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Elena's Point Of ViewThe ride back to the suite had been a blur of high-speed turns and a silence so heavy I could practically feel it pressing against my eardrums. Jaxx remained focused on the road, his jaw forming a jagged line of tension, while I sat in the passenger seat attempting to reconcile the man who'd just "grazed" a woman's hand with a firearm with the man who'd spent the morning ensuring I had enough avocado on my toast. The contradiction made my head spin. Who really is Jaxx? The question buzzed like a persistent, annoying fly in the back of my mind, refusing to be swatted away. We finally made it back to the suite. The second the door clicked shut, the weight of the last twenty-four hours crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. The gala, the obsession, the "wife you up" threats, and now... the garden incident. Each memory felt like another stone added to an already crushing burden.I kicked off my slides, my feet meeting the cool floor, and was about to fa
Elena's Point Of ViewI was still crouching on the gravel, my ears ringing with the violent crack of those gunshots, when I forced myself to look up. My hands trembled against the rough stones, knees aching from the impact of my fall. I expected to see a security guard or some estate patrol… anyone official, anyone who made sense in this moment. Instead, my heart did a frantic, sickening leap into my throat. Jaxx was standing there. He didn't look like the man who had tucked me into bed with gentle hands or the man who had teased me over dinner with that infuriating smirk. He looked like something carved out of cold, jagged granite… all hard edges and deadly intent. His eyes were dark, flat, and terrifyingly calm, like the surface of a frozen lake concealing unfathomable depths. And in his hand, gripped with a terrifyingly familiar ease, was a black handgun that gleamed dully in the morning light. A scream, much louder and more jagged than the first, ripped out of my throat. I cou
Elena's Point Of ViewThe conservatory was beautiful, but after thirty minutes of discussing logistics and "gentlemen" with a man who could likely order a hit between sips of espresso, I needed air. Real, un-curated, non-filtered air. I stepped out onto the terrace, where the morning sun kissed my skin with a gentle warmth that made me forget, for just a second, that I was currently the guest of a man who treated obsession like a love language. The gardens stretched before me… a sprawling, emerald-green labyrinth that reached toward the horizon. This was the kind of nature that cost millions to maintain, every hedge trimmed to a degree of perfection that felt almost aggressive. I wandered down a gravel path, my flat slides crunching softly against the stones, letting the scent of blooming jasmine settle my frayed nerves.It had been years since I'd simply... walked. No spreadsheets, no supply chain crises, no Graham hovering over my shoulder with his passive-aggressive commentary.
Elena's Point Of ViewI woke up with the kind of heavy, syrupy lethargy that only comes after a night of absolute chaos… the good kind. The kind that makes your muscles hum with a dull, lingering ache and your skin feel sensitized to the mere touch of the silk sheets. I stretched, my limbs feeling like lead, and let out a long, shaky breath.For a second, I just stared at the ceiling, replaying the way Jaxx had looked at me against that wall, the sheer, unhinged intensity of it. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts thrill and trepidation. "Stupid," I whispered to the empty room, my voice raspy. "You're so stupid, Elena." But even as I said it, I couldn't quite convince myself I meant it. I rolled over, expecting to find a wall of warm muscle and arrogant smirks, but the bed was cold. Empty. I blinked, a tiny spike of disappointment pricking at my chest before I saw it, a slip of paper resting on his pillow. The sight of it made something flutter in my stomach, someth
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe air in the study hung stagnant, thick with the smell of old paper and the heavy, metallic tang of power my grandfather had wielded for decades. I stood with my hand on the brass handle, knuckles white, jaw clenched tight enough to crack a tooth.I'd just declared war on my own blood… or at least the bastard version of it that walked around calling himself Graham."Let him come," I repeated, my voice dropping into that hollow, jagged tone that usually preceded someone's last breath. "He had his chance. He didn't know what he had." The words tasted bitter on my tongue. "Graham doesn't deserve her. He never did."I started to turn the handle, desperate to escape to the only room in this house that didn't feel like a tomb, when the old man's voice sliced through the silence like piano wire."If Graham doesn't deserve her... then do you, Jaxx?"The question struck me like a physical blow to the solar plexus. I froze, feet rooted to the Persian rug beneath me. The t
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe sun hadn't even fully cleared the horizon, yet the room was already bathed in that thin, bruised light of early morning. I'd been awake since six, propped up on one elbow, doing nothing but watching the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Elena's shoulders.She lay buried beneath the charcoal duvet, wearing my shirt like a suit of armor she didn't realize was a claim. My claim. The fabric hung loose on her frame, the collar slipping off one shoulder to reveal the curve of her neck, a sight that made my pulse quicken despite the hours we'd already spent tangled together.Every time she shifted in her sleep, the scent of sandalwood soap and us drifted up, hitting me in the chest like a physical weight. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe too loudly. For a man who lived his life in the crosshairs of a dozen different enemies, this kind of stillness was a luxury I couldn't afford… but for her, I'd steal the time from the devil himself. I'd steal eternity i
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe words slipped out before I could stop them, sharp and bitter as bile.“Wow. What an Oscar-winning performance.”Her eyes flicked to mine in a flash, just for a heartbeat, the perfect mask cracked, and I saw it: the simmering rage, the knife-sharp hatred, the hunger for con
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe next morning, the lock clanged open and the sound jolted me out of a half-dream where my father’s voice was still telling me to hold on. My body protested as they dragged me out, my knees buckling, feet scraping against the dirt. My mother stood waiting in the yard, arms
Elena’s Point Of ViewIt’s been weeks since that breakdown, and I’ve done everything to avoid Graham and his mistress. I just don’t trust myself to stay calm around them, so it’s easier to pretend they don’t exist.No, that’s not fear. That’s me protecting what’s left of my sanity while quietly figu
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe room went very still. My sister’s face went white, her mouth forming a sound that was not yet a cry. I could feel every beat of my heart like a curse. For a moment I saw nothing but my mother’s face… lined, hard, convinced of a righteousness that we were not allowed to que







