warm and careful. “Morning,” he murmured. “You sleep okay?” I forced a smile. “Just wondering if Nancy made coffee yet or if I have to bribe her again.” Julian chuckled. “You don’t have to bribe anyone. You’re the wife. Act like it.” Wife. Right. I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Julian came in when I spat the water in my mouth out, the restroom suffocating with his cologne. He picked up his Saline Solution, stretching his hand before me, hi
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT LAUREN’S POV *Time’s up. Meet me at the address I sent you in one hour with the cash, or I go straight to the office and ask for Julian Cross.* I dressed quickly in the darkest clothes I could find in Serena’s sprawling closet—a plain black hoodie and a pair of faded jeans that I had bought myself. No makeup. No jewelry. I shoved Serena’s phone into my pocket and slipped out of the master bedroom. The penthouse was dead silent. I crept down the hallway, keeping my footsteps incredibly light until I reached the private elevator. I bypassed it and took the service stairs instead, descending three flights before catching a regular elevator to the underground garage. I ordered a rideshare a block away from the building, constantly checking over my shoulder to make sure Silas hadn’t materialized from the shadows. The address Jake had sent was on the far edge of the city, in a neighborhood and a bleak, desolate place. The rideshare driver dropped me off at the cu
CHAPTER FOURTEENLAUREN’S POVThe next morning, Julian was gone.I stood in the bedroom doorway for a second and looked around like he might suddenly appear from nowhere and say something arrogant enough to make me throw a lamp at his head.Nothing.I hated the stupid little drop in my stomach.“Ge
CHAPTER THIRTEEN LAUREN’S POV Helooked like he belonged in places like this. No, worse. He looked like he owned them. My mother went pale. My father actually pushed his chair back a little. Julian’s gaze moved lazily over both of them before resting on me for half a second. Something dark fl
CHAPTER TWELVELAUREN’S POVI picked the restaurant because my parents loved places that made them look expensive.Of course they were already there before me.My mother sat with that stiff look on her face like she was the one doing me a favor by breathing the same air. My father was scrolling thr
CHAPTER ELEVENLAUREN’S POVJulian did not rush me.That was the first thing that made it worse.He just stood there for a second, looking down at me like he had all the time in the world, like he was deciding which part of me to cut open first. Then he dragged another chair across the floor and sa







