LOGINClaire’s POVMy head was pounding. After two hours of fake smiles and shaking hands with people I had just seen for the very first time in my life, I needed out so i headed to the rooftop to go meet Felix. I pushed open the heavy door, the cool night air finally hitting my face. Felix was already there, hunched over a small table. There was a thin line of white powder laid out, a whiskey bottle sitting next to it. He jumped, his hand moving to cover the stash like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar."Relax," I said, stepping into the light. "It’s just me."He exhaled, a jagged, shaky sound. "Fuck. I thought you were Grey coming here to judge me.""Hardly," I muttered, walking over to the edge. "What are you doing up here alone?""The party is a bore, and the people are even worse," he said, his voice unusually raspy. He stared at the powder for a second before looking up at me, his eyes glassy. "I needed a break from the noise.""If you’re constantly scared of getting ca
Claire’s POVThe morning of the inauguration felt like a death sentence. I woke up with my chest so tight I could barely drag in a breath, my skin crawling with the anticipation of what the fuck this stalker was planning. It was D-Day.I stumbled into the shower, cranking the water to scalding, trying to scrub the cold dread off my skin. It didn't work. As the steam filled the bathroom, my mind went to the darkest places. Dad. Stephano. I’d failed them both. I was supposed to be the avenging angel, the girl who ended the De Lucas, but here I was, drowning in the fact that I was actually in love with the fucking monster who’d pulled the trigger on my family. 'God, why will you let this happen to me?' i found myself questioning God for my own mistakesIt’s just infatuation, I told myself, clutching the shower wall until my knuckles turned white. No sane human falls in love with a man who murdered their kin. I had to believe that. It was the only thing keeping me from snapping.I stepped
Claire’s POVMy pulse was thrumming in my ears, a frantic, uneven rhythm that drowned out the hum of the house.I reached the door to Grey’s room, the metal handle cold against my palm. I stared at the wood, my hand trembling so violently that the knife felt like an anchor dragging me down. Do it. End it. Save yourself. The words were a mantra, but my feet were lead. I stood there, paralyzed by the sheer weight of the choice, my breath hitching as I realized I was shaking like a leaf."Don't just stand there in the dark, Leah. Come in."My heart stopped. His voice was rough, low, and terrifyingly close, despite the barrier between us. I froze, my throat clicking shut. Was he talking to me? How could he..."I can see your shadow under the door," he added, his tone tinged with a weary sort of amusement.The air rushed out of my lungs. He wasn't asleep. He hadn't been asleep this entire time. A cold, brutal realization washed over me. this was a waste of time because there was no way I c
Grey’s POVI watched the bathroom door slam shut, the click of the lock sounding final, cutting me off from her completely.I let out a harsh, frustrated breath, running a hand through my damp hair. I’d tried to warn her. I had literally laid it out for her, but for some reason, she just wasn't fucking listening. She’d snapped at me, letting her pride twist my words into an insult, but this had nothing to do with her capability. It had everything to do with safety.The Leah I knew was not someone who would willingly jump at an opportunity that involved public speaking. Her anxiety practically ate her alive at the mere thought of a crowd. Yet here she was, stubbornly digging her heels in, refusing to back down. Her inauguration was in exactly three days, and the knot of worry tightening in my chest was turning into pure panic.I needed to find a way to convince her to turn down the offer. Alto wouldn't retract it, which meant she was the only one with the power to save herself, but she
Grey’s POVThe heavy double doors of the ballroom had barely closed behind us, and I was already suffocating. Five minutes. That’s all it took.I’d stepped away to greet Luciano, an old friend I hadn't seen in months with the intention of keeping the conversation brief. But the moment my eyes drifted across the crowded room and landed on Leah, my chest tightened. A man was already there talking to her.It’s nothing, I told myself, forcing my attention back to Luciano. Just standard party small talk. But the lie was anything but convincing, I knew exactly how dangerous the men surrounding us were, and the sight of someone uninvited circling my wife made my pulse spike. I cut Luciano off mid-sentence, barely offering a muttered excuse before I left.I reached the table just as the bastard was about to take a seat."That’s his seat," I heard Leah say, her voice steady but tightly coiled.He ignored her, his fingers wrapping around the back of the chair, pulling it out anyway. The arrogan
Grey’s POVI’d had enough. The stifling air of the dinner room, the fake smiles, and the endless senseless chatter of my father, it was all grating on my nerves until I was one breath away from snapping. I needed out. I pushed through the heavy double doors into the cool, biting night air of the terrace. I was five minutes into my escape, just starting to feel the tension in my shoulders loosen, when the doors clicked open again. Reine. Of course.I turned my back to her, focused entirely on the pack of cigarettes in my pocket. I didn't have the patience for her tonight."mind if i join you?" she asked, her voice sliding into that syrupy, familiar tone that used to work on me years ago."I’d prefer if you stayed inside, Reine," I said, my voice clipped.She let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "Still the same attitude, I see. What’s gotten into you?"I didn't answer. I was too busy patting down my jacket, my irritation spiking when I realized my lighter was missing. I must have left it o
Claire’s POVThe words hung between us, raw and too loud in the quiet room. His gaze flickered down to my mouth for the briefest second before he dragged it back up to my eyes.He didn’t move closer. He didn’t move away either. Just studied me, like he was trying to figure out if I meant it or if I
CLAIRE’S POVI was tired. My stomach hurt from sitting too long, and I hated myself for still waiting. The date didn’t even matter anymore. I just wanted to go home, to crawl into bed and forget this night ever happened. But Grey was inside that pub, buried in his world, and I couldn’t exactly driv
Claire’s POVI didn’t remember leaving the pool. One second Grey’s face was inches from mine, water dripping from his lashes, his breath mixing with mine like a slow drug and i was at the verge of making what is probably the dumbest secision of my life… and the next, I was back in the hallway, towe
Grey’s POVThe morning air was crisp against my face as I killed the engine of my bike, the low rumble fading into silence. I pulled off my helmet, running a hand through my hair, wiping away the remnants of the adrenaline rush from the ride.I was halfway across the driveway when I saw her outside







