The city never truly slept. Even at this hour—long past midnight—New York hummed with life.Elena stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of Killian’s penthouse, watching the traffic snake through the streets below. It was almost hypnotic.Almost enough to distract her from the war that was about to unfold.Her reflection stared back at her—dark eyes filled with silent rage, lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t the same woman she had been weeks ago.Once, she had been nothing but a pawn in a world she didn’t understand.Now, she was playing the game.Behind her, the door clicked open.She didn’t need to turn to know it was Killian.His presence was like a shadow—dark, overwhelming, inescapable.“I thought you’d be asleep,” he murmured, stepping closer.Elena let out a quiet breath. “You and I both know that’s not happening.”Killian’s green eyes flickered as he leaned against the edge of the window beside her. His
BANG.The deafening crack of the gunshot sliced through the thick air, reverberating through the vast warehouse like a death knell.Elena’s world tilted.For a split second, everything stood still.Her breath caught in her throat. The acrid scent of gunpowder filled her lungs. The cold steel of a gun rested in her trembling hands.Then—A body slammed into hers.Her vision blurred as she hit the ground hard, the air ripping from her lungs.The weight on top of her was firm, solid—protective. She gasped, her fingers instinctively curling against the familiar warmth pressing her down.“Elena!”Killian’s voice was rough, taut with something dangerous.She blinked up at him, panic flooding her veins.That’s when she saw it—the blood.A dark crimson stain was rapidly soaking through his crisp white shirt, spreading from his shoulder.Her stomach dropped.The bullet had been meant for her.But Killian—He had taken i
Elena stepped into Graves Enterprises, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floors. The air inside the towering skyscraper was thick with authority, power, and the unmistakable presence of Killian Graves.She had spent the entire night strategizing her next move, mapping out ways to take him down, piece by piece. Yet now, standing here, she felt his presence before she even saw him.A shiver danced along her spine.Then, a deep voice cut through the silence."Ms. Black."She turned slowly.Killian stood near the elevator, his broad frame clad in an impeccably tailored black suit. His silver cufflinks gleamed under the bright lobby lights, but it was his storm-gray eyes that held her captive—piercing, cold, and calculating.A slow, almost lazy smirk tugged at his lips. Dangerous. Intoxicating."Mr. Graves," Elena greeted coolly, forcing a polite smile.His eyes flickered with amusement. "How interesting. You’re back at work a
Elena Romano had always known that revenge was a patient game. But tonight, she wasn’t going to be patient. Tonight, she would step into the lion’s den and remind Killian Graves exactly who he had underestimated.Standing before the mirror in her penthouse, she slid her hands over the silk of her deep crimson gown. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the dangerously high slit revealing just enough to be tempting. The plunging neckline and open back left little to the imagination—but that was the point.If Killian thought he could parade his engagement in front of her and she would simply watch, he was dead wrong.A knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned to see Elias Carter, the man she had chosen as her perfect distraction for the night.“Damn, Raven.” His voice held appreciation as his sharp gaze raked over her. “You do know that showing up like this will drive him insane, right?”She smirked. “That’s exactly what I want.”E
The heavy door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the dimly lit penthouse suite.Elena’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she turned to face the man who had just locked them inside. Killian stood in front of the door, his broad frame blocking any exit, his dark eyes burning with uncontrolled fury."You think this is a game, sweetheart?" His voice was low, dangerously calm—the calm before a storm.Elena crossed her arms, refusing to be intimidated. "Everything is a game to you, Killian. I’m just playing by your rules."A smirk tugged at his lips, but there was no amusement in his eyes. In a flash, he closed the distance between them, backing her against the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights flickered behind him, but all she could focus on was the sheer power radiating off him."You wanted my attention?" he murmured, his breath ghosting over her lips. "Now you have all of it."Elena refused to look away. "And what are you going to do with
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Killian’s penthouse, casting a golden glow over the silk sheets that wrapped around Elena. She stirred, her body aching from the emotional and physical battle of the previous night. As her mind cleared, realization hit—she wasn’t in her own room.Her breath hitched.She pushed herself up, finding herself alone in the massive bed. The air smelled of Killian—his intoxicating cologne lingering in the sheets. Panic surged through her.Before she could scramble out of bed, the door creaked open.Killian.Dressed only in black sweatpants, his sculpted chest bare, he leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her with a smirk. His dark eyes roamed over her, taking in the way the sheet clung to her curves."Leaving so soon?" His voice was rough from sleep, yet sharp with amusement.Elena's fingers clenched the sheets. "How did I get here?"Killian strolled closer, the air between them thickening w
