LOGINAUTHOR’S NOTE
Okay… quick time-out. 😌 I saw a comment calling Kegan weak and I won’t lie, I clutched my chest a little because… excuse me? That’s my baby you’re talking about. Please be gentle. He’s already been through enough. 😭 But seriously, every character in this series has their own personality, and I’ve been very intentional about staying consistent with who they are. If you pay attention, you’ll notice they all read differently, think differently, and react differently, because they are different people. Masculinity is not one thing. It isn’t always dominance, control, violence, or emotional detachment. Sometimes masculinity is quiet. Sometimes it is restraint. Sometimes it is collapse. They are not meant to react the same way to pain, love, or loss. If they all behaved the same, we would just be reading the same man in different outfits. These past chapters are Kegan’s breaking point. It is very easy to label a character as “weak” when you finally see their lowest moment. But that doesn’t do Kegan justice, and it certainly doesn’t reflect reality. He is not weak. He is going through things, and those things shaped him differently from the other men in this series. Not everyone reacts to pain by becoming controlling or toxic. Not everyone responds with rage or dominance. That is Kegan. I like to keep my characters realistic, and realism means you won’t always see strength packaged as power. Sometimes you have to see them fall apart to understand them fully. So before writing Kegan off, remember this: You are reading a man at his lowest, not his entire worth. And yes, just like I warned in the beginning, when you’re reading this book, you’re inside his head. You’re seeing the thoughts, the guilt, and the things he never shows the world. The things that make him human. That makes it very easy to say, “oh, he’s weak,” when in reality, you’re just finally seeing where he bleeds. So no, Kegan isn’t weak at all. He’s going through stuff. They all do at some point. That said, if anyone else feels the same way, I’m genuinely curious 👀 because discussion is always welcome here. Just remember to be kind to my kid. I’m watching. From the shadows. Like a ninja. 🥷🏽😂 Now… let’s get back to the chaos. I need your opinions. 😁🤭 Xoxo.💚Hey guys, We’ve officially come to the end of Kegan & Estelle’s journey and I just want to say thank you. Thank you for sticking with these characters. Thank you for giving this story your time. If you’ve made it this far, I appreciate you more than you know. If you’ve commented before—whether on the main page or on previous chapters—I’d still really love for you to drop a comment here at the end. Final comments go a long way. And please, leave your reviews on the main page as they help new readers decide whether to start the book, and they genuinely encourage me more than you might think. Even one sentence makes a difference. Also, make sure you’re following me on I.G. @authorcommy. I post edits there, and I’ll be dropping a new one very soon. That’s usually where I share updates, snippets, and hints about what’s coming next. Now, I do want to say something briefly. It’s completely okay if a story isn’t for you. Not every book will resonate with everyone, and
Bonus Chapter Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ We’d been back three months, but every morning still felt like discovering something I’d thought was impossible. Estelle was sprawled across three-quarters of the bed, one leg thrown over mine, her hair everywhere. I extracted myself carefully—she’d murder me if I woke her before eight—and padded downstairs. Our home. The villa had been a place I kept things, a headquarters, somewhere to sleep between crises. Now it was where Estelle’s shoes ended up in random locations, where her design sketches covered the dining table, where the kitchen always smelled like her favorite meals. I’d turned into one of those pathetic married men I used to mock. I was completely fine with it. Coffee first. Then I’d deal with whatever crisis Marcel had texted me about at three AM. Something about a shipment and ‘complications’ which, in Marcel’s vocabulary, could mean anything from minor paperwork issues to someone actively shooting at him. A notificat
Epilogue Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ The next morning, true to his word, Kegan took me exploring. We put on actual clothes—a revolutionary concept—and he led me through paths I hadn’t known existed, past olive groves and wild rosemary, to the northern cliffs he’d mentioned. He was right. It was incredible. The cliffs dropped straight into impossibly blue water, tide pools dotted the rocks, and the whole thing felt like something from a postcard. “This is breathtaking,” I breathed. “Wait until you see the cave.” “There’s a cave?” “There’s always a cave.” He took my hand. “Come on.” He led me down a narrow path to where the cliffs opened into a sea cave—not deep, but enough to create this perfect little grotto where the water glowed turquoise and the walls echoed with the sound of waves. “Okay, this is officially the most romantic place I’ve ever been,” I said. “Good.” Kegan moved behind me, arms wrapping around my waist. “Because I’m about to make it significantly less romantic and
