LOGINSASKIA POVThe frantic rattling of the door handle sliced through the thick, heavy heat between us. Evander froze, his lips still pressed against the racing pulse at my throat. His hands tightened on my hips for a fraction of a second, his knuckles digging into my skin before he slowly, deliberately let go."Mr. Sinclair!" Brenda’s voice came through the thick wood again, louder this time, her usual professional calm completely replaced by panic. "They're coming up the east elevator right now. Victoria has the court bailiffs with her!"Evander stepped back. The transformation on his face happened in the blink of an eye. The raw, territorial dark look vanished, replaced instantly by the cold, calculating mask of the billionaire CEO. He reached up, smoothing down his vest and fastening the buttons of his suit jacket with perfectly steady hands."Fix your clothes, Saskia," he said, his voice flat, low, and utterly calm. It was the tone he used when a multi-million-dollar deal was hanging
SASKIA POVJulian pulled his hand back instantly, straightening up as if he had been burned. His chair scraped loudly against the hardwood floor. He looked at Evander, his face turning pale before a defensive stiffness took over his posture.Evander walked into the office, his large frame filling the space completely. He didn't just walk; he stormed in, closing the distance between the doorway and the desk in a matter of seconds. He didn't look at me. His eyes were locked entirely on Julian, burning with a quiet, lethal intensity."Mr. Sinclair," Julian said, his voice shaking slightly but holding its ground. "I was just—""I don't care what you were doing," Evander cut him off, his voice dangerously quiet. He stopped right at the edge of the desk, towering over the younger lawyer. "I gave you a direct order to stay away from Miss Beaumont. I told you that any further communication regarding this estate goes through my corporate legal team. Do you have a hearing problem, Mr. Vance?""
SASKIA POVThe desk phone continued to buzz, its sharp electronic tone slicing through the heavy, dark silence that had settled over us. Evander didn't move. His hands remained wrapped around the armrests of my chair, his chest rising and falling against the edge of the glass table. His dark eyes held mine captive, refusing to let me look away."Aren't you going to get that?" I whispered, my voice barely carrying over the noise."Let it ring," he murmured, his face so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips."Evander, we're at the office," I said, placing my hands flat against his chest to keep some distance between us. His heart was beating with a heavy, frantic rhythm beneath the expensive fabric of his vest. "Your secretary knows we're in here. If you ignore the phone while the door is locked, it looks suspicious."He let out a sharp, frustrated breath through his nose. He stayed still for one more agonizing second, his eyes burning down into mine, before he final
SASKIA POVThe elevator ride back to the top floor felt twice as long as the ride down. The air inside the metallic box was thick and suffocating, completely dominated by Evander’s silent, freezing rage. He kept his eyes fixed on the digital floor indicator, his jaw clenched so tightly that a tiny muscle kept jumping near his ear."You did that on purpose," Evander said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cut through the hum of the elevator.I didn't turn my head. I kept staring at the silver doors, my hands clasped tightly in front of my blazer. "Did what on purpose?""Defied me. In front of the staff. In front of him.""His name is Julian, Evander. And I didn't do it to defy you," I said, finally turning to face him. "He has the financial records we need to bury Victoria. Am I supposed to tell him to go away just because you don't like the way he stands near me?"The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Evander didn't answer. He marched out into the executive corridor, hi
SAKIA POVThe elevator ride down to the main lobby was dead silent. Evander stood beside me, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, staring straight at the shiny metallic doors. His posture was stiff, completely detached. Looking at him now, nobody would ever guess that his mouth had been burning against my skin just minutes ago.When the doors slid open, the quiet atmosphere of the upper floors vanished.The ground floor lobby was crowded. Victoria stood right in the center of the polished marble floor, looking entirely in her element. She was flanked by two men holding large professional cameras and a woman holding a digital voice recorder with the *Financial Chronicle* logo printed on the side. A few security guards stood a few feet back, looking nervous and unsure of whether they should intervene."Ah, there they are," Victoria announced, her voice carrying beautifully across the wide room. She didn't wait for us to approach. She marched right up to us, her heels clicking aggr
SASKIA POVThe metallic click of the lock sliding into place sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room.I stood by the small glass table, my breath hitching as Evander turned around. The cold, calculated CEO who had just dismissed a junior lawyer was gone. In his place was a man whose dark eyes burned with a dangerous, volatile heat. He crossed the room in three long, predatory strides, stopping so close to me that I could feel the tension radiating off his chest."You smiled at him," Evander said, his voice a low, rough growl that vibrated through the small space between us.I forced myself to stand my ground, tilting my head up to meet his fierce gaze. "He's trying to help me, Evander. He actually found proof that Victoria is stealing from my father's accounts.""I don't care what he found," Evander snapped, his jaw clenching tightly. He reached out, his large hands gripping the edge of the glass table on either side of my hips, effectively trapping me against it. "I told you that my
SASKIA POVThe grand father clock in the main hallway struck midnight, each chime echoing through the silent mansion like a heavy heartbeat. I couldn't pace my room anymore. The memory of Evander’s hands on my face from the other night, followed by his instant, icy dismissal the moment Mrs. Gable w
SASKIA POVThe dining room table was absurdly long. I sat at one end, staring at a plate of seared salmon and asparagus that I was too stressed to eat. Evander sat at the exact opposite end, a glass of dark red wine beside his plate, his attention focused entirely on his tablet. The only sound in t
SASKIA POVThe rain was coming down in sheets by the time the sleek, black town car pulled up to the gates of the Sinclair estate. I stared out the window, my hands gripping my small duffel bag. It was the only thing I had left. When I went back to my apartment after the meeting with Robert, my key
SASKIA POVThe mahogany conference table in the law firm of Harrison & Associates was long enough to seat twenty people, but today, only three of us occupied it. The silence in the room was heavy, punctured only by the aggressive tapping of my stepmother’s long, manicured nails against the wood."C







