FAZER LOGINElena's Point Of ViewThe world didn't tilt, and I didn't burst into tears. Instead, a strange, crystalline silence settled over my brain, as if someone had pressed pause on reality itself. The sting on my cheek became a localized fire, a blooming heat that pulsed with every thud of my heart, yet my eyes remained locked on Sebastian.His face swam before me… twisted with righteous fury, convinced of his own moral superiority. In that moment, I recognized the same expression he'd worn when he'd dismissed my business proposals at family dinners, that same condescending certainty that he alone understood how the world worked.I could hear the collective gasp of my employees… the sound of air being sucked out of a room, and the panicked scuffle of Clara trying to keep a weeping intern from having a total meltdown. Someone's phone clattered to the floor, the sharp crack echoing through the stunned silence.I reached up, my fingers grazing the skin that was rapidly swelling. The flesh felt
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
Elena’s Point Of ViewMatilda’s face twisted, her breath hitching in her throat like she’d been slapped, because she had been, not with my hand, but with my words. Her voice trembled, outraged, her hand twitching at her side like she was considering it… actually considering raising it to strike me.
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe grand doors of the Sinclair Estate loomed before me, their polished mahogany surfaces reflecting the cold, unfeeling glow of the chandelier above. I stood there for a moment, my breath steady, my fingers flexing at my sides. In. I exhaled sharply. Out. My lungs filled with
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body was still humming, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sagged against Jaxx, my fingers digging into his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping me upright. His tongue was on my neck… licking, swiping, tracing a slow, deliberate path from the curve of my shoul
Elena’s Point Of ViewMatilda’s words hit me like a blow… sharp, cruel, deliberate, and for a moment, the world tilted. My fingers clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms, the pain grounding me, anchoring me as the memories came rushing back… unwanted, unrelenting, raw.Five years a







