تسجيل الدخولDaniel's face went white."How could you do that to me, the woman you claim to love? I wanted to die, and I even thought about it." Emma's voice was rising now, the emotion finally breaking through. "Because you were gone and I didn't know how to exist in a world where you weren't in it. I went home that day and I couldn't breathe. For weeks, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything except exist, and even that was almost too much.""I know." Daniel took a step forward. Grayson immediately blocked him. "I know what I put you through. I know it was—""You don't know shit." Emma was standing now. Maggie moved back to give her space. "You weren't there. You weren't the one who had to learn how to live without you. Who had to figure out how to wake up every morning when the person you loved most in the world was gone. Who had to—" Her voice broke completely. "You let me bury you. It was so cruel what you put me through. I have lived a half-life.""I didn
Emma woke to voices arguing.Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, her body heavy and disconnected. She was lying on something soft, a couch maybe, no it was a bed, and there were people nearby. Too many people. Their voices overlapped, some angry, some confused, all of them too loud."—need to give her space—""—supposed to be dead, you were declared KIA—""—calm down, let him explain—""—three months, you bastard, three fucking months—"That last voice was Grayson's. Emma forced her eyes open, blinking against the light. She was in a bedroom, Honey and Grayson's guest room, she realized. She had spent more than one night here after… after…The voices were coming from the doorway. Grayson stood there, his body blocking someone from entering. Beyond him, she could see faces, Wyatt, Nate, all of them crowded in the hallway.And Daniel.Daniel was there, trying to push past Grayson, his face desperate.This wasn't a dream.Emma sat up too fast, the room tilting sideways. Hands i
Lauren stood in front of the full-length mirror in Honey's guest room, staring at her reflection.The dress was simple. Ivory lace over silk, tea-length, fitted at the waist but not too tight. Elegant without being ostentatious. Exactly what she'd wanted. She had wanted simple.Her hair was down in soft waves, a few pieces pinned back with small pearl clips. Minimal makeup, just enough to look polished without looking overdone. In the photos, she wanted to look like her."You look beautiful," Honey said from behind her.Lauren turned. Honey and Maggie stood in the doorway, both of them already dressed, Honey in deep green, Maggie in navy blue. Her bridesmaids. Her best friends. The women who'd stood by her through everything. She'd let the women pick their own dresses and colors."I look really terrified," Lauren said honestly."You look like a bride," Maggie corrected, crossing to adjust Lauren's necklace. A simple pendant that had belonged to her grandmother. Something old. "Having
The next seventy-two hours passed in a blur.Lauren barely left her apartment. Barely left her bed. Wyatt stayed with her constantly. He only answered any important calls that came in. He was there when the nightmares came, and they came every time she closed her eyes.Liam's face. The gunshot. The blood. Over and over and over.Honey came by on the second day, bringing food Lauren didn't eat and sitting beside her bed, just holding her hand. Not saying anything. Just being present.Maggie came by that evening, checked her vitals, examined her throat, which was now a spectacular purple bruise. Prescribed sleeping pills that Lauren refused to take because she was afraid of what she'd see in deeper sleep.Nate and Prue brought dinner on the third day. They sat with them in the living room while Lauren picked at pasta and tried to pretend she was okay."The media's having a field day," Nate said, his voice careful. "Actress shoots stalker in self-defense. Stalker turns out to be serial k
"You shot someone who was trying to kill you," Clark interjected. She was photographing the scene, the blood, the evidence bag with Michelle's panties. "Lauren, do you know what he had with him?""That's Michelle Matthews's... Benson's underwear," Lauren said quietly. "His first victim. He kept them. For ten years.""Trophies. This is good," Nelson said. "We'll be searching his apartment. If he kept that, there's a good chance he kept other items. Other trophies. This closes cases, Lauren. Gives families answers they've been waiting for."But that didn't make Lauren feel better. Didn't make her hands stop shaking or her chest stop tightening or her throat stop trying to close up.She'd killed someone.Maybe. Probably. God.The paramedics said he'd lost too much blood. Said the bullet had hit organs. Said his chances were—"Lauren." Wyatt's voice again, grounding her. "We need to get you checked out. Can you stand?""I don't know."He didn't give her a chance to find out. "That's okay.
The gunshot was deafening in the small room. Liam stopped mid-lunge, almost like he was suspended in time, then his expression shifted from rage to confusion. He looked down at his stomach, where blood was already spreading across his white shirt, dark and wet."You shot me," he said, almost wonderingly. "You actually shot me.""I warned you." Lauren's hands were shaking so badly she could barely keep the gun pointed at him. "I told you to stay back. Why didn't you listen?"Liam took a step toward her, stumbled. His hand pressed against the wound, coming away red. "This isn't... this isn't how it's supposed to—" He was looking at the blood, shocked, then back at her as his knees buckled. He went down hard, landing on his side. Something white fell from his other hand—Michelle's panties.They landed next to him on the floor, and even now, even dying, Liam's hand reached for them. Clutched them. Brought them to his face.Lauren stared, horror washing over her. His first victim's underwe
Honey slumped back against the leather seat of The Velvet Room's private car, her heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape her chest. The driver thankfully kept silent as she struggled to catch her breath, to process what had just happened. Her world had just imploded in specta
On the other side of the locked door, Grayson pressed his forehead against the cool wood, one fist clenched at his side. His heart hammered in his chest, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from their explosive encounter and the shock of recognition in her eyes when his mask had fallen."Re
Grayson stared at his phone, Morgan's two little words echoing in his ears. "I'm pregnant." "I'm pregnant."He felt like he had just been thrown a hand grenade with the pin pulled and that any second now it would explode in his face."What did you just say?" He didn't know why he was asking; his he
"I've been thinking about this all day," he said, his voice roughening. "About you kneeling for me, about claiming you."Honey knelt before Sir, her pulse thrumming with anticipation as she gazed up at his masked face. The heat in his eyes sent ripples of desire through her body, making her nipples







