ANMELDEN"I asked her."I didn’t wait for a greeting. My mother didn’t require one, and frankly, I didn't have the patience for pleasantries. I was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the New York skyline laid out before me like a grid of cold electricity. For the first time in my life, the view didn't make me feel like a king surveying a conquest. It just made me feel like a man who finally had a home to go to. I held the phone tight against my ear, listening to the silence on the other end."And?" Eleanor finally asked. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the sharp edge of anticipation."She said yes."The silence that followed lasted exactly five seconds. I counted them by the beat of my own heart. It was the kind of silence that usually preceded a lecture, but this felt different. It felt like the air was being sucked out of the room. My mother had been the only one who never lied to me about what I was becoming. She had been the one to point out the cracks in my armo
"So, are you going to sit down, or are you just going to stand there and let the light catch that diamond until I’m blind?"My father didn't even look up from the ledger on his desk as I walked into the study. The Montague estate always smelled the same, old paper, expensive tobacco, and the faint, lingering scent of the lemon trees outside. It was a smell that used to make me feel small, like a child waiting for a lecture. Today, it just felt like home. I crossed the room, the heels of my shoes clicking softly on the hardwood, and took the seat directly across from him.I didn't try to hide my left hand. I rested it right on the edge of the dark mahogany, the stone sparkling under the green shaded lamp. Savio finally looked up. His eyes, sharp and dark, moved from the ring to my face. He didn't gasp. He didn't look surprised. He just leaned back in his heavy leather chair and waited for me to find the words. That was my father. He never rushed a moment that belonged to someone els
"Dante, are you awake?"I didn't wait for him to answer. I didn't even check the time, though the digital clock on the car’s dashboard told me it was well past midnight. We were in separate cars from the airport,a logistical necessity for security, though it felt strange to be apart from Roman even for twenty minutes. I sat in the back of the black SUV, the city lights blurring past the window in neon streaks. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm that hadn't slowed since we left the tarmac.Dante picked up on the first ring. He didn't say hello. He just breathed into the receiver, a heavy, expectant silence that told me he already knew. He could hear the shift in my voice through the phone line."Sera," he said. His voice was low, gravelly with sleep but sharp with focus."He asked.I had to force the words out. They felt heavy and light all at the same time. I looked down at my hand, the diamond catching the passing streetlights. It looked like a beacon in the dark."On the
"Will you let this be permanent?"Roman’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with an emotion I had never heard from him before. We were on the plane, the engines winding down with a low, dying whine as we sat on the dark tarmac of Teterboro. There was no orchestra. There were no flashing cameras. There was just the hum of the cooling cabin and the heavy, electric silence between two people who had finally run out of excuses."Will you build this with me?" he asked, his grip on my hand tightening as if he were afraid I might vanish before he finished the sentence. "Not what we had before. It's not that mess of mistakes. I mean something new. Something we make from right here."I looked at him. I didn't see the cold billionaire who had ignored me in his hallway years ago. I didn't see the man who had broken my heart or the boy I had idolized from a distance. I saw the man he had become,the one who washed dishes badly and stayed still for eight hours just so I could sleep. This wasn't the
"Ready to go back to the real world?" Roman’s voice was low, vibrating through the quiet cabin of the private jet as the Milan skyline disappeared beneath a thick blanket of clouds. I looked at him, leaning back into the buttery leather of the oversized seat. I was exhausted, but it was a good kind of tired. It was the productive, bone-deep ache that came from fighting for something and winning. "The real world feels different now," I said, my eyes already feeling heavy. "It is different," he replied. He reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was light, lingering just long enough to make my heart skip. We settled into the silence of the flight. The hum of the engines was a steady, rhythmic pulse that acted like a lullaby. The ease between us was new, a fragile thing that had grown stronger over the last few days in Italy. We didn't need to talk. We didn't need to strategize or argue. We were just two people who had finally, after a year of wr
"You’re staring, Sera." Roman didn’t even look up from his laptop to say it. He was sitting at the small bistro table in our Milan apartment, the evening light catching the sharp line of his jaw. I leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, a glass of wine held loosely in my hand, watching him. I didn't know about the ring hidden in his coat pocket. I had no idea he’d walked into an old family jeweller and picked out a stone that looked like frozen morning light. But I noticed something. My instinct had always been my sharpest weapon, and right now, it was screaming that the man in front of me had shifted. "I’m observing," I corrected, taking a slow sip of the crisp white wine. He finally looked up, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "And what does the observation tell you?" "That you’re too quiet," I said, though that wasn't exactly it. It wasn't just silence; it was a settled quality. The restless energy that usually buzzed around Roman Knight, the need to dominate th
Sera arrived at seven with Dante and knew within ninety seconds that Roman was not yet in the room.She knew the way she had always known things about him, before the information reached her brain. The room felt like a room that had not yet changed. She greeted the hospital director at the entrance
Isabella came home at three thirty to find Roman in the sitting room with no lights on, and the notebook closed on the coffee table in front of him.She set her bag down. Looked at him. Looked at the notebook. "What is that?""Sit down," he said.She sat across from him with the careful posture of
Ada's message came through the internal system at two fourteen.*Roman Ashford in the lobby. No appointment. Says it's important.*Sera read it at her desk. She set her pen down. She looked at the message for four seconds. Then she picked her pen back up and went back to the document she had been r
Garrett arrived at nine with a folder he had not sent ahead.That was the first thing Roman noticed. Garrett sent documents in advance. Eleven years of working together, and the rule had never changed: a client should never be surprised in a meeting. The fact that he was carrying something Roman ha







