LOGINElias walked away from Darius, his chest tight with anger. He hated the way Darius looked at his wife, and he hated how the man kept showing up in their lives. But he had to put those thoughts aside. Tonight was too important.Before he could take five steps, his father’s assistant hurried up to him, looking anxious."Mr. Vane, please," the assistant said quickly, gesturing toward the front of the ballroom. "Your father is waiting for you near the main stage. He is introducing you to the chief investors from the capital."Elias took a deep breath, smoothing down his tuxedo jacket. "Lead the way."At the front of the hall, George Vane stood under a massive crystal chandelier, surrounded by elderly men in expensive suits. George was holding a glass of scotch, his face bright with pride as he saw his son approaching."Ah, here he is!" George announced loudly, placing a heavy hand on Elias’s shoulder. "My son, Elias. The real mind behind our company’s new expansion."The investors smiled
Darius Manchester sat in the plush leather backseat of his sleek black sedan, parked right outside the brightly lit entrance of the Regency Hall.Outside his tinted windows, the night was alive with blinding camera flashes, red carpet noise, and the hum of luxury cars pulling up to the curb. He stared silently at the entrance, his fingers lightly tapping against his knee.His assistant, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around slowly to look at him. "Sir? Are we not going inside? The event started twenty minutes ago."Darius didn't answer immediately. His dark eyes remained fixed on the glass doors of the hall.He was hesitating, and he hated it.Darius knew what was supposed to happen tonight. He knew Elias and Thea had all the financial ledgers and evidence they needed to destroy Sirius Vane on live television. Once the truth came out tonight, the Vane family crisis would be over.And once the crisis vanished, Thea wouldn't need him anymore.She wouldn't call him for infor
Thea’s POV The entrance of the regency hall was blinding. Hundreds of camera flashes went off all at once, making the cool Saturday night air feel hot. Heavy velvet ropes kept back dozens of reporters, shouting questions over one another.I held tight to Elias’s arm as we walked down the long red carpet. Elias wore a tailored black tuxedo, his tall frame looking completely powerful and composed. I wore a dark blue silk gown that fell smoothly to the floor.As we walked, Elias slowed his steps to match mine. He felt me tense up against the loud noise, and he leaned down slightly, his lips almost touching my ear."You look breath-taking, Thea," Elias whispered softly. His voice was warm and steady against the cold air. "Just relax. Look at me, not at the cameras."I looked up into his dark eyes, and the tight knot in my chest instantly loosened. "I’m fine," I said, giving him a small, genuine smile. "I’m just ready for this night to be over.""It will be over soon," he said. He reached
Saturday morning arrived with a cool, quiet fog hanging over the estate grounds.By six o'clock, black SUVs were parked outside the side entrance. Elias’s private security detail moved fast and quiet. They brought Maya Sterling out of the lower holding wing, her hands bound, and secured her in the back of an armored vehicle. With heavy guards surrounding her, she was driven away to an off site, high security facility outside the city limits.Upper floors remained locked down. Emily was still kept in the east wing guest bedroom, fed and unharmed, but guarded by two men outside her door until the evening events concluded.---Inside Elias’s private study, warm morning light filtered through the heavy blinds. The large desk was covered in neat stacks of paper, bank printouts, and wire transfer logs.Thea sat in the leather chair opposite Elias. She wore a simple sweater, holding a pencil, tracing her finger down a list of offshore bank names. Elias stood beside her, leaning over the des
Elias walked back into the house with his main security detail right behind him. His face was cold, and his jaw was set tight. He had just spent twenty exhausting minutes at the front gates, arguing with city officials and sending the sirens and fire trucks away. He knew the brushfire at the rear gate had to be a setup, and he knew Sirius was behind it."Check the perimeter again," Elias ordered his chief guard in a low, sharp tone. "I want double guards on every door.""Yes, Mr. Vane," the chief guard said, turning to give orders to his men.Elias didn't stop to rest. He turned on his phone's flashlight and walked fast toward the east wing. His heart was beating fast in his chest. His primary concern was not the house, the power outage, or the reporter. It was Thea. He had left her alone inside when the lights went out, and he needed to see with his own eyes that she was safe.He rounded the corner near the service pantry, his light cutting through the thick darkness of the hallway
The doors of the main estate clicked shut behind Darius, leaving the entrance hall in a brief, heavy silence.Outside on the cobblestone driveway, Darius walked calmly toward his waiting black luxury sedan, adjusting his suit jacket. His chief assistant, who was holding the rear door open for him, leaned in closer and spoke in a low, urgent voice."Sir, our perimeter scouts just spotted three unmarked vans parking near the rear woods of the Vane estate," the assistant reported quickly. "There are men in dark clothing moving along the tree line toward the generator shed. It looks like Sirius Vane is moving."Darius stopped, his hand resting on the top of the open car door. He looked back toward the towering stone mansion, his expression unreadable."Should we intervene, sir?" the assistant asked, looking tense. "Or warn Mrs. Vane?"A slow, cool smile touched Darius's lips. He took a slow breath, stepping into the comfortable backseat of his car."No," Darius replied smoothly, pulling h
ELIAS’s POV Elias felt like he was being trapped. His own parents were turning against him. Serena was standing there like a vulture, waiting for him to fall. "Thea is my wife," Elias said. "Whatever happened in that cabin... there is a reason for it. I trust her so you can stop with the delusion
THEA’S POV Elias leaned in until I could feel the ghost of his breath against my lips. He was waiting for me to flinch. "You think you’ve grown claws, Thea," He murmured, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration. "But you’re still in my house. You’re still wearing the ring I bought you. An
THEA’s POV Elias was still leaning over me, his face so close I could see the dark blue flecks in his eyes.I looked at him, and for a split second, I didn't see my husband. I saw a jailer. In my last life, I would have cried. I would have begged him not to say such scary things. But that Thea die
THEA’s POV The morning news was a bloodbath. I sat at the long, marble breakfast table, sipping my coffee and watching the television mounted on the wall. The headline scrolling across the bottom made the bitter caffeine taste like nectar: "STERLING ARCHITECTURE DROPS 40% AS MAJOR INVESTORS PULL







