로그인Daniel’s POVThe drive back to Manhattan was a high-speed blur of rain and flashing sirens that we ignored. The SUV was silent, but the air inside was thick with the copper tang of blood and the sharp scent of burnt powder. Eden sat between Silas and me, her hands folded in her lap. She wasn't shaking anymore. That was the most terrifying part. She was staring at her knuckles, watching the dried blood flake off like red paint."Moretti is bold," Silas said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to shake the frame of the car. "To hit the estate directly... he’s not looking for a payout. He’s looking for a message.""He sent his retrieval team," I said, checking my phone as the reports from our security detail started flooding in. "He didn't want her dead. He wanted her as a crown jewel for his own table. He thinks because Klaus is gone, there’s a vacuum in the Schmidt hierarchy."Father didn't look back from the front seat. He was staring straight ahead, his profile as hard as the skys
Eden’s POVThe silence of the estate at 3:00 AM was usually a comfort. It was the sound of money and security, a thick, velvet blanket that told me nothing could touch me. But tonight, the silence felt thin. It felt like paper about to rip.I was in the kitchen, unable to sleep. My shoulder still ached from the kickback of the pistol Silas had forced into my hand earlier today. I was standing by the industrial fridge, the cold light spilling onto the floor, when the house suddenly groaned. It wasn't the wind. It was the sound of the power cutting out—the low hum of the climate control dying a sudden, violent death.The backup generators didn't kick in. That was the first sign that this wasn't an accident."Eden."I jumped, nearly dropping my glass. Luca was standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the moonlight streaming through the high windows. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. He looked younger in the dark, but the way he was holding his
Eden’s POVThe morning didn’t come with the sound of an alarm or the sun hitting my face. It came with the heavy, electronic click of my bedroom door unlocking from the outside. I stayed still, buried under five layers of Egyptian cotton, watching the handle turn.A maid walked in. She was a woman in her fifties who had been with the family for years, but she wouldn't look at me. I am used to Victoria. She kept her eyes fixed on the silver tray in her hands as she set it on the nightstand. When I moved, the sheets hissed against the bruises on my hips—reminders of Daniel’s grip and Felix’s teeth."Good morning, Miss," she whispered."Maria," I said, trying to catch her eye. "You don’t have to do that. You don't have to look at the floor."She didn't answer. She just adjusted the napkins and backed out of the room like I was a wild animal that might snap if she made a sudden move. The door clicked shut behind her, and I heard the lock engage again. It was a soft sound, but it felt like
Eden’s POVThe black SUV smelled like expensive leather and Daniel’s cologne—a scent that used to make me nervous but now just felt like part of the air I breathed. I sat in the back seat, sandwiched between Silas and Felix. Luca was in the front, his eyes constantly scanning the street through the tinted glass. Daniel was driving. Daddy hadn't come. He didn't need to. He was the shadow behind the curtain, and we were the show."Stop messing with the hem," Silas said. His voice was low, but it had that weight that made my hand freeze instantly.I looked down at my lap. I was wearing a dress that cost more than my mother’s apartment. It was deep emerald silk, cut so low in the back that I felt every draft, and so tight it felt like a second skin. It was designed to show off exactly what they wanted people to see—the grace they had bought and the marks they had left."I'm nervous," I said. It was the first honest thing I’d said all day.Felix reached over and squeezed my knee. His grip
Eden’s POVThe first thing I felt was the weight. It wasn't just the heavy duvet or the massive, carved ebony bedframe. It was the physical ache in my bones, the soreness between my thighs, and the crushing reality of what had happened in this room while the moon was high. My body felt like it didn't belong to me anymore. It was a map of teeth marks, fingerprints, and the lingering heat of six different men.I opened my eyes, but the light coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was too much. It was a pale, cold Atlantic sunrise that stripped away the glamour of the night and left only the raw, ugly truth.I was alone in the bed. That was the first surprise. I expected to be pinned down, held like a trophy, but the space beside me was empty. The sheets were a mess of silver silk, stained and wrinkled. The room smelled like spent sex, expensive tobacco, and that heavy, peaty scotch that seemed to run through the Schmidts' veins instead of blood.I tried to sit up, but a sharp sting
Daniel’s POVThe room was saturated. The air was a thick, humid weight of musk, sweat, and the fading scent of Felix’s tobacco. I stood at the edge of the shadows, watching the rise and fall of Eden’s back. She was a map of our family’s greed—bruised, marked, and glistening under the amber lamps. Felix had left her on all fours, trembling, her head hanging low as she gasped for air that was too heavy to breathe.I set my glass down. The ice didn't even clink; the condensation had made it silent. I stripped the silk from my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor, and stepped into the light. I wasn't the Prince, and I wasn't the Butcher. I was the one who had maintained her. I was the one who had calculated her value from the moment she was born, and tonight, I was the one who would seal the Pact."Look at me, Eden," I said. My voice wasn't a roar; it was a cold, iron command.She didn't move fast enough. I reached out, my hand tangling in her sweat-dampened hair, and hauled her head b
Daniel’s POVThe basement of my estate did not smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, there was the scent of beeswax, old money, and Eden’s floral perfume. Down here, behind the soundproofed steel door, the air was cold, sterile, and smelled faintly of copper and industrial cleaner.It was a p
Daniel’s POVThe iron scent of the basement clung to me like a second skin. It was in the fibers of my shirt, under my fingernails, and coating the back of my throat. Violence, when done in such a way, has a way of lingering. It is a primitive residue.I looked at Eden. She was standing in the cente
Chapter 5: The Architecture of Silence (Continued)Daniel’s POVThe library was the heart of the estate, a room of dark oak, leather-bound history, and a silence so thick it felt like it had its own pulse. I led Eden inside, my hand firm on her elbow. I could feel the tremors still vibrating throug
Eden’s POVThe door to Daniel’s study closed behind me with a soft click, but the weight of that sound followed me down the hallway like something much louder had just been sealed shut, like a decision had been placed on the table and left there waiting for me to either claim it or run from it.I d







