LOGINKatia’s POVI turned the car onto the long driveway leading to Grandma Celeste’s house and kept both hands on the wheel, even though the road was empty. The radio was off, and my phone was face down on the passenger seat. I did not want any more noise. Tessa’s live video had been running through my head since I left the office, and the silence in the car was the only thing stopping me from repeating every word out loud.She had stood in front of her camera wearing that deep red top and told her viewers she had a source. A real one this time. Someone who knew the difference between telling the truth and covering for someone else. She said Gail Windsor was not Catwoman.She claimed that Gail had stood in front of everyone after the race and pretended to be Catwoman to protect someone else. She also promised to keep investigating until she discovered the real driver. She had not mentioned my name or Julian’s. But she had looked straight into the camera and smiled as though she already kn
Katia’s POVI dropped Aiden off at school first. He hugged me at the gate, his backpack half open, and told me he had a spelling test that morning. I asked him to spell the word courage, but he ran off before I could check whether he knew the answer.Clara was still asleep in her car seat when I arrived home. She was only six months old, but she was already getting heavy. I carried her inside the Windsor house, where Gail took her from my arms. I kissed the top of Clara’s head and quickly left before she woke up and started crying for me.After that, I drove to IG Technology, ready to focus on my responsibilities as CEO.My office smelled of fresh coffee and printer ink. Several contracts were stacked neatly on my desk, alongside three pens and my laptop, which I had left running overnight. I signed the Meridian distribution agreement, approved the supplier terms, and tried to convince myself that it was going to be a normal morning.But nothing had felt normal since Gail publicly cla
Delia’s POVNoah was not home. That was the only reason I went.I had spent most of the night thinking about Tessa in that red dress, and I was so upset that I could barely sleep. Elliot had fucked me. He had put his mouth on me. He had told me to come back when I was wet. Yet the very next day, that annoying racer had sat across from me at lunch, drinking my wine and telling me she was going to become my mother-in-law. I was supposed to be the woman Elliot wanted. Not his wife. I knew that. But his woman. The one he called. The one he used. If he was interested in someone else, did that mean I was no longer enough for him? Just one night in his bed, and the next day he was already entertaining another woman. The thought bothered me so much that I eventually got into my car and drove to his office.Wasn’t I supposed to be his woman? Why would he ask Tessa out? What had happened between the night I spent in his bed and the lunch where she announced their relationship? Had I stopped bei
Delia’s POVTessa Sterling called the next morning while Noah was still in the kitchen and I was still sore from what I had done with his father.I was standing at the counter wearing Elliot’s shirt from last night, the one I had not returned, and drinking coffee I did not even want. Every time I sat down, I could still feel the soreness Elliot had left behind. There was no bruise I could show anyone, only the unmistakable feeling of having been used. I had enjoyed it while I was in his bed, but I hated feeling it in my husband’s kitchen.My phone lit up with a name I certainly did not consider a friend.“Lunch,” Tessa said the moment I answered. “Today. I will not keep you long.”“The last time you sat across from me, you called me a fool.”“And you still answered my call. One o’clock. The restaurant on Mercer. They serve a white wine you will pretend not to like.”“I did not say yes.”“You will. You hate not knowing what people want from you.”She hung up before I could refuse again
Delia’s POVI was wet before Noah finished his sentence.He was on the couch with his laptop, socked feet up, asking if I wanted tea. Ordinary. Kind. The man I had married. And while he talked about a file he had to send in the morning, I was thinking about his father’s cock.Elliot’s hand in my hair. Elliot’s mouth between my legs. The way he pushed in and did not ask if I could take it. I shifted on the cushion and felt how soaked I already was. Noah did not notice. He never did.“Tea?” Noah asked again.“No.”“You are quiet.” He said.“I am tired.”I was not tired. I was sitting next to my husband and picturing another man. Elliot at dinner, his hand close to mine, the look he gave my mouth when Martha was not watching. I had smiled at Noah. I had passed him a cake. Under the table my thighs stayed pressed together the whole night. Every time Elliot spoke, I felt it. Every time Noah laughed, I felt worse because he was decent and I was already gone.Noah closed the laptop. “Come to
Elliot’s POVI did not call Tessa Sterling because I liked her. I called her because she was another naive woman with an obsession, and obsessed women were easy to manipulate.Her obsession was Julian. The mask. The car. The mysterious woman who had beaten her and disappeared. Tessa had spent months walking into rooms and asking the wrong people the right questions. Gail Windsor had already confessed to being the driver, but I was going to make Tessa doubt that confession without giving her another name. A woman desperate for answers would keep coming back to me. If I gave her the name now, she would no longer need me.She met me in a hotel suite. I had booked under a company she would not be able to trace before morning. She wore a red dress and had a recorder hidden in her bag. She thought she was the one doing the hunting.“Mr. Vesper,” Tessa said. “You said you had something on Catwoman.”“I said I had something the city does not,” I corrected her. “Sit.”She sat down. I deliberat
~Katia~“Get out!” my mom screamed, her voice tearing through the hallway like a bomb going off in a small room.The sound hit the walls and bounced back so violently, like the house itself was flinching. Even the air felt startled, buzzing with the kind of tension that makes your skin crawl. My he
~Katia~I woke up to the sour taste of bile creeping up my throat, and my legs threw me out of bed before my brain could even catch up. The morning light seared into my eyes like punishment, and I stumbled across the cold floor, my feet slapping against the wood, straight into the bathroom. My knee
~Katia~"Do you know how hard I've been holding myself?" I didn't answer because all I wanted was to get laid. I could still feel the ache between my legs. He carried my bridal style and led me to his hotel room. "Now, I can fuck you however I want because you are now my wife, princess." The room
~Katia~Vegas heat hit me like a wave the second I stepped off the private jet. The runway shimmered under the late afternoon sun, and I squinted past my sunglasses, already half-listening to the ping of updates on my encrypted racing burner phone. Six hours before the race, and my heart was alread







