Nova had always believed that darkness came with a warning.A shift in the wind. A crack in the silence. A scent like steel.But this one came in a dress.Red. Silk. High slit.It arrived at their door without a sound, a letter sealed with the Volkov crest.Delivered by no courier.No signature.Just words inked in perfect cursive:"The sins of our fathers are not buried. They bloom.Meet me in Vienna.One last time.Irena"Tatiana burned the envelope."We ignore it," she said flatly, watching the seal melt in the fire.Liam shook his head. "We can't. If she's reaching out, she's not desperate. She's baiting us."Nova said nothing.Not yet.Not until she stared at the flames long enough to realize:Irena wasn’t just calling her back.She was finishing what she'd started.That night, Nova lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Cassia slept in the cradle beside her, her small fingers twitching in dreams.Liam turned on his side. "Don’t go."Nova didn’t answer immediately."If I don’t," she
The rain in Rome came like whispers that morning, gentle, deceitful. Just like the letter Liam held in his hand.It had arrived without warning. No return address. Just his name in looping, familiar cursive.Liam.There are truths even Nova doesn’t know.Meet me. Alone. No guards. No Nova. If you care about your daughter’s life, you’ll come.Midnight. Ponte Sisto. Burn this.He read it three times. Then he did as the note said.He burned it.But the words… branded his soul.Liam didn’t tell Nova.Not because he wanted to keep secrets.But because he already had.For years.Before Nova… before Cassia… before the war between families ignited, Liam Ashford had worn a different face. One Nova didn’t know. One the world had forgotten.A name buried in government files.A ghost in enemy camps.A man who had once worked for Irena Volkov.And worse…A man who had loved her.That night, under the pale glow of a Roman bridge, Liam waited.He didn’t flinch when a woman in crimson heels appeared
Cassie chugged down the glass of whiskey in one go and signaled the bartender for another. The bartender slid over to her and side-eyed her while he refilled her whiskey before leaving her alone. Cassie didn't blame him for judging her. She was a young woman in the bar alone who had been chugging down glass after glass of whiskey. She would judge herself too if she wasn't in the situation she was in right now. But alas she was in this situation and just wanted to drink it all away so she didn't care about anyone judging her. She picked up the glass of whiskey and swirled it around. As she did the images from earlier flashed in her head and she downed the entire glass in annoyance. She signaled the bartender again. "Just leave the bottle", she told the bartender this time when he came to refill her glass.Again, he gave her that judgemental look but dropped the bottle, which was all Cassie cared about. She poured herself another drink and downed it. She was feeling tipsy no
Cassie woke up with a banging headache. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked repeatedly to get used to the light from the sunlight that was streaming steadily into the room. She looked around with total confusion until she felt someone breathing next to her. She turned around and was shocked to see a man sleeping next to her. She was frozen in the spot until distorted images from the previous night appeared in her head. She remembered haphazardly going to meet a stranger last night in his private booth and asking him to hook up with her. She looked at her clothes that were strewn around the room.Shit!, she cursed in her head.The man stirred in his sleep and Cassie froze, her heart beating rapidly, silently praying that he wouldn't wake up now. She would much prefer not to do the whole awkward morning talk that followed a hook-up. Thankfully, his breathing evened out as he continued to sleep. She breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake him. She pic
Damon smiled to himself in the backseat of his car. Adrian, his assistant who was driving, looked at his smiling face from the rearview mirror of the car and was stunned. Damon hardly smiled, what could have gotten him to smile that widely? It was strange to see."I heard the meeting went badly yesterday but seeing such a big smile on your face, I'm beginning to wonder if I heard correctly", Adrian told him and Damon immediately stopped smiling."What are you talking about?", Damon asked coolly."What smile?""That smile. The one that was on your face just a minute ago", Adrian insisted."There was no smile. You should focus on the road", Damon told him and Adrian pretended to be hurt."Oh o, and I was so worried last night thinking you were in a bad shape and I wasn't there to comfort you but it seems like you were able to comfort you all right. All my worries and sleepless nights were in vain", Adrian pouted."What are you talking about? If you don't stop talking, I'll fire you", Da
"Sylvia, can you prepare all the files on the SCB deal and have it on my desk by tomorrow?", Cassie asked her secretary over the phone."Of course, Miss Cassie. It will be on your desk by tomorrow morning", Sylvia answered."Ok, thank you. Also,for the Under 30 gala tomorrow can you prepare a dress for me? I know it's short notice but is it possible?", Cassie asked her."Of course, It'll all be arranged by early tomorrow morning", Sylvia answered."Alright, thank you Sylvia", Cassie said and ended the call.She let out a deep breath as she replayed the conversation with her father in her head. She was anxious about undertaking a task as big as this. She was a competent worker, everyone knew that. She had undertaken and accomplished big tasks, cinched big deals for the company before, and won over even the toughest of partners but still, she had never done something as huge as this before. A small part of her mentally slapped herself for agreeing to this at all, what if she couldn't pu