Chapter 142 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Kegan had rented an entire island. Not a resort with other guests we’d politely ignore or a villa with staff hovering discreetly in the background. An actual private island off the coast of Spain—some tiny dot in the Mediterranean that apparently belonged to a friend of a friend who owed him a favor. That favor, apparently, involved handing over the keys to paradise and disappearing for a month. We’d been here three weeks, and I was starting to forget what wearing clothes felt like. Reason being that the island had given my husband ideas. Lots of ideas. Creative, inventive, occasionally physics-defying ideas about what two people could do when given absolute privacy, tropical heat, and unlimited time. Currently, I was sprawled face-down on a daybed on our private beach, completely naked, with the Spanish sun baking my back and absolutely zero motivation to move. Ever. For any reason. “You’re going to burn,” Kegan said from somewhere
Chapter 141 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I am married. The thought was equal parts surreal and deeply, smugly satisfying. My wife. Mine legally, spiritually, and in front of two hundred witnesses who could testify to it. Said wife was currently across the courtyard, swallowed whole by a flock of women who had claimed her the second the ceremony ended, and I was standing here with a whiskey I hadn’t touched, staring at her like a complete idiot. Not a dangerous, feared, runs-an-empire kind of idiot. A lovestruck one. I was smiling so hard my face should’ve filed a formal complaint. My cheeks had to be seconds away from cramping, but I couldn’t feel it yet. Probably because I was running on pure adrenaline and whatever chemical cocktail the brain releases when you marry the love of your life. If someone poked me with a needle right now, I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t bleed. I’d just leak love. Possibly glitter. Definitely something embarrassingly soft. Russel would never let me
Chapter 140 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I was getting married in four hours, and I couldn’t find my left shoe. “It’s under the vanity,” Allesia said without looking up from where she was fastening Vivian’s necklace. “You kicked it there twenty minutes ago when you were panicking about your vows.” I dove under the vanity, emerged with the shoe, and immediately forgot why I’d needed it. “Was I panicking about my vows?” “You’ve been panicking about everything,” Millie said cheerfully from her position on the floor, where she was steaming the hem of my dress with surgical precision. “Which I find very entertaining, by the way.” “I’m glad my emotional breakdown is amusing you.” “It’s your wedding day. You’re allowed to panic.” Stacy appeared in the doorway with a champagne bottle and enough glasses for everyone. “In fact, I’d be concerned if you weren’t losing your mind right now.” Vivian and Millie had arrived at the villa at dawn with the dresses, makeup artists had invaded at eight, hair
Chapter 98 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Just as Reid reached the door, Kegan chuckled. “There goes the errand boy.” Reid stopped, turned with a furious glare and walked back to Kegan. “That’s it. I think you should leave now.” “Is that the only word in your vocabulary?” Kegan shook his head, unimpressed.
Chapter 104Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Needing a distraction, I let Reid pick me up at seven.“You look stunning,” he said, kissing my cheek with practiced affection that made me wince.“Thank you,” I managed, smoothing down the dress I’d chosen. It was a black silk that accentuated my curves, an impulse p
Chapter 102 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Melissa immediately rushed over, pulling tissues from somewhere, trying to stop the bleeding. “You need ice. And probably a hospital. Dylan, what the hell—” “Don’t,” I said quietly, pushing her hands away. “Just don’t, Melissa.” “But you’re bleeding—” “I don’
Chapter 101 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I woke up to the sound of a door slamming. Not just any door slam—it sounded like someone was about to die, and there was a very real possibility that someone was me. My head felt like it had been split open with an axe. My mouth tasted like I’d swallowed a car batt







