เข้าสู่ระบบEMILY GRAYSON'S The rest of the afternoon passed far too quickly. The sun hung low over the water, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. The beach had grown quieter now, leaving behind only the gentle sound of waves and the occasional cry of distant seagulls. I stood near the shoreline, letting the cool water wash over my feet. The ocean stretched endlessly before me. Beautiful.m Peaceful. Infinite. For a moment, I simply stood there. Thinking. Not about the past. Not about Declan. Not about everything we'd survived. Just about now. About how strange it felt to finally be happy without constantly waiting for something to ruin it.A familiar pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Alex. Of course. I smiled immediately. "You know," I said, leaning back against him, "you really need to stop sneaking up on me." His lips brushed my temple. "No." "Why?" "I like it." I laughed softly. "That's not a real answer." "It's the only answer I have." T
EMILY GRAYSON'S The next morning, I woke to the sound of laughter. Not loud laughter. Not the kind Lexi usually produced when she was about to cause problems. Just soft voices drifting up from downstairs. I stretched beneath the sheets and blinked toward the bright Santorini sunlight pouring through the windows. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the waves, feeling the warmth of the sun, enjoying the peace. Then I noticed something: the space beside me was empty. Again.I narrowed my eyes. "Suspicious."Alex had disappeared. Again. At this point, I was beginning to think the man naturally woke up three hours before the rest of humanity. After getting dressed, I headed downstairs. The moment I entered the kitchen, Teresa smiled."Good morning dear.""Morning." Paola was already eating breakfast. Sergio sat across from her, trying very hard not to look at her. Again. Poor man. At this point, everyone would know Sergio liked Paola because I knew he wanted to keep it a sec
EMILY GRAYSON'S The afternoon drifted by far too quickly. One moment we were wandering through the narrow streets of Santorini. The sun had begun its slow descent toward the horizon. The island seemed to transform as evening approached. The white buildings glowed golden beneath the fading sunlight. The sea shimmered like molten glass. Every restaurant and café was filled with people gathering to watch the famous sunset. Apparently, half the island had the exact same idea, including me. I stopped near a viewpoint overlooking the caldera. The view stretched endlessly before us: the cliffs, the sea, the whitewashed buildings cascading down the hillside. It looked unreal, like someone had painted it. My fingers tightened around my phone as I took another picture, and another, and another. Alex watched me with quiet amusement. "You have approximately seven hundred photos already." I gasped. "That's an exaggeration." "You took forty-three pictures of the same church." "It was a beautif
EMILY GRAYSON'SThe next morning, I woke slowly. Warm, golden sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting soft patterns across the white sheets and marble floors. For several seconds, I simply lay there, listening to the distant crash of waves against the cliffs below, the soft rustle of curtains dancing in the sea breeze, and the quiet stillness of the villa. It was peaceful. Not the fragile kind that vanished the moment you opened your eyes. Not the kind that came with conditions. Real peace. A smile touched my lips. Then I felt an arm tighten around my waist. I looked down.Alex. Still asleep. Or pretending to be. Honestly, with him, it was impossible to tell. His face looked relaxed against the pillow, dark hair slightly messy from sleep. One arm was wrapped securely around me, possessively, protectively. As though even unconscious, some part of him refused to let me wander too far away. The sight alone warmed my chest. Carefully, I reached up and brushed my f
EMILY GRAYSON'S The kiss lasted longer than either of us intended. Or maybe exactly as long as Alex intended. With him, it was hard to tell. By the time we finally pulled apart, I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt. Alex looked entirely too pleased with himself, which only made me roll my eyes."Don't.""Don't what?" he asked innocently."Whatever smug thing you're doing."His smirk widened. "I have no idea what you're talking about."Liar.Before I could argue, a familiar voice drifted from outside the bedroom."Dinner is ready!"Teresa.I immediately brightened. Alex sighed dramatically. I laughed."You sound jealous.""I am."That startled a laugh out of me. "You are jealous of Teresa.""She keeps stealing your attention.""She's feeding me.""So do I.""Alex," I warned."I do love feeding you."I covered my face. "Oh my God.""What?" he asked."You make normal sentences sound possessive.""That's because they are."I laughed so hard I nearly stumbled. Alex caught my waist before
EMILY GRAYSON'S Taking my hand, Alex lead me toward the house. The massive front doors opened before we even reached them. The moment I saw who was standing there, I froze. "Teresa?" My voice came out as a surprised squeak. Beside her stood Paola, her granddaughter, both of them smiling warmly. "Teresa!" I practically ran toward her. She barely had time to open her arms before I threw mine around her. She laughed softly and hugged me back tightly. Immediately, that familiar warmth settled inside my chest. I had always loved Teresa's motherly affection—the way she fussed over everyone, the way she somehow made every place feel like home. When I finally pulled away, I hugged Paola too. "You are both here?" "Welcome to Santorini, Emily," they said together. I turned toward Alex in disbelief. "How did you get them here?" The happiness in my voice was impossible to hide. Alex looked entirely too pleased with himself. Before he could answer, Sergio stepped forward."It was my idea." I lo
EMILY GRAYSON'S I stood alone on the balcony, the night stretching endlessly before me. Far below, the city glowed in scattered gold and white lights, blurred softly by the darkness. The wind moved gently against my skin, cool and steady, carrying a kind of quiet I hadn’t felt in what seemed like
UNKNOWN POV.. Paused. Zoomed in. Alexander Antonio’s face filled the monitor. Cold. Expressionless. The viewer studied him for a long moment in complete silence before slowly leaning back in his chair. “Well… well…” The voice was calm. Cultured. Almost amused. A man in his late
ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S The SUV slowed as Warehouse Eight came into view near the water. Huge. Dark. Waiting. The vehicles parked several meters away behind abandoned cargo containers to stay hidden from sight. I stepped out first. The cold harbor wind slammed against my coat immediately. Rain sprayed
ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S Later that night, beneath the mansion, the war room buzzed with tension. Large monitors covered the walls, displaying security footage from every corner of the estate. Maps of the property and surrounding streets were spread across the massive table in the center of the room, w







