LOGINDAMIEN POVThe car swerved violently across the highway. Tossing me across the seat hitting my back on the car door.Marcus cursed under his breath, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other pressed against his bleeding arm. The tires screeched against the asphalt as another bullet shattered the rear windshield.Glass exploded across my suit. But it didn't pierce.“Get down!” Marcus barked. I pulled open the compartment below the seat. It has been there for ages. It finally got useful today. I pulled the case out hurriedly assembling the rifle as the car hit its final momentum and stopped. The engine is still running.The black SUV behind us accelerated, headlights blinding through the broken glass. Two bikes appeared from the opposite lane, engines roaring like predators closing in for a kill. These are professionally organized. Not some random thugs preying on rich people. This one's here for a mission. To kill.I narrowed my eyes. Deluca never used bikes. Neither does m
DAMIEN POV I had to let go. I don't know why I did it. I can't keep holding on when her life is on the line.The hurt in her eyes and her voice when I got out of the car. The hurt in her voice when she talks to Emily and that stupid pest.I might keep her at arm's length for now but that doesn't mean I'm letting go. I can never let go.She is mine and I will claim what is mine as soon as the chaos is over.I am not usually the man to hurt the one he loves to save the world. I will burn the world down for her. But I don't have the courage anymore.Emily's mother's death took a lot from me than I can imagine.And one of the ghosts of that time just rose again and I can feel his watchful eyes even in my sleep.The campaign was a success. It would have been better if I were engaged to the love of my life, but I have to take it a step at a time.Isabella’s strategy seems really efficient. I have gotten several deals from across the country just because I announced our engagement.She will
LEAH'S POV I don't know what forbidden romance will cost me but I guess one of them is irrational behavior.I just told a man that I'm sure as hell is attracted to me to stare at me. Now all he does is stare at my face politely. And a few glances at my boobs.Men!We walked out of the elevator to an open space. My jaw almost drops. This place is heaven — and heaven is an understatement.How much money was put into this place? And this is just for Emily?He loves his daughter so much. I can only wish Victor had come close. But that's impossible.I was carried away by the scenery but was jolted back by Ethan's light squeeze on my hand.The rooftop is exactly what Emily described that morning with her papers spread across the living room floor. Fairy lights everywhere — not sparse, not subtle, everywhere — strung between posts and draped along the railings until the whole space glows warm and gold. Round tables dressed in white. Fresh flowers in the center of each one, pale pink and ivo
LEAH'S POV Did I seriously just get played? I was taken advantage of by my best friend's father. My head keeps spiraling at the barrage of questions.The well-ventilated bathroom starts to tighten, the room spinning. The air conditioner makes me sick and really nauseous.I rushed to the tap, running water over my wrist. The same old trick. But this time it didn't work.I stumble backwards till my back hits the next door. I sniffle in silence. I swallowed the overwhelming emotions rising in my chest.“Leah… Leah… Leah…” It's fine, it's very okay.“Everything is falling into place for you. Your mom just got a sweet man as a lover, your sister will get a college scholarship, your best friend will own this big mall… and you… " You…” My heart sinks as I stare at my horrible reflection in the mirror. Am I that ugly?Am I that easily replaceable? I thought he asked me to leave his house because he was angry and jealous. He actually asked me to leave because he has a fiancée. I don't think
LEAH'S POV He breaks the kiss briefly, resting his head on mine, I am now on his lap.He starts breathing heavily. And whimpering slightly.“Baby….?” I call, raising his head to look at me.“Talk to me… please, your silence, not so possessive touches are killing me.” I try talking him out of whatever is wrong.He signs, “I will be fine… whatever it is, do not jump to conclusions… please”He says, with a hint of finality in his voice, like he is dropping a conversation. He dropped me off his lap then he turned to get out of the car.Just like that. Why is he treating me like we are about to break up finally? My delusional ass refuses to accept we broke up even though we were never together.I manage to step out of the car. A foot at a time, each one feels like I'm walking on a nail. Or simply walking with my pain behind my legs. Thinking back at the enthusiastic thought and expectation I had with the Intensity of the text. I feel so stupid. Like idiotic stupid.Maybe I was an idiot th
LEAH'S POV I averted my gaze as soon as I saw them. Suddenly I realized the building was beautiful.The venue is a converted waterfront warehouse on Biscayne Bay. From the outside, it doesn't look much like a standard Miami building. It has been transformed. The warm amber light spills from every window. It will be a beautiful sight to behold at night. I can imagine the amber light spills from every window, casting a golden reflection across the dark water beside it. It is beautiful but I bet it will be gorgeous at night.A red carpet runs from the valet drop, to the entrance. I wonder why Ethan didn't take that route. We were standing in a little building just outside the main building. It's linked, but not the red-carpet way. I kept on staring, keeping my mind as blank as possible to distract myself from the lovey couples.Ethan grabbed my hands, squeezing them gently. He jolted me back to reality.“You seem distracted, is everything okay?” He asks, leaning down to whisper in my
LEAH POVI wake up way before the alarm, my heart pounding like it's trying to escape my chest. Ugh, why am I like this?The room's still pitch dark, but the clock's glowing 6:12 a.m. It's that dinner with Ethan tonight. My gut twists just thinking about it, all knotted up with excitement and this
LEAH POV The alarm goes off at 5:45 a.m., sharp and unforgiving. I slap it silently then lie there for a minute staring at the ceiling crack that’s been there since I was twelve. My body feels heavy, like it’s carrying yesterday’s yelling and broken glass in every muscle. But the apartment is qu
Leah POV I step inside and close the door behind me, leaning against it for a second as the lock clicks into place. I can hear Emily and Damien going down the stairs, They must have waited until they knew I was safely inside before they left. The thought settles in my chest like something warm and
DAMIEN POVHe answers on the first ring. “Mr. Cross? Is there anything you need?”“Marcus,” I say, my voice low. “I need you to handle two things for me. Tonight, with no delays.”“Always, sir. Go ahead,” Marcus responds.“First: Victor Hayes, he's Leah's father. I want full 24-hour surveillance on