Cassie wasn’t prepared for this. The air in the grand ballroom was thick with power and quiet competition, but nothing compared to the charged tension crackling between her and the man standing across the room.Damon Turner.Her one-night stand.Her father’s biggest rival.Her biggest problem.Cassie’s breath caught in her throat as their eyes locked. Damon was watching her like a predator who had just spotted his prey, his sharp features unreadable, but his amusement was evident. He was toying with her, enjoying her discomfort.Damn him.She hadn’t known what to expect when she agreed to attend the Under 30 Gala, but it certainly wasn’t running into the man she had paid to disappear from her life.A slow smirk tugged at Damon’s lips.He knew.Of course, he knew.Cassie tightened her grip on her champagne flute, forcing herself to stay composed. She had faced boardrooms full of ruthless businessmen, navigated high-stakes negotiations, and built a reputation as one of the fiercest youn
Cassie’s fingers tightened around the folder in her hand, the weight of Damon’s proposal pressing heavily on her mind.“You’re out of your mind,” she muttered, narrowing her gaze at him.Damon leaned casually against the sleek glass desk in her office, his smirk unwavering. “Not at all. Just a man who knows what he wants.”Cassie inhaled sharply, trying to keep her emotions in check. “And what is that, exactly?”His eyes darkened, something unreadable flashing in their depths. “You. The company. Both.”Her breath hitched at the boldness of his words, but she recovered quickly, shaking her head. “You don’t get to have either, Damon.”His smirk widened. “We’ll see about that.”Cassie exhaled, trying to push aside the dangerous attraction crackling between them. “This merger—it's impossible. My father would never go for it.”“Your father is a businessman. And businessmen don’t let personal feelings get in the way of a profitable deal.”Cassie crossed her arms, stepping closer to him, ref
The rain in Rome came like whispers that morning, gentle, deceitful. Just like the letter Liam held in his hand.It had arrived without warning. No return address. Just his name in looping, familiar cursive.Liam.There are truths even Nova doesn’t know.Meet me. Alone. No guards. No Nova. If you care about your daughter’s life, you’ll come.Midnight. Ponte Sisto. Burn this.He read it three times. Then he did as the note said.He burned it.But the words… branded his soul.Liam didn’t tell Nova.Not because he wanted to keep secrets.But because he already had.For years.Before Nova… before Cassia… before the war between families ignited, Liam Ashford had worn a different face. One Nova didn’t know. One the world had forgotten.A name buried in government files.A ghost in enemy camps.A man who had once worked for Irena Volkov.And worse…A man who had loved her.That night, under the pale glow of a Roman bridge, Liam waited.He didn’t flinch when a woman in crimson heels appeared
Nova had always believed that darkness came with a warning.A shift in the wind. A crack in the silence. A scent like steel.But this one came in a dress.Red. Silk. High slit.It arrived at their door without a sound, a letter sealed with the Volkov crest.Delivered by no courier.No signature.Just words inked in perfect cursive:"The sins of our fathers are not buried. They bloom.Meet me in Vienna.One last time.Irena"Tatiana burned the envelope."We ignore it," she said flatly, watching the seal melt in the fire.Liam shook his head. "We can't. If she's reaching out, she's not desperate. She's baiting us."Nova said nothing.Not yet.Not until she stared at the flames long enough to realize:Irena wasn’t just calling her back.She was finishing what she'd started.That night, Nova lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Cassia slept in the cradle beside her, her small fingers twitching in dreams.Liam turned on his side. "Don’t go."Nova didn’t answer immediately."If I don’t," she
Nova didn't sleep.Not after Vienna. Not after the rooftop.Not after that kiss.Yelena wasn’t just Irena’s hidden daughter. She was something else entirely.An echo of everything Nova had fought to leave behind.And yet… a mirror too.That kiss hadn’t been about desire.It had been a dare.A warning.And maybe… an invitation.Back in Croatia, the estate was locked down tighter than ever.Tatiana reviewed security footage for hours, rewinding and replaying Yelena’s rooftop escape like it held the secrets to the universe.It almost did."She landed on a black Ducati," Tatiana muttered, squinting. "Helmetless. Classic narcissist move."Nova leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Where’d she go?”"Underground. We traced her to Berlin. Then Paris. Now she’s off-grid again."Nova didn’t flinch. “She’s hunting something.”Tatiana looked up, eyes sharp. “She’s hunting you.”Later, while Liam held Cassia in the nursery, Nova sat alone in the firelit library.The file Tatiana had given her la
