LOGINRYDER’S POVI woke up with Andrea curled against my chest, her breathing slow and even as the first light of morning filtered through the curtains. Her hair spread across the pillow like dark silk, and one of her hands rested on my stomach as if she needed to keep me close even in sleep. I lay there for a long moment, listening to the quiet house around us, feeling the warmth of her body pressed to mine. Today was the day. The small ceremony in the garden waited for us this evening, and the weight of that promise settled comfortably in my chest. I turned my head and kissed her forehead gently, breathing in her familiar scent as I whispered silent wishes that nothing would go wrong today, that every detail would fall perfectly into place for her and for Lily.Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Voices drifted up from downstairs, soft chatter mixed with the occasional laugh and the clatter of equipment. I moved quietly to the door and peere
RYDER’S POVI gripped the steering wheel tightly as we drove away from the club, the city lights blurring past the windows while anger burned hot in my veins. Dante had dared to touch Andrea. My Andrea. The woman I planned to marry tomorrow. His smug face and the way his fingers had closed around her wrist played over and over in my mind. I wanted to turn the car around and finish what I started with my fist. Andrea sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hand resting on my thigh in an attempt to soothe me, but the rage refused to settle.“Ryder, please,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the low hum of the engine. “It is over now. He is gone. I am safe.”I shook my head, jaw clenched so hard it ached. “He put his hands on you. He tried to force you. I should have broken more than his jaw. That bastard has always been poisonous, and now he is working with Elena. I can feel it.”Andrea squeezed my thigh gently, her touch warm against the tension in my muscles. “You got there
ANDREA’S POV I stood in the living room folding a small blanket for Lily while the evening light softened through the windows, casting gentle shadows across the furniture. Blair had arrived an hour earlier with a bottle of wine and that mischievous grin she always wore when she had plans. She lounged on the couch now, her legs crossed, swirling her glass as she watched me. “Come on, Andrea,” she said, voice light but insistent. “It is the night before your wedding. One last night of freedom. Let us go dancing. Just a couple of hours. You need to shake off the nerves.” I shook my head and placed the blanket on the arm of the chair. “I do not think so. Tomorrow is a big day. I should stay home and rest. Make sure everything is perfect.” Ryder walked in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel after helping with dinner dishes. He looked at me with that steady gaze that always seemed to see more than I wanted to show. “Go with Blair,” he said quietly. “It might be good for you. A
RYDER’S POVI sat behind my desk reviewing the final contracts for the merger, sunlight streaming through the tall windows of my office and warming the leather chair beneath me. Tomorrow was the wedding. The thought sent a steady pulse of anticipation through me as I signed the last page with a firm stroke. Andrea had been busy with last-minute details this morning, and I had given her the space she needed while handling the company affairs. The quiet hum of the building surrounded me, phones ringing in distant offices, footsteps echoing in the hallway, everything moving with the familiar rhythm of a day before something life-changing. I took a sip of my coffee, the bitter warmth grounding me as I leaned back and thought about the garden venue we had chosen for the first ceremony. Lily had picked out her dress yesterday, twirling in it with such joy that the memory brought a smile to my face. Everything felt aligned for the first time in years. I set the cup down and stood, stretchi
ANDREA’S POV I woke slowly, sunlight filtering through the curtains and warming my bare skin. My body ached in the most delicious way, a pleasant soreness between my thighs and in muscles I had not used in years. For a moment I lay still, blinking at the ceiling, heart racing as memories from last night flooded back. Ryder’s hands, his mouth, the way he had touched me like he had been starving for me. It had not been a dream. I turned my head and found him sleeping beside me, one arm draped across the pillow, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. He looked peaceful like this, face relaxed, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. I studied the strong line of his jaw, the slight stubble that had scraped deliciously against my skin hours earlier, the broad shoulders and defined chest that had held me so securely. A rush of warmth filled me. I was glad to have him. Glad he had been there last night when the weight of my past threatened to crush me. But love? I pushed the word awa
RYDER’S POVI held her gaze, our faces so close I felt every warm breath she released. The air between us crackled with tension that had built for years. Andrea stared at me with wide eyes, lips slightly parted, her body language screaming what her words had not yet said. I could not hold back any longer.“Andrea,” I murmured, voice low and rough. “With the way you are staring, do you want to kiss me?” She swallowed hard. Her cheeks flushed deep pink, but she did not pull away. Instead her eyes dropped to my mouth for a brief second before returning to mine. That small glance told me everything I needed to know. “Yes,” she whispered. I closed the distance and captured her lips in a deep kiss. She melted into me immediately, her hands sliding up my chest to grip my shirt. The taste of her, the soft sound she made against my mouth, sent fire racing through my veins. I had waited so long for this. Five years of remembering that one night, of wondering what it would feel like to have h
ANDREA’S POV I stood in front of the mirror in the small apartment I shared with Marcus, smoothing down the emerald green dress that hugged my curves. The fabric shimmered under the warm light, and I turned slowly, checking the back one more time. Tonight marked four years with him. Four years of
ANDREA’S POVThe smell of coffee nearly killed me. One moment, I was sitting at the kitchen counter with my laptop open in front of me, pretending to answer emails while secretly staring at Marcus and Riley’s pre-wedding photos on Instagram. The next, my stomach twisted so violently that I shot out
RYDER’S POVI woke to silence and an empty bed. Sunlight cut through the half-open curtains and landed on the rumpled sheets where Andrea had slept. I reached out instinctively. Cold. She had been gone for a while. I sat up slowly, my head clear despite the whiskey from last night. Every detail rem
ANDREA’S POVI sat cross-legged on the worn couch in my new Allentown apartment, the afternoon light slanting through half-open blinds. My palms rested flat against my stomach. The place smelled of fresh paint and cardboard boxes I still had not unpacked. A single lamp glowed in the corner because







