The sun dipped low over the sapphire waters of the Mediterranean, casting a golden glow on the stone steps that led down to the private cove of Villa Azzurra. The estate, nestled among cliffs and lemon groves, had been owned by the Ashford family for generations but never used until now.Alma had chosen this place for its silence, a kind of sacred hush that reminded her of who she used to be, and who she had become.Today was her wedding day.The former heiress of a shattered empire was marrying the man born to be her enemy, Julian Vale. Except now, the names didn’t matter. Only the promise.A breeze danced across the courtyard where elegant white roses wrapped in silk swayed beside candlelit lanterns. The scent of orange blossom and sea salt filled the air. A string quartet played softly in the background as a select few guests took their seats, those who had stood by them through war and revelation.Selene, dressed in a midnight blue gown, adjusted Alma’s veil. “You ready?”Alma exh
The echo of camera shutters still lingered in Alma’s ears as she paced the executive floor of Ashford Tower. Below her, the city roared with media frenzy. Every major news outlet had picked up her broadcast. “The Fall of the Vale Empire” trended globally. Stocks trembled. Boardrooms buzzed.But Alma couldn’t celebrate.She could feel it, the calm before a greater storm.Julian stood by the glass window, silent and still. The man she loved, the man who’d protected her, was also the son of her worst enemy. The revelation from Evelyn’s letter still hung between them like invisible barbed wire.“I meant every word out there,” Alma said without looking at him. “But it still doesn’t change what you are.”Julian turned, his voice low. “What I am is your ally. I didn't ask to be born his son.”“No. But maybe you inherited more from him than you think.”He stepped closer, jaw tightening. “You want to know what I inherited? His ruthlessness. His strategy. But I use them for you. I chose you, Al
The moonlight spilled through the tall glass windows of the penthouse, shimmering against the marble floors and catching the dust in the air like glitter. Alma sat by the fireplace, her silk robe loosely tied, a cup of untouched black coffee beside her. She hadn’t slept since the encounter in Casablanca.Across from her, Julian paced shirtless, sweat gleaming on his toned chest, a Glock tucked into his waistband, ever-ready, ever-alert."You think she's gone for good?" Alma asked, voice low.Julian stopped pacing, his gaze dark. "Valeria doesn’t retreat. She recalibrates. That wasn’t defeat. It was a test."Alma stared into the fire. “She’s not just my sister, Julian. She’s me, rebuilt for war.”Julian walked over, crouched, and took her hand. “You’re not a machine. You bleed. You feel. That’s your power.”She didn’t reply. Not yet. Because deep down, she knew something darker was coming, something Damien had planned long before she took control of Ashford Industries. And she was righ
Alma’s eyes hadn’t closed for more than an hour.Her body rested, but her mind ran marathons, across childhood memories, false funerals, tech blueprints, and the haunting words her father had spoken.“Only one bloodline can rebuild the world.”She stirred from the old velvet couch in the safe house and walked barefoot across the cool tiles of the balcony. Below her, Marrakesh sparkled with nightlife and movement, unaware of the war brewing in silence.Julian was already on the rooftop, facing the skyline. Shirtless. His body still marked with scars from past battles, but his mind was clearly somewhere darker.She touched his shoulder. “Can’t sleep?”He shook his head. “He’s alive. And now we know Evelyn was never dead either. What else are they hiding?”Alma hesitated. “What if there’s someone else?”Julian turned. “You mean?”She nodded. “Another Vale. Someone we don’t know about.”Two Hours Later, Underground Archive, Safe HouseSelene worked fast, decrypting one file after another.
Alma sat in silence, the dim lights of the suite casting golden shadows across the marble floors. Outside, the world was calm. Inside her chest, a storm was brewing. Her father’s name, once buried in pain and denial, had now clawed its way back to the surface with one chilling message.“The king never left the board.”Julian stood by the fireplace, one hand pressed against the mantle, the other holding the encrypted tablet that had delivered the message. His jaw was clenched, the muscles ticking with every second of quiet.“I don’t like this,” he muttered. “Your father has been presumed dead for over ten years. No trace. No activity. Why now?”“Because I’m finally strong enough to play,” Alma said coldly, rising to her feet. She walked toward him, her silk robe floating behind her like a cape. “He was waiting. Watching. Letting me build something before he tears it down.”Julian turned to her. “Or tries to claim it.”Their eyes met, and for a second, the air between them buzzed with m
The moonlight fell gently across the whitewashed stone walls of Alma and Julian’s coastal villa. The world might have found a breath of peace after the LEXA crisis, but Alma knew better than to trust silence. Silence, after all, was the favorite disguise of secrets.She stood on the rooftop patio, barefoot, in a silk robe the color of midnight, her fingers curled around the edge of a crystal wine glass. The sea stretched out like ink before her, jeweled with moonlight.Behind her, Julian exited the bedroom, shirtless, with his usual quiet swagger. His chest bore the faint scar from the explosion in Istanbul last year, one of many marks their story had left on him."Couldn't sleep?" he asked.Alma shook her head. "Too many dreams. None of them mine."Julian came to her side, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “We’ve saved the world. Twice now. Maybe it’s time to enjoy it.”She smiled faintly but didn’t reply. Because in the quiet, she had heard something earlier. Not a dre