The private jet touched down just after midnight, its sleek black frame a shadow against the Croatian sky.Nova waited on the runway.No guards. No Liam. No baby monitor in her hand.Just her and the wind.When the jet door opened and the stairs unfolded, the first thing Nova saw was a stiletto heel.Then the shimmer of a silk robe, red like blood, slit like sin.Tatiana Myelov stepped into the moonlight.She hadn’t aged a day.Which, knowing Tatiana, probably meant she’d killed Time and made it beg for mercy.“Darling,” Tatiana purred, sunglasses on despite the dark. “You look like war wrapped in regret.”Nova didn’t smile.“Did you bring the file?”Tatiana held up a slim black case.“I brought everything, darling. Bloodlines. Hidden children. Offshore trusts. The kind of secrets that make governments flinch.”Nova took the case, but her eyes never left the older woman’s face.“Why now?”Tatiana pulled off her glasses.Her eyes were emerald and ruthless.“Because you’re finally ready
It had been three days since Cassian Blackthorne was officially dethroned.Three days since Liam had watched Nova walk out of that villa, head high, spine steel, heart untamed.But peace, Liam knew, was never permanent.Especially not when you were holding an empire that used to belong to a monster.And monsters didn’t die quietly.They whispered from the ashes.The Blackthorne estate in Croatia was quiet, too quiet.Liam stood on the balcony outside the study, his shirt half-buttoned, scotch in hand, eyes trained on the horizon like a soldier waiting for the next attack.Below, Nova walked the garden with Cassia in her arms, the toddler giggling as she reached for fireflies.It was one of those moments that shouldn’t be possible after everything they’d endured.But then the phone in his pocket buzzed.A single message from Leila.“We have a breach. Someone leaked the safehouse locations. Internal.”Liam’s heart froze mid-beat.Not because he was surprised.But because betrayal was al
The private jet cut through the clouds like a secret no one was supposed to hear.Nova sat by the window, eyes unmoving, her thoughts far away from the Italian sky. Her fingers clutched a worn piece of paper, Hayes' message, hastily scribbled and scanned.“Cassian has involved Irena Volkov. He’s using your daughter as leverage.”She had read it ten times since takeoff, but the words still felt foreign. Cassian. Her father. Willing to use Cassia as a pawn.Beside her, Liam sat in stillness, his jaw set, his silence dangerous.He hadn’t spoken much since they left their villa in Venice, not after Nova showed him the message.When she finally turned to him, his hands were clasped together on his lap, but his knuckles were white.“He crossed the line,” Liam said without looking at her.Nova swallowed. “He erased the line.”“We should’ve killed him when we had the chance.”“We would’ve become him.”“Then maybe that’s what it takes.”She reached over and touched his hand.“No,” she said sof
The sea outside Dubrovnik was silent. A turquoise hush that stretched for miles.Cassian Blackthorne stood on the balcony of his marble villa, fingers wrapped around a glass of aged bourbon, his eyes fixed on the water.Not because it calmed him.But because it reminded him of Nova’s eyes.Storm and depth. Memory and consequence.He hated that.He hated her.Not because she defied him.But because she survived him.And because every time she showed her face on the news, every time she spoke in interviews or walked beside Liam Cavendish like she owned the empire she was born to burn, Cassian felt a crack inside the throne he had spent decades building.Now, that crack was a chasm.The world had turned.And he was no longer the king.He was the villain in exile.Hayes approached from behind, stiff in his tailored blazer.“We intercepted another press interview,” he said, tossing a folder on the table beside Cassian. “She’s calling us out indirectly again. Using words like corruption, fa
The world began to stir.Not because of the rising sun or the hum of city traffic, but because of a single scheduled post.At exactly 8:00 AM, every major news outlet, financial blog, and independent whistleblower platform received the same encrypted file.Subject line: “The Blackthorne-Leclerc Empire: Truth Unsealed.”Sender: E.V.Within moments, the media exploded.Nova sat beside Liam in their private media room, watching live broadcasts roll across the screen.“we’re seeing hundreds of leaked documents implicating billionaire Cassian Blackthorne and former industrialist Hugo Leclerc in a network of corruption, off-shore laundering, and political manipulation”“Elira Vaughn, the heiress-turned-investigator, has come forward with a full report…”“multiple arrests already underway in Geneva and Abu Dhabi”Liam muted the volume.Cassia giggled from her playpen, oblivious to the storm her parents had helped unleash.Nova didn’t blink.“We just set fire to a kingdom,” she whispered.Lia
Liam didn’t speak right away.He simply wrapped his arms tighter around Nova and waited.The words she had just spoken, She’s alive, hung heavy in the air between them, like ash from a slow-burning fire.They sat together in the quiet of the penthouse living room, the soft hum of the city bleeding through the glass walls. Cassia slept upstairs, oblivious to the shift in her mother’s world.Finally, Nova pulled back.“She was locked away, Liam. For years.”“Where?”“Vaughn Institute. Elira's own facility. She claims she helped her disappear... again.”Liam’s brows furrowed. “Disappeared from what? Who was chasing her?”Nova let out a breath. “My father. And possibly yours.”The weight of that landed hard.Liam stood and ran a hand through his hair, pacing.“Cassian didn’t mention her in the video.”“No. But he knew. I felt it, Liam. The way he looked at me when I asked. The guilt. He knew she wasn’t dead. He just chose not to say it.”Liam stopped pacing. “So what now? Do you believe E