FAZER LOGINCHAPTER THIRTY-FOURLAUREN’S POVI did not sleep well.That stupid clock sound kept replaying in my head, deep and old and wrong, followed by Silas’s calm voice answering his phone.*Silas on the line.*I had gone back to Julian’s office after that with my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest and my face arranged into something that looked normal from a distance. I did not know how I pulled it off. I only knew that if Silas had looked at me for two seconds longer, he would have known I was spiraling.By morning, my nerves were shot.Julian was in the dressing room buttoning a shirt when I opened my eyes.He glanced at me through the mirror.“You look awful.”I stared at him.He adjusted his cuff. “You’re glaring.”“You’re alive. Be grateful.”That got a low chuckle out of him. He walked over, stopped at the edge of the bed, and looked down at me in that quiet, piercing way.“You’re tense,” he said.I pushed the covers off and stood. “I’m going out later.”His expression did no
CHAPTER 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 SEVENTEENLAUREN’S POVBy the time Julian brought me to a lunch meeting, I already knew one thing.Being his wife was not just exhausting.It was dangerous.The building was all glass, steel, and expensive silence. Men in suits moved too carefully. Women in polished smiles watched too much.
CHAPTER SIXTEENLAUREN’S POVI froze so hard I forgot how to breathe.Julian kept his eyes on the road.Then, like he had not just cracked open my spine with one word, he said calmly, “I heard Richardson call you Lauren once.”I stared at him.He finally glanced at me. “I assume it is your second n
CHAPTER FIFTEENLAUREN’S POVI stopped breathing.Julian stood at the entrance of Dante Rossi’s private dining room like he had walked in just to make the whole ship remember who mattered more.His eyes found mine first.And just like that, every stupid choice that had brought me here climbed up my
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







