LOGINMorana’s POVI woke up at 3 AM thirsty as hell and my mouth tasted like something had died in it. The penthouse was completely dark except for the city lights coming through the windows. I lay there for a minute trying to remember where I was and then it all came back. The wedding at city Hall. That dangerous cream dress. Tristan’s kiss felt like something other than performance.I got out of bed and left the bedroom in just the slip I’d worn under the dress because I couldn’t be bothered to find actual clothes. The hallway was quiet and I was halfway to what I hoped was the kitchen when I saw light spilling out from the living room.Tristan was sitting on the floor surrounded by papers and documents and a laptop that glowed blue in the darkness. He was still wearing his suit from earlier except the jacket was off and his sleeves were rolled up and he had a glass of something dark in his hand. He didn’t look up when I walked in but I knew he’d heard me because his shoulders got slig
Morana’s POVThe bedroom was bigger than my entire apartment had been when I was pretending to be Morana Greene. The bed was a California king with sheets that probably cost more than my car payment used to be. There was a window that looked out over Manhattan and the city lights were already starting to come on even though it was still early evening.I walked around the room slowly taking it all in. The furniture was minimal and expensive and completely impersonal like nobody had ever actually lived here.There were no pictures on the walls or books on the nightstands. Nothing that suggested Tristan Rothschild had ever spent time in this space for any reason other than sleeping. The closet was ridiculous. It was bigger than my bedroom at Xavier’s house. One entire side was full of his clothes organized by color and type. The other side was completely empty. Ready for me to fill it with whatever I decided I needed.I hung up the cream dress carefully and stared at the empty hangers.
Tristan’s POVI was waiting outside City Hall when the Rolls-Royce pulled up. I didn’t recognize the car at first. I just knew it was the kind of vehicle that made people stop and stare because it screamed money in a way that was impossible to ignore. The engine shut off and I watched the door open.I don’t know what I was expecting but THAY wasn’t entirely in my list of things. Morana stepped out of the car and I felt something shift in my chest that I wasn’t prepared for.She was wearing a cream colored dress and it fit her the way clothes were supposed to fit bodies like hers. The slit ran high on her thigh and when she moved, I caught glimpses of her skin as she moved. Her legs were long and lean and there was nothing fragile about the way she moved. She walked like someone who owned the ground she was stepping on.Her hair was twisted up in a way that exposed her elegant neck and shoulders. The makeup made her eyes look sharper and more like the woman I knew men fear in the b
Morana’s POVI stared at myself in the mirror seeing the thing people have been seeing. I look so pale and gaunt like someone is removing little bits of my meat and not just blood. Everything about this Morana staring at me is wrong. I turned to the side to check out the curves I have always been proud of. One many reporters accused of me getting surgery because my mother has been very lean. It wasn’t surgery. My grandmother had the curves of an African woman. She does not play with her heritage either. I wish u had her darker skin color too when I was younger, even today I want it but mom stepped in and gave me hers. I have my father’s dark brown hair that shines golden in the sun and my mother’s soft green eyes. They look soft on her but hard on me. I never allow them to crinkle when I smile. I grew up knowing what was at stake in the family business. Being a girl never readies you for what is ahead. They always want the patriarchy to win because they think women are a liability
Morana’s POVI needed to get out of the house before I started thinking too hard about tomorrow. Before my brain did what it always did when I was stressed which was spiral into worst-case scenarios. So I told Xavier I was going to lunch with a friend and I left before he could ask questions or insist on coming with me or do any of the things he did that made me feel like I was suffocating.He didn’t even ask which friend and in reality I don’t even have them anymore. I have cut them off when I got married and didn’t bother making any. I thought Xavier and iris were my besties. The boutique on Madison Avenue was exactly where I needed to be. I’d come here before everything went wrong with Xavier. The owner was a woman named Catherine who had known my mother. I was wearing jeans and an old sweater. My hair was in a messy bun and I had zero makeup on. I looked exactly like someone who didn’t have money which is probably why the salesgirl at the front of the store looked me up and do
Morana’s POVI couldn’t stop looking at his hands while he read the prenup. They were large and steady and there was something about the way his fingers moved across the document that made my chest feel tight in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely. I forced myself to focus on what I was saying instead of the fact that tomorrow those hands were going to touch me in ways that had nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with making our marriage believable.“Board access to Mortaine Patent,” I heard myself say. “Legitimate board access. You’ll have voting rights. You’ll have access to our research division. You’ll have legitimacy as a partner in one of the oldest pharmaceutical companies in America.” I paused because my throat felt dry and I needed a second to remember how to breathe normally. What the fuck?????“And you get to sit next to me while we dismantle Xavier Lancaster because once I have control of Mortaine, I’m taking everything from him.”He set the prenup do







