LOGINSilas’s POVThe city had been a bloodbath for the last forty-eight hours. Handling the underground meant I spent more time in the damp, dark corners of Berlin’s reach in New York than I did in the sunlight. When I walked back into our mansion, I was exhausted, smelling of copper and rain, and my patience was nonexistent.I walked into the dining room and found Luca and Eden sitting at the table. It was a quiet dinner, far too civilised for the storm currently brewing in my gut. Luca looked up, his expression unreadable as always, but his eyes tracked me with a sharp awareness. He had set a rule. A two-week starvation period. And I knew exactly why he’d done it.I sat down at the head of the table without a word. A plate was set before me, and I began to eat, my mind already on the next shipment coming through the docks. But then I felt it—the soft, persistent slide of a foot against my calf.I didn't move. I kept eating.Eden’s leg moved higher, her foot hooking around my thigh before
Eden’s POVTwo days.Two days since Luca walked out of my room and left me shivering in the dark with a two-week sentence hanging over my head. The house felt like a tomb. I couldn’t stand the silence, and I certainly couldn’t stand the pulsing ache between my legs that wouldn't go away. Luca thought he had disciplined me, but all he had done was turn my frustration into a desperate, driving need.I wasn’t going to sit in the house and wait for permission to feel alive. If Luca wouldn't touch me, and Daniel was nowhere to be found, I would find someone who would.I pulled out my phone and texted Claire. Send me the address to Felix’s club. Now.She didn't ask questions. Five minutes later, a pin dropped on my map. I went to my dressing room and bypassed everything modest. I pulled out a set of sheer red lace lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination. I stepped into a pair of six-inch red boots that made me feel powerful, then threw on a long red trench coat to hide the fire
Eden’s POVTwo weeks.It had been fourteen days of silence and cold sheets. Since we landed, the men who had claimed me as theirs had vanished into the city. There had been no sign of Daniel and no shadow of Silas in the hallways. They had gone back to their empires—the boardrooms, the clubs, and the hospitals—leaving me alone in this massive house.The frustration wasn't just in my head anymore; it was a physical ache. My body had been calibrated to their constant presence, and this sudden isolation felt like a targeted torture. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the weight of them. I was used to more than one man, used to the intensity they brought, and now I had nothing.I couldn't take the silence anymore.I went to my nightstand and pulled open the bottom drawer, reaching past the silk to the back. I grabbed the vibrator and threw myself back onto the bed. I didn't have the patience for a slow build. I hiked my gown up, my breath coming in short hitches, and clicked the de
Eden’s POVNew York was loud, vibrating with the energy that matched the static hum under my skin. I hadn't seen Daniel and the rest of the brothers for about two days. Since we landed, it was as if they had evaporated into the city's concrete canyons the moment the car doors closed at the airfield. None of them lived here—this was Daniel’s house, his private sanctuary in the city—and they had all scattered back to their own lives and their own domains. Even Luca, who had offered me that rare, fragile promise of a choice, was buried in the study. He was the only one who had stayed behind, but he was a ghost behind a heavy oak door. I’d seen the flickering light under the frame and heard the muffled drone of international flight manifests and logistical coordinates, but the door remained shut. I was alone, rattling around in the vacuum of their absence.The silence of that house was starting to feel like a physical weight, a velvet shroud that pressed against my lungs until I couldn't
Eden’s POVThe morning air at the private airfield was crisp, tasting of jet fuel and the sharp, lingering salt spray from the coastline we were leaving behind. The fleet of black SUVs sat idling on the tarmac, their engines a low, collective thrum that signalled the end of our isolation. The vacation was over; the empire was calling us back to the iron and glass of New York.I stood near the edge of the perimeter, watching the men move. I felt a strange, hollow weight in my chest as I watched them coordinate the luggage and the security detail. I knew my place—I was their property, a certified asset to be managed and moved, but the logistics of my own displacement remained a mystery. I stood there, hovering between the vehicles, my eyes darting between Daniel and Silas. I didn't know whose shadow I was supposed to walk in today or which car door would be opened for me. I was a quick learner, but even I didn't know the protocol for a return to the city.Suddenly, a hand reached out an
Daddy’s POVThe evening had settled into the house with a heavy, expectant quiet. We had scrubbed the salt and the sweat of the afternoon from our skin, trading the raw chaos of the bedroom for the sharp, tailored lines of our evening clothes. The study was the heart of this island, a place of cold mahogany, leather-bound secrets, and the faint, permanent scent of expensive tobacco and aged scotch. My sons stood like sentinels—Daniel by the window, Silas in the deepest shadows, Jonas near the medical archives, Felix lounging by the bar, and Luca checking the flight logs on his tablet.I sat in my high-backed leather chair, the weight of the empire resting on my shoulders. I hadn't summoned her, but I knew she was coming.She didn't knock. She entered the room with terrifyingly confident grace. She didn't look like the girl who had been trembling under Silas and Felix hours ago. She looked like a woman who had finally realised the power she held in this house. Without a word, she walke
Eden’s POVThe warehouse smelled of wet concrete and ozone, a damp, heavy cold that seeped into my bones through the tears in my dress. I was zip-tied to a rusted pipeshaft in a corner of the basement, my jaw aching from where the man with the scarred throat had backhanded me 18 hours ago.His name
Daniel’s POVThe file on Deacon Arthur Vance made my fucking skin crawl. It wasn't just the abuse; it was the meticulous, holy-rolling theater he used to cloak it. This prick didn't just break children; he did it in the name of a god he didn't believe in, using a pulpit as a hunting blind.He was t
Daniel’s POVThe basement of the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was a far cry from the refined, leather-scented dungeon of my estate. This place was raw. It smelled of damp concrete, rusted iron, and the pervasive, cloying scent of fear. I had chosen it for its lack of history, a blank
Luca’s POVThe penthouse of the Grand Regency felt like a gilded cage. It was the kind of place my father sent people when he wanted them out of his sight but still under his thumb. As I stood in the foyer, the scent of expensive lilies and stale gin hit me, a fragrance that had become Lilian’s sig







