تسجيل الدخولBlackwood Pov"Why haven't you found him yet?"The silver coin snapped across my knuckles, clink, slide, turn, as I stared down the two guards in front of my desk.Neither of them met my eyes."Six months," I said, my voice low and flat, though my jaw ached from holding it still. "Six months since the shootout at Teterboro Airport. My men have turned over every warehouse, every private clinic, every port from here to Europe, and you still walk into my study empty-handed."Marcus swallowed, his throat bobbing above his collar, his shoulders rigid beneath his black suit."Sir, we've checked every safehouse on the grid. Cole's cleanup crew cleared the hangar ten minutes after the gunfire. No body, no flight logs, no trace of the jet after it crossed international airspace. It's as if Bastian vanished into thin air."My fingers curled around the coin until its edge bit into my palm.Down the hall in the east wing, my father, the old man everyone in this house called Grandpa, lay under rou
Ariana Pov The fork scraped against the plate again. I had been pushing the same piece of chicken from one side to the other for so long that the sauce had congealed around it. The dining room was filled with the clink of silverware and Grandpa’s warm laughter, though I barely registered any of it. "Ariana." I looked up. Grandpa’s gaze settled on my untouched plate. "You haven't taken a single bite. Is everything alright?" "I'm fine, Grandpa." I managed a smile. "I'm just not hungry." "Not hungry?" Victoria leaned over to inspect my plate. "You haven't touched anything." "Then at least have some fruit or drink some water," Grandpa insisted. "You can't sit there on an empty stomach." I nodded and reached for my glass, my fingers catching the rim. It tipped, and water pooled across the tablecloth. "Sorry," I muttered, grabbing a napkin. Damian’s hand closed over mine before I could press it down. He took the napkin from me, his fingers brushing my knuckles, and b
Adrian Pov "Who gave her the right to speak to me like that?" I gripped the edge of the desk until my knuckles ached. I won't warn you twice. That calm expression of hers kept replaying in my mind. She hadn't even raised her voice. She'd simply looked me in the eye, delivered her warning, and walked away as if I meant nothing. "You'll regret that," I muttered. "You hear me, Ariana? You'll regret it." The glass in my other hand left my grip before I could think twice. It struck the wall and shattered, whiskey running down the paint in long streaks. I swept my arm across the desk. The lamp crashed to the floor, followed by the folders and pen holder. I kicked the chair aside, sending it tumbling across the room. My chest heaved as I stared at the mess. I dragged both hands through my hair, then slammed my fist against the desk. "Damn her!" "How dare she stand in front of me in public and point that filthy finger at my chest like I was some kind of nobody?" "Because
Ariana Pov "Who the hell do you think you are?"The words tore out of me, sharp with anger. My jaw clenched as I stopped right in front of him, close enough that he had to tilt his head to meet my eyes.The smirk dropped off his face."You barged in on me while I was out with a friend, and all you could do was make a fool of me!""Ariana...""What?"I jabbed a finger at his chest, hard enough that he shifted on his feet. My face burned.He glanced around as if he suddenly cared who was listening."Lower your voice. You're creating a scene."I stared at him. My jaw tightened."I'm creating a scene? I'm the one creating a scene? You just ruined my evening, and I'm the one creating a scene?"My voice shook, but I didn't look away. I held his gaze."You stood in front of a man you barely know and said I have a thing for older men. In front of him, you dragged my dignity through the mud. You did it with a smile, and now I'm the one creating a scene?"His throat bobbed."And now that I thi
Ariana Pov Jonathan's question hung in the air, and I couldn't breathe. Girlfriend? I had walked in thinking this was a date between friends, a celebration after the project. I hadn't expected him to ask me out. And I definitely hadn't expected to be sitting here as the girl who had told him she was single. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. "Ariana." He leaned forward, his brows drawn together. "Just say something." I stared at him, still speechless. He reached across the table and took my hands, his face full of concern. Mine were damp. I hoped he couldn't tell. I tried again, forcing my lips to move. "I..." "Look who we have here." The familiar voice cut through my attempt to speak. I turned towards it slowly, and my jaw dropped. Adrian? What was he doing here? Standing right in front of our table? Him? Seriously? Of all the people I could run into tonight, it had to be him. My jaw tightened. The nerve of him. He had actually stood there and told me I
Jonathan Pov "Ariana." She turned. The lamplight caught the grey of her dress and the delicate line of her collarbone, bare without the sapphire necklace. Then she smiled. "Jonathan. You were wonderful." "So were you." She laughed softly. "We both did perfectly. Partners." "Partners," I agreed. I held out my hand, and she took it. We shook hands, then laughed at how formal the gesture felt. "The pictures came out beautifully," she said. "Did you see how many people were taking them?" "I did. The reporters wouldn't leave us alone." I smiled. "And the story we gave them about the jewellery was convincing. I almost believed we were telling our own love story." "Almost?" She raised an eyebrow. "All right. I believed it." She laughed. "We make a good team," she said. "The best team." I hesitated. "Have dinner with me tomorrow." She tilted her head. "Dinner?" "The presentation is over, and we've finally finished the project. We can celebrate and relax







