LOGINThe lake stretched like liquid glass under the afternoon sun, the water catching every golden thread of light and scattering it across the sky. At the estate, silence wrapped around the house, broken only by the faint whisper of wind through the trees and the distant caw of a crow. For the first time in years, Raven could breathe without interruption, without twins tumbling across the room, without schedules to chase, without the weight of a world outside pressing against her chest.She leaned against the frame of the sliding glass door, watching the water ripple. For three years, Jaxon had built her a sanctuary here, a fortress that smelled of cedar, leather, and the faint tang of lakewater, and now, with the twins gone to grandpa Jean for the weekend, the house felt impossibly vast, impossibly private, impossibly theirs.A shadow fell across her, long and familiar. Jaxon. His presence filled the room before he even spoke, like gravity pulling her attention. His gaze was steady, dark
The lake was glass that morning, calm, breathless, a perfect mirror of pale gold sunlight stretching across endless stillness. Mist drifted low like ghosts waking slowly. Raven stood on the wooden deck Jaxon had built just for her, one hand braced on the railing, the other holding a tiny sock that had once again mysteriously lost its partner.“Gabriella,” she called softly, a warning disguised in warmth. “Where did you put your brother’s sock?”A giggle answered from behind the sliding doors, sharp, mischievous, familiar. Raven turned, and the world softened instantly.On the plush lounge rug sat the twins, Gabriel and Gabriella Knight Morreau, dark-haired, sharp-eyed, beautiful little storms who had no idea they carried two different legacies in their blood: hers, of survival, and Jaxon’s… of power.Gabriella had the sock in her mouth again.Gabriel blinked up at Raven with those ice-blue eyes, Jaxon’s eyes, steady, assessing, calm even when surrounded by chaos. You knew though who w
A few weeks after the peopsal at Club Eden, Raven woke to a strange, sharp tug low in her abdomen, not quite pain, but pressure. Heavy, rhythmic, insistent. The kind that made the breath catch in her throat.She blinked, shifting in the warm cocoon of blankets. Rain whispered against the penthouse windows, the soft silver kind that made the city look washed clean. Jaxon slept beside her, one arm draped over her waist, his body curled protectively around her growing belly.Another tightening hit. This one sharper. Her breath hitched. “Jaxon…” Her voice was barely a whisper.He stirred instantly, he always did, a man whose instincts never slept. His hand slipped to her stomach, thumb brushing lightly across her skin.“Baby?” His voice was still thick with sleep. “Bad dream?”“No,” she whispered. “I… I think the babies are coming.”He shot upright so fast the mattress bounced. “What?” He flicked on the bedside lamp, golden light washing over them. “Raven, you’re only...”“Yes seven month
About three months later, Jaxon promised Raven a night out, some fun time before the twins came. He had something special planned for Raven that night, something he, Talia and his men had arranged for the woman who had stolen his heart and given him a reason beyond all reasons to be come a better Don.The night at Club Eden was warmer than Raven remembered, not the oppressive thrum of danger, but the hum of familiarity, a pulse that belonged to them now. She slipped her hand into Jaxon’s as they entered, heels clicking softly against the polished marble.The crowd parted slightly, whispers circling, but there was no fear, no tension, only reverence for the man who ruled the room, who now ruled her heart.Jaxon’s presence was lighter tonight, the predatory edge softened by the knowledge that the storm had passed. Evelyn’s shadow no longer lingered; her empire had crumbled into dust. For the first time in years, he smiled without calculation, the curve subtle but genuine, and Raven fel
The penthouse was silent in a way Raven wasn’t used to. Not the heavy, charged silence of danger, but something calmer, something finally breathing after holding itself tense for too long.Night stretched over the city below, the lights glittering like scattered glass. Raven sat curled on the wide velvet sofa, a blanket over her legs, her fingers nervously twisting the hem. Jean sat across from her, leaning back in Jaxon’s leather armchair like he belonged there.“He’ll be home soon,” Jean said quietly.Raven nodded, though her stomach remained in knots.Jean lifted a brow. “You’re worried.”“I’m… I’m not sure what I’m feeling,” she admitted.The truth was simple and terrifying: she knew Jaxon left to end it. Not just a conversation, not a warning, end it. Evelyn was the last piece of a poisoned legacy, and tonight, Jaxon had stripped that piece away.Jean exhaled slowly, rubbing his hands together. “My son is many things. Ruthless, controlled, efficient, but I know he will never come
Evelyn’s breaths came in ragged bursts, each inhale a gasp for control she no longer possessed. The vineyard stretched endlessly below the terrace, the rolling hills and cypress-lined lanes mocking her with their serenity. Once a symbol of power, now a cage. She was stripped bare, stripped of allies, finances, influence, everything.Jaxon stood a few paces away, calm, deliberate, an unrelenting shadow in black tailored precision. His presence was a storm contained, measured but devastating. Every step he took was deliberate, a predator closing the circle.“Mother-dear,” he said softly, a single syllable that carried decades of ice and fire. His hand rested lightly at his side, empty, yet it radiated the kind of authority that made men crumble. “Look at what’s left. Tell me, do you see it?”Evelyn’s gaze darted to the terrace’s edge, then to the guards at her side, trembling and useless. “You… you won’t...”“I already have,” he interrupted, cutting her off like a blade through silk. “E







