LOGINChapter 180The hum of the surveillance equipment provided a low, mechanical heartbeat to the room. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, my reflection a pale ghost against the backdrop of the city lights. Jasper was reclined in a velvet armchair, sipping tea with an unnerving calmness, while Nikolai paced the perimeter like a restless wolf. On the main monitor, the feed from Volkov’s penthouse played on a loop, his rage, the shattered cognac bottle, the feral look in his eyes as he roared into his intercom."Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my silk robe to hide the tremor. "He looks... he looks like he’s ready to tear the world apart.""What do you see on that footage, Aurora?" Jasper asked, not even bothering to look up from his cup."It's Evelyn," I gritted out, the name feeling like a shield I was losing the right to carry."Your marriage certificate says otherwise, Mrs. Kitonio," he countere
Chapter 179The ceramic basin was cold, but the water Viktor Volkov ran over his knuckles was freezing. He watched the pinkish swirl vanish down the drain, remnants of a man who had dared to lie to him earlier that afternoon. He didn't use a towel; he let the water drip onto the marble floor, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap that filled the silence of the penthouse.He moved to the nightstand, his fingers closing around a bottle of vintage cognac. He didn't bother with a glass. The burn of the alcohol hit the back of his throat, but it couldn't touch the cold irritation settled in his chest."Rai Kirov," he muttered, a dark, jagged smirk pulling at his lips. "Did you really think I was that blind, Evelyn? Did you really think you could play the ghost and I wouldn't recognize the haunt?"He took another long pull from the bottle. He had known the moment she asked, How are you still alive? Rai Kirov wouldn't have cared. Rai Kirov wouldn't have had that specific tremor of terrified hope in her voi
Chapter 178The door hadn't even fully latched behind Jasper before the air between Nikolai and me turned poisonous. My brother, the boy I had played with in the sprawling gardens of a life that felt like a past incarnation stood there looking like a ghost that had learned how to kill."You abandoned us!" I shrieked, the leather straps creaking as I strained toward him. "The Prokofiev legacy, our name, our blood, you let it all be burned to the ground while you played dead!"Nikolai let out a harsh, jagged laugh, pacing the perimeter of my chair like a caged wolf. "Legacy? That’s rich, Evelyn. Or should I call you Rai? I thought you spent your entire life trying to scrub the Prokofiev scent off your skin. Now you’re the guardian of the heritage?""I am the only one left who isn't a lapdog for a Kitonio!""You think this was a choice?" Nikolai roared, spinning on his heel to face me, his eyes bloodshot and haunted. "I watched them die, Evelyn. One by one. Sergei… Mikhail… Yuri… they d
Chapter 177"That was exactly what I was trying to do, Jasper! Didn’t your precious research show you that?" I thundered the words, my voice cracking under the weight of my rage. I lunged against the leather straps, ignoring the way they bit into my wrists, ignoring the fire spreading from the wound in my back. I wanted to wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze until his smug expression turned blue.Jasper didn't even flinch. He didn't blink. He just sat there in that velvet chair, crossing one expensive leg over the other, the picture of absolute, terrifying serenity."By playing Rai Kirov?" He tilted his head, his voice a cool splash of water on my burning skin. "Please, Evelyn. You may be many things, a liar, a survivor, a tragic heroine but you aren’t a coward. And only cowards hide behind a mask to attack. Just look at Yamelyan; he spent years playing Caleb Knight, even a chef and a nanny and look where that caution got him. It’s a loser’s game.""I did what I had to do
Chapter 176The shadow moved closer, the flickering lightbulb casting jagged patterns across a face I had buried under a thousand layers of trauma and new identities.My breath hitching, I felt the phantom weight of old textbooks and the scent of cheap university coffee. The man standing before me wasn't a memory; he was a breathing, lethal contradiction to everything I knew about my past."Jasper Kitonio?" I blurted out, the name tasting like ash and disbelief. I shouted it, my voice echoing off the damp concrete walls, desperate to shatter the nightmare. This was the boy who sat in the back of the lecture hall. The one who struggled with basic macroeconomics. The one we all thought would fade into some middle-management oblivion."Yes, Aurora," he said, his voice smooth as aged bourbon, devoid of the stutter he’d had at twenty. "The one and only.""But..." I shook my head, the movement sending a flare of agony through my neck. "How? Jasper, you... you were...""What?" He stepped f
Chapter 175The world was not gray. It was a blinding, sterile white that burned the back of my eyelids. I was running, my feet hitting a floor that felt like glass, smooth and unnervingly cold."Leo! Luna!" I screamed, my voice echoing back at me, multi-layered and hollow.They were right there. Standing just twenty paces ahead. Leo was holding Luna’s hand, his small back straight, his shoulders squared in that protective way he always had. They were walking toward a horizon that didn't exist."Stop! Please, stop! Mommy’s here! I’m right behind you!"I lunged forward, my fingers inches from the hem of Luna’s pink jacket. But the harder I pushed, the further the floor stretched. It was an accordion of space and time, mocking me. They didn't turn. They didn't even flinch at the sound of my voice."Leo, please! Look at me!"I tripped, falling onto the glass, and as I reached out one last time, a jagged bolt of lightning, pure, white-hot agony shot through my spine. The white shattere
Chapter 19Evelyn’s POVNew York doesn’t forgive.It remembers.It remembers every empire that rose too fast.Every king who mistook momentum for permanence.Every man who believed the skyline belonged to him simply because his name was once etched into glass.The city greets me the same way it alw
Chapter 17Caleb’s POVGrief is supposed to hollow you out.That’s what the therapists say. That’s what the self-help books promise that eventually, the pain fades into an echo and you learn how to live around it.They were wrong.Grief didn’t empty me. It sharpened me.It turned every nerve in my
Chapter 21Caleb’s POVI am not supposed to be here.That thought repeats itself as the elevator ascends, each floor ticking past like a countdown to execution.Sterling Global.New York Headquarters.First official board session under Chairwoman Evelyn Sterling.Her name is everywhere now.On scre
Chapter 20Caleb’s POVDead people aren’t supposed to walk.They aren’t supposed to glide across marble floors in couture and diamonds, laughter trailing behind them like a weapon.They aren’t supposed to command a room without saying a word.They aren’t supposed to look at you like you’re the ghos







