Leah woke to the sound of water dripping somewhere close. Her head throbbed, her vision blurred as she tried to lift it. For a moment, everything felt far away, like she was underwater. The smell of damp concrete filled her nose, mixed with something metallic, sharp, and heavy.Her hands were tied in front of her, not tightly, but enough to make her wrists ache. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dim light filtering through a single barred window. Her heart began to pound when the memory came back in flashes of the car, the masked man, the sudden pull, her phone slipping from her hand.Panic started to rise, but she forced herself to breathe. Panicking would get her nowhere. She needed to think, to stay calm. Nathan always told her that fear was a weapon if you knew how to use it. She just hoped he was looking for her now.The door creaked open slowly, and a soft light spilled into the room. Her body stiffened as a tall figure stepped in, wearing a dark coat and an expre
footsteps, the faint hum of her soft music, or her laughter echoing down the hall. Instead, there was silence. A thick, heavy kind of silence that pressed against the walls. He paused at the doorway, his instincts instantly alert. Something felt wrong.He called her name, No response. His voice echoed through the house like a ghost returning to an empty home. He set his keys on the table and walked deeper inside, his pulse growing louder with each step.The house was too neat. The living room spotless, her book still lying open on the couch, her scarf thrown carelessly on the armrest. But she wasn’t there. He moved to the bedroom, expecting to find her lying on the bed with her phone, but it was empty too.His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, hoping it was her, but the message on the screen froze him.Marcus: I hope you'll enjoy your afternoon.Nathan’s blood ran cold, he stared at the message, jaw tightening, heart thundering in his chest. He had warned her to stay away
“Promise me you’ll lay low and allow me to sort this out.”Nathan’s words still echoed in Leah’s mind long after he was gone. He had said them while holding her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers with the kind of desperation that came from fear. She had promised, nodding quietly even though a small voice inside her whispered that promises were fragile things.Now, she sat alone in the living room, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup, her thoughts restless. The curtains were half drawn, letting in streaks of soft afternoon light. Outside, the city hummed faintly, unaware of the battle unfolding in her heart.Her phone buzzed on the table. She reached for it without thinking, expecting it to be Nathan checking in. Instead, the name on the screen made her chest tighten.Marcus, for a long moment, she just stared at the name. The message preview sat beneath it like bait.We need to talk, no games this time. It’s about Nathan…..Her breath caught, she read the words twice, ma
Nathan came home before sunset, but the air that entered the house carried a storm. His silence was louder than shouting, his steps heavy against the marble floor. Leah was arranging the flowers in the vase when she heard the door slam. She turned, her heart tightening as she saw the wildness in his eyes.Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.“Nathan,” she whispered. “What happened?”He didn’t answer, he only walked toward her slowly, his gaze fixed on her like she had done something unforgivable. His breathing was sharp, his jaw locked tight. When he finally spoke, his voice was low but trembling.“What did you say to my father?”The question made her freeze, her mind raced back to the conversation with Edwardo that morning. She had only gone there to protect Nathan, to keep Marcus away, to stop another war from beginning. But she could see now, from the darkness in his eyes, that he had misunderstood everything.“I went to see him because….”“Because what?” he interrupted, his voice
“Your girl is doing too much,” Edwardo said quietly, his voice calm but carrying that edge that always meant danger. He didn’t even glance at Nathan at first, his gaze fixed on the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. The office smelled of tobacco, money, and fear…the three things that had built this empire.Nathan didn’t understand right away what his father meant, but the way he said your girl made his stomach twist. He already knew who Edwardo was talking about. Leah. And if his father was interested in her, it wasn’t good.“She went to see me yesterday,” Edwardo said finally, swirling the drink before taking a slow sip. “Beautiful woman. Brave too. A little naïve, though.”Nathan froze. “She what?”Edwardo smiled faintly, cold and smug. “She came here, uninvited. Said she wanted to make a deal. Imagine that your wife is standing right there, telling me to make Marcus go away. Tell me what to do, she must have loved you too much…son”Nathan’s heart dropped, he didn’t know if it
That night, he claimed her like never before. Then he reached for her, there was something desperate in the way he held her, something that felt almost like fear. His touch wasn’t rough this time, it was trembling, uncertain, as if he was trying to memorize every part of her before it slipped away.He kissed her not out of power or anger, but out of something deeper that neither of them could name. Every movement carried both passion and sorrow, as though he was holding onto a dream he was afraid to lose.Leah felt it too change in him. It wasn’t lust, It was longing. It was painful. It was a man fighting the only war he didn’t know how to win. She wrapped her arms around him, and for once, she didn’t resist.“Take as much as you want" Leah whispered before he lost himself in her. But what she didn’t tell him was that he was going to confront his father, Edwardo, the next day.Leah knew she was walking into the lion’s den, but she couldn’t sit still while Marcus circled around Nathan’