تسجيل الدخولSimon POV The tablet hit the desk harder than it should have. She stood frozen on the other side of the study, hands still hovering in the air like she wasn’t sure whether to reach for it or pretend she had not heard anything at all. Her hair was still damp from the storm outside. A few strands clung to her cheek. I closed the door behind me. I let my eyes drop to the tablet on the desk. The screen was still lit with a paused audio waveform. I recognized the recordings immediately and my heart skipped as the words replayed in my own ears: If the girl talks, we quietly erase the problem. Ciara was never supposed to hear this. Her fingers twitched near the edge of the desk. She didn’t touch the tablet again. Smart girl. “Find something interesting, wife?” I asked. She flinched, and her eyes flicked to mine for half a second before dropping again. I stepped further inside. “I didn’t know you were recording conversations,” I said lightly, letting my gaze drift to the tablet aga
Ciara's POV “I don’t know.” Cain’s tone was flat. “Could be. Could be someone who looks like her.” Cain’s grip tightened on the phone until his knuckles went white. His thumb hovered over the screen, but he didn’t swipe. He just stared at the image. The unknown number above the photo had no name attached. He set the phone down slowly, then dragged both hands through his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. I stepped closer until our bodies nearly touched. I could feel the way his muscles stayed locked tight, like he was fighting the urge to do something violent. “If that’s really her,” I whispered, “then Simon was right about one thing. You dragged her into this.” Cain’s head snapped toward me. “I didn’t drag anyone. She came to me just like you keep fucking doing even when you know better.” That was so blunt and it hurts. I flinched but didn’t back away. Instead, I lifted my chin and held his stare. “You’re going to get me killed one day,” I said softly. “Are
Ciara's POV The power went out right after Simon slammed the study door behind me. Thunder cracked overhead like the damn house itself was splitting open. I stood in my room, my chest still heaving from the fight. My hands shook as I wiped my face and put on a hoodie over what I already had on. I needed air. Space. Anything that wasn’t Simon's calm voice telling me how he was going to fix us. I ended up in Cain's garage. Rain hammered the windows so hard it sounded like stones and darkness swallowed everything the second the lights died. I backed up until my spine hit the wall, trying to steady my breathing. The door creaked open as lightning flashed and lit up Cain’s silhouette. Tall. Shoulders tense. Water was already dripping from his hair like he’d been outside looking for something. Or someone. “Ciara.” He stepped inside and shut the door. Then he stopped moving and I didn't move either. “You should be in bed,” he said. His voice came out rough. “So should you.” I
Ciara's POV After Cain left, I found Simon in the study with the lights low. He sat there with his sleeves rolled up, and glass in his hand. When I stepped inside he didn’t look surprised. He just watched me close the door with that new calm of his. I stood near the entrance, my arms crossed tight over my chest. My dress still carried the faint scent of Cain. “Tell me about Jess,” I said. Simon leaned back in his chair. He studied me for a long second, then gestured toward the seat across from him. I didn’t take it. He shrugged, then took a slow sip from his glass. “Jess trusted Cain,” he started. His voice stayed even. “She came to him when things got bad, thought he could fix it... fix her.” He snickered with a shake of his head. “She was always like that. Believing the wrong person could save her.” I swallowed. “And then?” Simon set the glass down. “Then she vanished. One day she was here, asking questions, pushing buttons she shouldn’t have pushed. Next day? Gone. There was n
Ciara's POV I tossed my phone aside as it went dead in my hand while Cain’s body still pinned me to the wall, and his fingers were still buried deep inside me like he couldn’t let go. My legs shook around his thigh. I could feel my own wetness coating his hand and sliding down my skin. He pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging them over my clit one last time. I bit my lip so hard. “Jess is back,” I whispered, repeating Boris’s words like they might make sense if I said them again. Cain’s forehead stayed pressed to mine, his chest heaving against my breasts. His thigh was still wedged between my legs, pressed tight against my core. I was already wet. I hated how much I wanted him right now, even with the new secrets I've just discovered. “Cain…” I called breathlessly. His hand tightened on my thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he rocked his hips forward, grinding his cock against me. I whimpered as he dragged right over my clit, sending sparks up my spine.
Ciara POV After Simon’s cruel parting words, sleep was impossible. I sat on the floor of the guest bedroom with my laptop, phone, and a bottle of wine I barely touched. My hands shook as I typed her name: Jess Voss. A million thoughts flooded my mind. What happened to Jess? Did Cain destroy her? Did he hide her? Did Simon love her too? The first article appeared within minutes. I read it aloud. “Business Associate Linked to Cain Hale Vanishes After Corporate Leak” The photo showed a beautiful girl with wild dark hair, leather jacket, and a defiant smile. Twenty-four years old. She had been linked to illegal street racing circuits and, according to one anonymous source in the article, had been romantically involved with Cain Hale for several months before her disappearance. My stomach twisted. Don't get me wrong, I still disliked the bitch... but she's gone now. I read every article I could find. Jess had been helping Cain expose corruption in the racing scene... money laun
Ciara's POV Simon pulls me upstairs, his fingers tightening around my wrist like he already knew I’d done something unforgivable. I whimper, struggling to free myself, but he doesn't let go until we are finally in the room with the door shut. He gently places me on a stool and kneels before me.
Ciara's POV I shouldn’t have slept, not after what almost happened in that kitchen but I forced myself to sleep as soon as I made it back to bed without getting caught. And the next day,I woke up to an empty bed. Simon is already up. I sigh and rub my hands over my face. I hope he doesn't brin
CIARA'S POV I totally forget what I came here for. All I can see is a tattoo, sweaty abs and a V-shaped that was lost somewhere beneath his waistband— "My face is up here." He snaps his fingers. Oh! I lift my head to meet his face. "Can you turn down the noise? I need to get work done ups
Ciara's POV That touch meant nothing. So why do I still feel it? I rush out and lean against the wall in the hallway trying to steady my breathing. Cain’s follows me, striding forward and only stopping when he's very close to me. Standing in a tight hallway, we hold each other breath, neithe