Elena woke up with a heavy weight against her body. Warm. Possessive. Unyielding.Killian.Her eyes fluttered open, finding herself tangled in his embrace. His arm was draped over her waist, his grip firm even in sleep, as if he feared she would slip away. The events of the previous night burned in her mind—his hands, his lips, the way he had claimed her as if he owned every inch of her.Her heart hammered in her chest. This wasn’t part of the plan.She had promised herself she would use him, seduce him, make him believe he held the power—only to shatter him in the end. But now, she was the one caught in his web.Carefully, she shifted beneath his grip, attempting to slip out of bed without waking him. Killian stirred slightly but didn’t wake. She exhaled in relief, sliding out from under the covers and grabbing her discarded dress. She needed space. She needed clarity.But as she stepped into the bathroom, her breath hitched.A message was scrawled
The night was thick with tension, the air suffocating in its stillness. Killian stood in front of the massive screen in his private office, his jaw clenched as the video played.Dante was on his knees, his face swollen and bloodied, his hands bound behind his back. The dim lighting of the warehouse cast eerie shadows over his features, making him look almost unrecognizable.Then, a familiar voice—deep, cold, and full of malice—cut through the silence."If you want him alive, come alone. No security. No tricks."The message ended, leaving only darkness on the screen.Elena’s heart pounded as she turned to Killian, her throat dry. His face remained unreadable, but she could feel the storm raging beneath the surface."Victor isn’t stupid," she murmured, breaking the silence. "He knows you’ll come for Dante, and he’ll use it to take you down."Killian exhaled sharply, tilting his head as he studied the frozen frame of Dante’s battered face."Of cours
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
The penthouse was darkened, city lights pouring through the wide windows like ghosts across the shining marble floor. Elena leaned in the doorway of the living room, arms wrapped around her torso as she gazed down at the city. There was unspoken tension between her and Killian, brimming with everything left unsaid.He stood behind her, icy and unyielding."You ran from me," he breathed, his voice low and controlled—too controlled."I needed room," she replied without turning around. "You know, I was having a lot of difficulty breathing after all that drama with Sophia."Killian took a slow step forward."So you ran. Again."Elena finally whirled, their eyes locking."And what would you have done?" she snarled. "Stayed? Slept with someone who had lied to you? Lied to herself?" Her voice trembled with the passion radiating from her."I would have made you say the truth," Killian growled. "I would have made you face it—to face me. But you fled, like you always do."She winced at the accu
Elena sat cross-legged on her apartment floor, lights out, the city glow casting long shadows on the glass windows. The flash drive nestled in her palm like a hot wire—unobtrusive, small, and quiet, but heavy with her history. The questions she'd been searching for for years. The answers she never thought Killian would provide.Her computer sat with the lid up on the small coffee table, the cursor flashing in time with the beat of her heart.She wasn't ready.She never could be.Her eyes shut. She inserted the flash drive. The screen sprang to life, folders standing at precise attention, titles in Killian's neat, painstaking script: Bank Transfers. Contracts. Victor. My Father. Yours.Elena opened the last one.They came out slowly, one at a time: letters, bank statements, deeds to property. And in the center—a scanned letter that had been sent almost twelve years earlier. Her father's handwriting, so recognizable in all the years.She moved closer."Killian—If you are reading this,
Elena rode alone in the rear of the black sedan, city lights streaking past her face like ghosts from the other side of the world. Her fist was locked around the waistband of her dress, gathering the satin into her hand as if she could shake the fear out of her body. Killian's words from weeks ago still rang through her mind, hungry and on repeat:"You still think you can handle me, Elena? The fact is, I won already."She loathed the way it made her feel—how his voice alone could make her loosen her grip on her knees and muffle her heart in a stutter. Loathed the way his mere presence in the same room left her responding with shaking nerves and ragged breath.The car skidded rabidly before her penthouse. Her driver opened the door and got out, and she remained seated, disregarding the banding across her chest. She needed to concentrate. Killian's last move hadn't been a move of control—it had been a move of intimidation. He'd wanted her to feel trapped.And God have mercy on her, it w
The enmity between them had boiled over, but their final encounter had solidified into strained peace. Elena had never been sundered so completely. Dangling over an abyss, she had teetered between past and future, love and obligation, the man who had ruined her and the one who could restore her—or destroy her completely.She paced the hotel suite in agitated circles, unable not to tear apart each sentence, each touch they shared. On the streets, the city churned gray beneath the streetlights, its body still intact and oblivious to the storm brewing just below her skin.Sophia's, Dante's, all colliding into one another made her ill. How was she ever going to pull it off? How was she ever going to be able to trust another human being in her life?Her coffee table phone called, breaking up her dizzily spinning thoughts. She didn't stir, lost a beat. She answered, not that she cared what the caller was. It showed private number on the screen.She breathed, her chest expanding."Hello?" Sh