LOGINCaspian’s POVThe back exit of the café led straight into a secluded, concrete alleyway, the exact spot where Vance had parked one of our tinted company SUVs. The flashing blue and red lights of the unmarked police cruisers cast jagged, rhythmic shadows against the brick walls, illuminating the pathetic spectacle of Deborah being marched out in handcuffs.Her heels clicked erratically on the damp asphalt, a sharp, frantic contrast to the confident stride she’d used to terrorize Avery just twenty-four hours ago. She was hyperventilating, her loud red lipstick smudged against her chin, weeping as the lead detective held her down to slide her into the backseat of the cruiser.I stood at the threshold of the exit, my hands casually tucked into my trousers. I felt nothing but a cold, clinical satisfaction.Avery stepped up beside me. The emerald of her blouse caught the harsh stroke of the police lights. She was quiet, her arms wrapped around her middl
Avery’s POVThe glass door of the cafe across from the Sterling Global headquarters chimed softly as I pushed it open. To anyone else, it was just a crisp, ordinary morning. But as I stepped inside, the leather strap of the heavy black duffel bag cut into my shoulder like a block of lead.Beneath the silk fabric of my emerald blouse, right against my collarbone, the miniature audio transmitter felt like a brand on my skin. Every breath I took felt shallow, hyper-monitored. I knew that less than a block away, in the tinted surveillance van parked curbside, Caspian was listening to the frantic cadence of my heartbeat.“Just breathe, Avery,” his deep, gravelly voice had promised me in his office before I left. “Let her do the talking. Let her hang herself.”I scanned the room, and there she was. Debby was seated in a secluded corner booth near the back exit, a position undoubtedly chosen so she could watch the entrance. She looked remarkably ca
Caspian’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the blinds of my office, cutting sharp lines across the mahogany desk. Outwardly, I was the picture of corporate composure—tailored charcoal suit, perfectly knotted tie, reviewing a quarterly market analysis.Inwardly, my mind was still wrapped in the golden warmth of my bedroom from just a few hours ago.The memory of Avery sleeping against my chest, safe and completely unburdened, was a dangerous distraction. For the first time in years, the icy venom that usually fueled my morning routine had been replaced by something fiercely protective. I didn’t just want to destroy Hector anymore; I wanted to build a fortress around Avery so nothing could ever make her shake again.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.Avery stepped into the office. She had changed into a fresh emerald blouse, but despite the professional attire, I could see the slight tension in her jaw. The 24-hour clock was ticking, and it was wearing on her."Close the door," I
Avery’s POVI don’t know how long we stayed like that—curled into each other on his couch, hearts racing, skin buzzing from too much emotion and not enough air.After I told him I might be falling in love, the room felt quieter. Still, but not heavy. Caspian didn’t move away, didn’t rush to say something dramatic. Instead, he just stayed there—his arm around me, his thumb gently tracing slow circles on my arm.It was enough.No man had ever made me feel like that—seen, held, steady. Not Hector, with all his slick charm and empty promises. Caspian didn’t have to say anything more. He made me feel safe, like I didn’t have to prove myself, or pretend I was okay when I wasn’t.After a while, he broke the silence.“You haven’t eaten dinner, have you?”I blinked, slowly pulling away from the crook of his shoulder. “No. Not really hungry.”“That’s not an option,” he said, standing and offering me his hand. “You’re not going to let some greedy blackmailer starve you.”I smiled faintly and let
Avery’s POVI couldn’t concentrate at work. Every time I looked up from my computer screen, Debby’s smug face flashed through my mind, her voice replaying that awful ultimatum—twenty-four hours, or she’d blow everything up.It felt like my world was on a time bomb.I tapped my pen against the desk, my thoughts drifting back to Hector and the way he’d ripped up the divorce papers like they were trash. If Debby went ahead and spilled what she saw, Hector could use it against me. He could twist everything to make it seem like I was the unfaithful one. The irony wasn’t lost on me—he cheated, he lied, but a single kiss with Caspian could suddenly become ammunition in court.And Debby knew that.She didn’t care about me or what I was going through. To her, this was an opportunity to cash out, to line her pockets with my silence.I stared at my phone, hesitating for a moment before pressing Caspian’s contact. My fingers trembled slightly, not because I was scared of him, but because I knew h
Avery’s POV I didn’t want to go.I didn’t want to see her face, sit across from her fake-smiling lips, or listen to whatever disgusting offer she was about to throw on the table. But I had no choice. Not when she held a ticking bomb over my head, ready to blow up everything I had just started to rebuild.When Debby waved me over to the small restaurant across the street from the office, I followed stiffly, feeling like a prisoner walking toward her own execution.The moment we sat down, she skipped all formalities."I’m not going to waste your time, Avery," she said, leaning forward with that smirk I was beginning to hate with my entire soul. "You know what I saw. I know what I saw. And I’m guessing you know what it would mean if someone else saw it too. Most especially your dear loving husband, Hector."I clenched my jaw. "You said this wasn’t about ruining lives, just business. So say what you want to say and get it over with."Debby chuckled like I amused her. "Right. Business. Le
Avery's POVMy mind replayed the events in Switzerland over and over during the plane ride back home. Caspian's passionate kiss, Debby's shocked face, his terrifyingly calm confrontation with her. My heart still throbbed with a confusing mix of lingering desire and raw anxiety. He had assured me ev
Caspian’s POVDebby's hasty retreat and the click of the restroom door didn't bring relief; they brought a new, sharper kind of tension. Avery was crumbling in front of me, her face pale, her hands trembling as she gripped the sink. Her panic was raw, unmasked."Oh my god," she whimpered, "She... s
Avery's POVCaspian's kiss was a whirlwind, pulling me under, erasing everything but the scorching heat and desperate longing. My hands were tangled in his hair, his arms tight around my waist, and the world outside the small restroom had ceased to exist. All the confusion, the pain, the betrayal –
Avery’s POVI was going to fight for what was mine and get out of this toxic marriage. But even with that newfound determination, a heavy knot of dread lingered in my stomach. Tonight was the celebratory dinner with the investors, and I'd have to face Caspian again, knowing what I now knew about hi







