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Graham's Point Of View"I'll sign it."The moment the words left my mouth, something in the room shifted. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just enough.My father's shoulders eased slightly, like a tension he'd been holding finally found a place to settle. The lines around his mouth softened, though his expression remained carefully controlled."Now you're talking sense," he said.His tone carried approval, but it wasn't warm. It was the kind of approval you gave a business decision, not a person. The kind that made you feel like a chess piece moved correctly across the board.My mother didn't waste time. She pushed the papers closer to me across the desk, the sound of them sliding against the polished wood loud in the silence. Her movements were precise, practiced, she'd orchestrated far more significant transactions than this."Good," she said softly, though her voice held an edge of finality. "Let's not drag this any further."I stared at the documents. My name was still there, printed
Graham's Point Of View"These are divorce papers." The words didn't register immediately. They hung in the air, suspended, as though my mind needed a few extra seconds to catch up with what my ears had just heard. It felt like being underwater… everything muffled, distorted, moving too slowly. My gaze dropped to the documents in my mother's hand. Then back to her face. Then back to the papers again. "No." The word came out under my breath. Barely audible. "That's not…" I took a step forward, reaching for them, but my hand stopped midway. My fingers trembled slightly, hovering in the space between us. Because I already knew. Before even reading a single line, something in my chest had already accepted it. That hollow, sinking feeling, the one you get when your body understands what your mind refuses to acknowledge. My mother watched me carefully, her expression a mixture of concern and something else I couldn't quite name. Pity, perhaps. "Graham?" I didn't answer. I
Graham's Point Of View"He isn't my only son." The words didn't just land… they echoed, reverberating through the space between us like a stone dropped into still water. For a second, I thought the room had tilted. The ground beneath me seemed to shift just enough to throw everything off balance, making me question whether I was still standing upright. My eyes widened before I could stop them, betraying the shock I desperately wanted to conceal. "What?" The word came out barely above a breath, low and disbelieving. I stared at him, searching his face for anything that resembled hesitation, some flicker of uncertainty that would tell me he hadn't meant it. There was none. His expression remained carved from stone. Beside me, my mother gasped. "Sebastian!" Her voice carried shock... real shock, the kind she didn't bother hiding. The composure she usually wore like armor had cracked. "How can you say that?" He didn't even look at her immediately, letting the silence stretch
Graham's Point Of ViewHis expression didn’t soften. If anything, the lines around his mouth hardened further. “Either you sign those papers—” He gestured toward the documents on the desk, the ones I’d been avoiding since I’d entered the room. “—or get ready to be disowned.”For a second, I thought I'd misheard him. Not because his words weren't clear, they rang through the study with perfect precision. But because they didn't belong to him. They couldn't. Not directed at me. Not delivered in that flat, businesslike tone, as though he were discussing stock portfolios rather than severing the bond between father and son. I took a step back, my breath catching. Then another. My heel nearly caught the edge of the Persian rug, but I steadied myself, gripping the back of a leather chair. My eyes remained locked on him, as if looking away would make the room tilt completely, would make this nightmare solidify into something I could no longer deny. "What?" The word scraped out of my th
Graham's Point Of View"She's as valuable as an empty shell," he said, his voice dropping to a quiet register that somehow cut deeper than any shout. "And you're willing to destroy everything for that." Something inside me snapped. "DAD!!" The word ripped from my chest before I could stop it, raw and desperate. He didn't even blink. His expression remained carved from stone. "Don't you 'Dad' me." His voice came sharper this time, like a blade dragged slowly across glass, deliberate and merciless. "Have you suddenly become holy?" he continued, stepping closer. His eyes narrowed as he studied my face, searching for cracks in my resolve. "Or have you conveniently forgotten everything you did to that woman?" I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached. "That's not—" "You yourself said those words to me." He cut me off without hesitation, without mercy. "I'm only repeating your words to you." He paused, letting each syllable land like a hammer blow. "Your exact words." The room
Graham's Point Of View"The person asked me to divorce Elena, but I refused." The words left my mouth slower than I expected, each syllable weighted with consequence. Measured. Careful. As if speaking them too quickly might cause them to detonate in the air between us, making everything worse than it already was. Silence followed, not the normal kind that settles comfortably in a room. This silence stretched taut as wire, then dropped like a stone. Heavy. Suffocating. My father didn't move at first. He simply stared at me, his face unreadable, though I could see the muscles working in his jaw. Then his expression shifted, hardening into something I recognized from childhood, the look that preceded storms. "What?" One word. Sharp as broken glass. Disbelieving. "What did you just say, Graham?" His voice carried a warning I chose to ignore. I held his gaze, refusing to look away. "You heard me, Dad." That did it. The composure he'd maintained cracked down the middle like ice und
Elena’s Point Of ViewHis hand slid up, fingers threading into my hair at the base of my skull. His mouth hovered at my ear again, voice low, rougher than it had ever been. I could feel the hunger in it, the restraint snapping strand by strand.“Bambina,” he rasped, his breath hot against my skin,
Elena’s Point Of ViewFor a second, he didn’t move. He just stared at me, his gaze roaming over my face, my body, like he was memorizing every inch of me.Then… “Are you sure that’s what you want?”His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, like he was holding back something feral. I nodded, my thro
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe room was quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the faint thump of music from somewhere downstairs. My hands were twisted in my lap, nails digging into my palms so hard that little crescents marked my skin. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until Lexy’s fing
Jaxx’s Point Of View“What’s going on?” she whispered.Her voice was soft but it carried. Even over the low jazz, even over the hum of money changing hands at the tables and the low murmur of my men stationed nearby, it reached me. The question hung between us, too soft for the noise of the bar and







