FAZER LOGIN"London. She lives there most of the year, which is why I rarely see her and why she has no idea what's actually happening in my life beyond what she reads in the tabloids." Kyle ran a hand through his hair, and the gesture was so human, so unlike the controlled man I was used to seeing, that it caught me off guard. "She's read everything. The marriage, the scandal, Sarah's television interview. She's concerned.""Concerned about you or concerned about the family image?""Both. She's my mother. She contains multitudes."I almost smiled. Almost. Then I remembered I was furious at him and the smile died before it reached my lips."What does this have to do with me?""Elizabeth Morrison is not Sarah." Kyle's voice dropped to something quiet and serious. "She's not cruel, she's not scheming, and she's not going to attack you or insult you or try to manipulate you. But she is sharp, perceptive, and she will know within five minutes if our marriage is fake.""Because it is fake."The words
(Lara's POV)The adrenaline from confronting Sarah carried me all the way home, buzzing through my veins like electricity that had nowhere to go. My hands were still shaking when I stepped into the elevator, but it was not fear this time. It was power. The unfamiliar, intoxicating rush of finally standing up to someone who had been standing on top of me for months.I could not believe I did it. Could not believe those words came out of my mouth, sharp and lethal and aimed directly at the woman who helped her son destroy me. Sarah Morrison stood on a public sidewalk and watched me threaten her with evidence she thought was buried, and the shock on her face was worth every sleepless night, every tear, every bruise I hid beneath long sleeves.She asked me to show the evidence. The audacity of that woman was almost admirable."Show me what you have," Sarah had demanded, her voice regaining some of its steel after the initial shock wore off. "If you actually had anything real, you would ha
(Lara's POV)I sat on the guest room floor with my back against the locked door, knees pulled to my chest, tears drying on my cheeks in salty trails I could not be bothered to wipe away.Stupid. Stupid, stupid, pathetic girl.I gave him everything. Not just my body, not just the shower and the bed and the sounds I made that I would never be able to unhear in my own memory. I gave him something worse. Something I swore I would never give another man after Maxton destroyed the first offering.I gave him hope.I let myself believe that the man who sat beside my bed for two hours watching me breathe was different from the man who told me I was nothing. I let myself believe that the panic in his voice when he carried me through the rain meant something real. I let myself believe that when he looked at me in the dark and whispered my name like it mattered, he actually meant it."Just a contract. Don't take it so seriously."The words played on repeat inside my skull, each repetition cutting
The crack echoed through the bedroom. My head snapped sideways, and the sting bloomed across my cheek like a burn, sharp and immediate and entirely unfamiliar even after the third time she had done it."Was it fun?" Her voice shook with a rage so intense it vibrated through the mattress. "Was it fun sleeping with me while you had someone else the whole time?""What are you talking about?""Don't play dumb with me, Kyle!" She shoved the phone toward my face, the screen inches from my eyes. "Explain this. Explain it right now."I took the phone. The screen showed a gossip blog, the kind that thrived on celebrity scandals and manufactured outrage. The headline was bold, red, designed for maximum damage."Kyle Morrison Spotted With Mystery Woman: Is The Newlywed Already Cheating?"Beneath the headline was a photograph. Me, walking out of a restaurant, my hand on the lower back of a woman I did not recognize. Dark hair, elegant dress, her face turned just enough toward the camera to look i
(Kyle's POV)I did not expect her to follow me into the shower.When I climbed out of bed at two in the morning, it was because lying next to her was torture in its purest form. Her body curled toward mine in sleep, her breathing soft and steady, her hair spread across the pillow in dark waves that caught the moonlight and made my fingers itch to touch them.She was supposed to be resting. The doctor told me to make sure she ate and slept and stopped doing anything strenuous. And here I was, the man responsible for a significant portion of her exhaustion, lying three feet away from her with a body that refused to cooperate with the rational part of my brain.So I went to the shower. Cold water. Distance. The physical equivalent of counting backwards from a thousand until the wanting subsided.Then she walked in. And the wanting did not subside. It detonated.Now she lay beside me in the dark, the sheets tangled around her legs, her skin still flushed and warm from the steam, and I cou
"Your body knew." He pulled me gently, just enough to turn me back toward him. Water dripped from his hand onto my skin, warm trails running down my arm. "You've been tossing in that bed for an hour, Lara. I could feel the heat coming off you from three feet away.""That's not what was happening.""No?" He stepped closer, and the steam wrapped around both of us, warm and thick and smelling like his soap. "Then why are you standing in my bathroom at two in the morning wearing nothing but a t shirt and a blush that goes all the way down to your chest?"My face burned. He was right about the blush. I could feel it spreading across my skin like warm paint, crawling down my neck toward the neckline of the oversized shirt I had been sleeping in."I was going to take a cold shower," I whispered, and even I could hear how pathetic the excuse sounded."Cold showers are overrated." His free hand came up and brushed a strand of hair from my face. His wet fingers left a trail of warmth across my







