LOGINGAVINMy nails dug deep into my palms as I paced back and forth across my office. I could already feel the sting where my nails had injured the skin on my palm, but I didn’t care. I welcomed the pain because it was something I could focus on, compared to the anger I felt inside.I had never felt this powerless in my entire life.Six fucking years.Six years of my life poured into this case; all the sacrifices, lies, isolation, and now it has come down to this? Using her? Turning the one person who actually made me… feel something into a goddamn asset?I slammed my fist into my desk so hard the entire table shook with a loud crack that echoed around the room just as my office door opened.“Whoa… whoa, Gavin!” Joe rushed in, eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to break your hand?”He hovered near me, obviously scared to touch me in case I swung at him next.I shut my eyes and tried to control my breathing, but it came out fast and harsh. My heart was pounding so hard
GAVIN“We need eyes and ears everywhere at Dalton Wealth’s campaign kickoff party,” I announced, standing at the front of the briefing room.Seven seasoned field agents sat around the long table, watching me intently as I laid out the plan for the high-profile event happening in one week.“This is our best shot,” I continued, gripping the edge of the podium. “The Rossis are almost certain to attend. We cannot afford a single mistake. So observe everything—who they talk to, what they say, any signals. This could finally give us the break we’ve been waiting for.”A few agents nodded. Everyone definitely understood what this meant and how critical it was. “Kline, Walker, and Ramirez, you three will be with me inside. You need to dress appropriately, blend in perfectly, and keep your covers airtight. We observe, we listen, and we document. No playing hero. Understood?”“Yes, sir,” they replied in unison.The door suddenly opened, and a junior agent poked his head in. “Agent Thorne, the D
MELANIEI scrambled up from the pavement like there was fire on my ass, my heart racing as I wet my swollen lips with my tongue. Derek rose beside me, breathing hard, one hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck like he didn’t know what to do with himself.“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?” Dalton growled through gritted teeth, glaring from me to Derek and back again. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Melanie, and I found you out here… doing this?”“Dad,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my pulse was racing, “Meet my friend, Derek.”Derek stepped forward politely. “Good evening, Mr. Wealth.”My father completely ignored the greeting. His eyes narrowed on his face in recognition. “Isn’t this the clumsy server who caused that scene inside?”I rolled my eyes at him. “He's Eva's brother, and it wasn’t his fault. Reynold was the one who—”“Enough!” Dalton snapped, cutting me off. “Get back inside. Now!”I stared at him like he had suddenly gone
MELANIEThe night air brushed against my skin the second I stepped outside. It was cooler than I expected, sending goosebumps all over my body, making me shiver. I gathered the hem of my dress in one hand and walked faster across the manicured lawn, my heels sinking slightly into the grass as I scanned the area for Derek.He couldn’t have gone too far so soon.I finally spotted him sitting by the side of the building, away from the bright lights and noise of the party. He was alone, his head tilted back, staring up at the stars, completely lost in thought.I approached him quietly, careful not to trip in these ridiculous heels and fall on my face. “I didn’t know you were an astrophile,” I teased him.Derek jerked his head toward me, obviously not expecting anyone. When he saw it was me, his face softened into that warm smile that always made my chest feel a little lighter.“Mel… what are you doing out here?” he asked, sounding genuinely happy to see me.“I saw you leave,” I said, gat
MELANIEWhat the hell was Derek doing here?I blinked several times, staring at him. "Derek?”He looked past Reynold, his eyes widening as they landed on me, before a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, like he was embarrassed. “Why the fuck are you so clumsy, Derek?” Reynold spat, his voice dripping with hate. “How hard is it to serve a damn drink?”Derek’s face hardened, but he didn’t say anything. He simply bent down and started picking up the broken glass. I immediately shrugged Reynold’s hand off my arm and bent down to help.I heard a loud gasp behind me, probably from my father, but I didn’t give a shit, let him have a heart attack. I guess he would call this ‘inappropriate behavior.’ I wasn’t about to stand there like a princess, leaving Derek to clean up alone when it was obviously Reynold's fault for bumping into him.Derek quickly caught my wrist before I could touch a shard. “Don’t, Mel. I’ve got it,” he said softly, offering me a small, sad smile that tugged at somethi
MELANIEI stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room and let out a long, tired sigh.I looked like a fraud.The mint green dress hugged every curve like it had been sewn on my body, accentuating my breasts, hugging my waist, and making my ass look way bigger than it was. The thigh-high slit showed just enough leg, and the single long sleeve hid most of my tattoos. I guess this was what my father wanted. I looked elegant and poised, like the perfect daughter of a rising senatorial candidate. And I fucking hated it.I picked up my favorite berry lipstick and applied it, smacking my lips together, and giving myself one last look in the mirror, before grabbing my purse and heading downstairs, feeling like I was walking to my own execution.Eva had called me several times last night, but I didn’t pick up. I wasn’t ready to forgive her, and I also wasn't ready to admit the fact that she was right.For fuck sake, I was attending this event as a political prop for my father, who wa







