LOGINKira’s POVThe penthouse Roshan had gotten his hands on was all glass and steel looking out over the East River — not one of his usual European safehouses, something he'd bought under a blind proxy the moment he landed in New York. For me, specifically. He'd said as much twice already."Completely off the grid," he said, pouring bourbon at the wet bar without looking up. "No cameras. No biometric locks keeping you in. You've got the elevator codes, you control the perimeter. You're sovereign here, Kira."I stood at the window watching rain hammer the glass, still in the clothes I'd left the estate in. My left hand felt strange, too light, like something was still there that wasn't — the ghost of Aziel's rings burning against skin that had nothing on it anymore.I turned around. Roshan handed me the glass, and kept his distance."I moved the Evelyn Trust routing numbers out of Aurelia," I said, and my own voice sounded hollow to me. "He doesn't have access to my mother's money anymore.
Kira’s POVInside, resting on top of a stack of bearer bonds, was a thick manila folder bearing the crest of Aurelia Holdings—Aziel’s legitimate corporate front.I pulled the folder out and opened it on the floor.The first page was a financial ledger belonging to my abusive adoptive parents. It detailed their massive, crippling debt. I knew this part of the story. I lived it. They had gone bankrupt, and to save themselves, they had tried to offer their golden child—my stepsister—to the terrifying Warlord of New York. But Aziel had shocked everyone by demanding me instead.I turned the page.It was a trail of shell companies and proxy buyers. I traced the names, my heart beginning to hammer a frantic, sickening rhythm against my ribs.The debt hadn't been an accident. My adoptive parents hadn't just made bad investments. Aziel had orchestrated it. The Warlord had systematically bought out every single one of their creditors, artificially multiplying their debt, explicitly forcing them
Kira’s POVI almost couldn’t breathe in the car during our drive back to Lockwood estate.The armored SUV flew down the empty, rain-slicked highway, flanked by two heavily armed escort vehicles. Inside the dark cabin, the silence was thick enough to choke on.Aziel hadn't let go of me since we left the museum. He had pulled me across the leather backseat, tucking me firmly into his side, his large hand wrapped securely around my thigh. His physical presence had grown into a source of comfort over the past few weeks.But tonight, it felt exactly like a chain.Yhe words of the stranger kept on replaying itself so much in my head I thought it would run me mad. Transaction? What transaction?I turned my head slightly, looking at Aziel’s profile illuminated by the passing streetlights. His jaw was clenched so tighit looked like he was deliberately trying to grind his teeth to dust. He was on the phone with Silas, barking orders in a tone that sounded too close to anger."I want men on the
Kira’s POV The Metropolitan Museum of Art had been transformed into a gilded, glittering cage. A thousand of the city’s most elite power players, senators, Wall Street titans, and foreign dignitaries mingled in the hall. The air was thick with the scent of expensive champagne, rare orchids, and the quiet song of dangerous wealth. Everyone wore elaborate, obscuring masks, turning the high-society gala into a faceless sea. It was the perfect place for a predator to hide in plain sight. I stood near the edge of the reflecting pool, my crimson gown pooling at my feet. A black lace domino mask covered my eyes. Aziel stood flush against my back like a bodyguard. He wore a midnight-blue tuxedo and a plain black half-mask that only accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw. His hand rested possessively on my waist, his thumb continuously stroking the bare skin at the base of my spine. His stance was like that of a predator ready to pounce on his prey at any time. Aziel’s operatives were sc
Kira’s POV The digital siege ended without a sound. No explosions, no glass breaking, nothing dramatic at all, just the quiet hum of the servers cooling down around me in the command center. I'd locked them out. The hackers threw everything they had at our firewalls for three straight hours, and I broke every finger they tried to reach into the Syndicate's accounts with. I sank back in the chair when it was all over and put my face in my hands, my whole body still buzzing with leftover adrenaline that had nowhere left to go. The glass doors hissed open behind me. I turned, and whatever I'd been about to say died in my throat. Aziel walked in still covered in the northern industrial sector. There was concrete dust in his hair, the scent of cordite and ash and something coppery clinging to him, and a smear of blood on his collar that I knew instantly wasn't his own. He didn't look like a man who'd won anything. He looked like someone who'd just walked out of a slaughterhous
Kira’s POVThe digital missile had been launched. Now, we had to brace for the shockwave.The moment we returned to the ninety-ninth-floor command center, I didn't celebrate the victory in the sub-basement. I threw myself into the ergonomic leather chair at the central console and immediately locked the room down.The Brotherhood wasn't going to respond to Aziel’s execution video by sending another physical hit squad right away. They were going to try to digitally cripple us first. They would try to blind our cameras, drain our dark pools, and erase our routing ledgers. In simpler words, they would try to annihilate us completely."They are going to throw everything they have at Aurelia Holdings' servers," I told Aziel, my fingers hovering over the keyboard frantically. "I need to completely overhaul our digital infrastructure before their hackers initiate a retaliatory network attack."Aziel pulled up a bigger chair from beside mine. He didn't offer empty platitudes or ask any quest
Kira’s POVThe chaos of the ballroom was finally left behind, replaced by the choking silence of the hotel’s executive lounge. Two lawyers stood nervously beside a polished table. Resting in the center was a fifty-page marriage contract. It outlined the strict boundaries of my new life as a Lockwo
Kira’s POV The grand ballroom of the St. Regis Hotel was a sea of white roses. Thousands of blooms hung from the crystal chandeliers, their sweet scent masking the toxic reality of the room. The hall was packed to capacity. Rows of velvet chairs were filled with the city's most powerful business
Kira’s POV The first thing I noticed was that I could breathe. Air rushed into my lungs, fresh air that didn’t taste like smoke, and that didn’t smell like gasoline or burning hair. It tasted clean, cold, and sweet. I bolted upright. My hands flew to my chest, then to my face. I expected to fe
Kira’s POVI could not stop thinking about the shattered crystal on the floor. I paced the length of my massive bedroom in the Lockwood mansion. The sun had set, casting long shadows across the walls. But my mind was stuck on the entryway downstairs. Miss Peterson. The elderly servant had looked







