Storm rain continued unabated the entire night through. It pounded against Killian's penthouse glass walls relentlessly, pounded out an insistent rhythm—nature mimicking the hurricane which abducted Elena. She stood opposite the windowpane with arms huddled over her head, fists drawn up in a small X on top of her head. Her head whirled round and round, a jigsaw puzzle of shattered memory and blinding shock. The more that filtered out, the deeper only the obsession grew. And worse—worst of all—it was causing her to doubt every single thing she ever thought she knew about Killian Graves.Silently behind her, the sound of footsteps. She didn't need to turn to know it was him."You're not speaking," Killian whispered softly, his voice a hum of humming velvet that surrounded her. "That's typically the precursor to screaming at me or fleeing."She didn't move. "I've seen the file, Killian. The whole report of what occurred that night my father was killed. The photographs. The money transfe
The boardroom soap opera had finally been lifted, but Sophia's threat circle still resonated in Elena's mind. Even as they rode the elevator down from the Graves Enterprises top floor, there was a strange silence between them. Not tense—but somber. Reflective. They had just emerged victorious from a war, but the wounds were fresh.Killian stood at her side, his spine rigid, his eyes locked on the descending elevator doors. His face didn't reveal much, but Elena knew—he was tired. Not really physically, maybe, but drained of emotion. For weeks, he'd battled on several fronts: defending his firm, defending Elena, dealing with betrayal by people he'd trusted. Now that Sophia had been eliminated—at least for the time being—there was room to breathe again.But breathing didn't come easily."I still feel like she's watching us," Elena whispered, breaking the silence.Killian's eyes cut to hers. "She probably is. People like Sophia don't just disappear. She'll try again, eventually.""So wha
The sun poured in through the penthouse high windows, sending slices of gold onto the marble floor. No warmth softened Elena's heart. Today.She perched at the end of the couch, back rigid, staring at the folder Sophia dropped. The proof was on the coffee table: voice messages, screenshots, photographs in front of her building. They all huddled around her with the single evil purpose: to bring down Killian and ruin the tiny relationship that was still intact.Killian strode the length of the living room behind her, phone against his ear, his expression grim."Get Jeremy to have the legal team work on it immediately. Get all the bugs tracked, inspect every device. And discover who installed those goddamn cameras in my office."His was a rough, commanding voice, but Elena could see the storm raging under. He was angry—and scared. She couldn't fault him. Their world was spinning out of control.He slammed the receiver down into its cradle, the silence between them still."She's trying to
Silence in Killian's penthouse was strangling.Elena leaned against floor-to-ceiling windows, eyes on city lights burning like hot stars. The tempest raging outside her mirrored the tempest inside her that had destroyed her from the inside out. Her fists were clenched at her hip, white knuckles, and Killian was at her back, ramrod straight, his eyes dark with rage and desperation."You should have told me," he growled, voice rough, husky.She swung slowly, swallowing the huge lump in her throat. "I couldn't. Not until I was sure.""You were sure enough to sneak behind my back and slip over to Victor DeLuca's?" Sadness crept into his voice, gruffer than she'd anticipated.Her eyes narrowed. "I did what I had to do to get some answers. You weren't going to give them to me.""I was trying to save you!" he snarled, closer to her now. "You think I had you in the dark because you weren't worth trusting? I had you in the dark because I didn't want you drawn in any further into this ghetto!
Elena sat at the end of Killian's black leather sofa, her own chest pounding as she glared at the plain, blank envelope in her hand. It had shown up an hour before—that is, been left on her doorstep by a hoodie-headed kid who'd left it and vanished before Killian's bodyguards could apprehend him.No message. No name. Just her brother's promise."Is it a trap?" she asked, her arms folded tightly over the flap. The contents were denser than paper—it was dense with judgment.Killian stood a few feet back, arms folded, jaw clenched. "Perhaps. That's why I already scanned for any tracking agents or poison."She raised an eyebrow. "Poison? Seriously?"He grinned wryly. "With Victor involved, you can't be too careful."But Elena did not open it. Not yet.Her fingers shook, not because of what was inside, but because of what it could break open. If this letter held the evidence Dante claimed it did—evidence of Victor's guilt—it could ruin everything. It could reveal what had been done to her
There was friction between them as Elena sat in Killian's penthouse, her arms crossed over her, looking at the gargantuan windows that sprawled out into the New York cityscape. There were lights on the city shining out in the distance, but she could feel only the heaviness of the truth crushing her over her chest."You knew," she finished finally, her voice cold and lethal. "You knew Dante was alive, and you never told me a word about it."Killian took slow breaths behind her. "I didn't know for certain, Elena. I speculated. There is a difference."She stood on her tiptoes, her face twisted with anger and hurt. "A difference? You could have followed the dead into the grave if you decided. But you never uttered a word. Why?"Killian advanced on her, his face stone-cold, the icy steel of his reserve surrounding his words. "Because I was not going to have you chasing ghosts unless I had a reason. And now I do."Her heart clung to those last words. "Evidence? Where is he?"Killian's ex
The skyline gave way to the glass windows of Elena's apartment, lights blinking like danger signals on the horizon. But within, the world held its breath. Too still. Elena sat on the edge of the sofa, phone tightly gripped in her hand, the black words scrawled on the screen:"You should be careful who you trust. Secrets leak faster than blood these days. – D"Dante.It shouldn't have hurt her so. She should have been desensitized once she learned from Killian that her brother was alive and in league with Victor. But she wasn't. She was sensitive. As if the skin had been flayed from her soul, and she was left with nerve endings that registered every shock of betrayal.Standing before her, Killian was quiet, jaw set, eyes icy. He hadn't uttered a word since she'd brought the message. That scared her more than anything. Killian never remained quiet for nothing."Something," she whispered.He ran his hand through his hair, tension in his frame so intense it seeped out around him. "He's ma
The click of heels on marble floors in Graves Enterprises rang down the hallway as Elena walked with cold determination, on purpose. Her blood still seethed from sparring with Sophia, and her body hummed with tension she had yet to release. The humiliation that preceded this seared her mind—Sophia standing up to her in public, laughing at her, trying to break her. And worse than that was Killian's silence.He'd said nothing. Not during the confrontation. Not since.She burst into the executive suite, ready to shove past his secretary and demand answers. But the suite was empty—except for him.Killian leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, fingers buried in his pockets, eyes gazing down into the city below."You're late," he murmured, as if the world wasn't on fire."You're not telling me anything," Elena snapped, the door slapping shut with a bitter click behind her. "Too quiet for a man who let his fiancée play with his… whatever the devil I am to you now."Slower, he turned, hi
The penthouse was too silent.Elena propped against the window, gazing out at city lights blurring behind raindrops that streamed down the glass. Each drop hit like a reminder of how shattered everything really was. Her own face glared back at her—tough on the outside, but in the midst of all of it, her own heart was disintegrating at the seams.Killian still had not come back.Since the battle with Graves Enterprises.She could still remember the tone of his voice—cold and detached as he addressed the board, but something had broken within his eyes when he looked back at the board and saw himself looking at her. As if all the walls he had carefully built up in him had started to break down.Elena composed herself, silk against waist from Killian close and restrictive. Collar still clung to it—a whisper of him in here—spice, danger, and some very attractive presence.It was difficult. It hurt to love him.The chime rang out. She was rigid. She did not inhale.Heavy foot. Turn of the k