LOGINEmily’s POVThe silence in the bedroom was suffocating, broken only by the ragged sound of my own breathing."Daniel?" I whispered, my throat completely dry as I clutched the white sheet to my chest. "What do you mean he never showed up at Leo's? Marcus drove him there at six o'clock last night!"Daniel didn't answer me right away. He threw back the covers, completely naked and moving with terrifying, lethal speed as he grabbed his dark trousers from the floor and pulled them on. His face looked like it had been carved out of cold marble, every muscle in his shoulders pulled tight like steel wire."Get dressed," Daniel barked, snatching his black dress shirt off the chair and shoving his arms into the sleeves. "Now, Emily."My hands were shaking so badly I could barely pull my oversized sweater over my head. I stepped into my leggings, didn't even bother with socks, and shoved my bare feet into my sneakers while Daniel dialed Maya on speakerphone."Status," Daniel snapped into the pho
Emily’s POVThe Maybach rolled silently through the heavy iron gates of the Greenwich estate, crunching over the gravel driveway until Thomas brought the car to a smooth stop at the front steps."Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Walker, Miss Emily," Thomas said politely, stepping out to open my door."Thanks, Thomas," I smiled, gathering the heavy skirt of my midnight-black velvet gown as Daniel stepped around the car, wrapping a warm, protective arm around my waist.The moment we pushed open the double oak doors into the grand foyer, I froze.The entire mansion was dead quiet. No video games blasting from the living room, no clattering pots from Chef Pierre’s kitchen, and no security guards patrolling the halls."Daniel?" I whispered, looking around the dimly lit foyer. "Where is everybody?""I gave the entire staff the night off," Daniel purred low in my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin. "And Julian won't be back from Leo’s sleepover until noon tomorrow. For the next fourteen hours
Emily’s POV"Thomas," Daniel said into the Maybach's intercom, his voice smooth and commanding. "Make a stop at the Fifth Avenue showroom before we hit The Grand Carlton.""Right away, Mr. Walker," Thomas replied smoothly.I looked down at my fitted cream sweater and dark denim jeans, then back at Daniel's tailored charcoal suit. "Daniel? We’re already running on time. Why are we stopping at Fifth Avenue?"Daniel turned his silver eyes toward me, a slow, dangerous smirk playing on his lips. He reached across the leather seats, taking my hand and lacing his calloused fingers with mine."My ex-wife and your pathetic new step-father think they invited us to a power play," Daniel murmured, his raspy voice dropping an octave as he raised my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles soft and lingering. "You are not walking into that restaurant looking like a finance student who just finished a study group, little bird. You are walking in looking like the future mistress of the Walker empire."T
Emily’s POV"He’s not actually smiling, right?" Julian whispered, slowly backing away from the white leather sofa like his dad was a live bomb about to detonate. "Mom, why is Dad smiling like that?""It’s his scary billionaire face, buddy," I whispered back, my own heart hammering against my ribs.Daniel set the TV remote down on the marble coffee table with a tiny, terrifyingly soft clack. He reached out, took his mug of hot chocolate, and took a calm, measured sip like his ex-wife hadn't just married his sworn corporate enemy on national television."Julian," Daniel said, his voice terrifyingly smooth. "Go upstairs and finish your Star Wars Lego set.""Are we going to war, Dad?" Julian asked, his eyes wide."No, son," Daniel rasped out, his dark silver eyes flashing with icy amusement. "We are going to let them celebrate for about twelve hours before I strip them of every asset they own. Now go to bed.""Okay!" Julian scrambled off the rug, grabbing his giant plush dragon and sprint
Emily’s POV"Call Grace," Daniel repeated to Maya, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly quiet tone he used when he was about to ruin someone's entire corporate life. "Tell her I want Adrian’s bail terms audited before the sun comes up tomorrow.""Right away, Mr. Walker," Maya said, stepping back into the security office and pulling out her encrypted phone.The mood in the grand foyer had gone from warm and cozy to colder than a Greenwich winter in about three seconds. The white cardboard box containing Adrian's twelve red roses sat on the entryway table like a biohazard.Julian looked up from his giant plush dragon, his sharp little brow furrowing as he looked back and forth between his father and me. "Is Adrian coming back here?""No, buddy," I said quickly, forcing a soft, reassuring smile onto my face as I squeezed his hand. "He's just being an annoying bug. Why don't you take the dragon upstairs and show Chef Pierre your prize tickets before dinner?""Okay," Julian muttered,
Emily’s POV"Dad! Emily! Hurry up!" Julian shouted from the bottom of the grand staircase, his voice echoing through the foyer. "If we don't leave right now, all the good prize machines are going to be taken!""We're coming, Julian!" I called back, quickly pulling my hair up into a high ponytail.I turned back to the bedroom mirror, smoothing down my fitted cream sweater and dark denim jeans. Before I could grab my purse from the dresser, two large, warm hands slid around my waist from behind.Daniel pulled me back against his chest, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He smelled like expensive cologne and fresh mint, and his broad chest felt solid and warm through his dark wool sweater."I am officially scheduling a staycation," Daniel growled low in my ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver straight down my spine. "A full weekend at my private cabin in Aspen. Just you, me, locked doors, and no twelve-year-old pounding on the wood at eight in the morning."I giggled, resting m







