LOGINJaxx's Point Of ViewThe leather felt heavy in my hand, its suppleness sliding against my palm as I stepped back a fraction, giving myself room to move. I watched her muscles twitch along her back, shoulder blades flaring like wings against the dim light. Elena's words… ‘I trust you, Jaxx.’ still hung in the air like a sacred vow, and the weight of that trust settled over me like a mantle I had no intention of betraying. The responsibility of it thrilled me even as it steadied my hand. I let my lips curl against her skin, teeth grazing the delicate curve of her shoulder before I straightened, the leather poised in my grip. The first strike would set the tone. It had to be perfect… not just technically, but emotionally. She needed to feel my control, my care, my absolute command. Everything we'd built together depended on this moment. Her breathing was already a frantic, irregular rhythm that filled the quiet space between us. Anticipation thickened the air, her breath coming in shal
Jaxx's Point Of View"The offshore accounts in the Cayman structure," I muttered into the phone, my thumb tracing the beveled edge of the mahogany desk while my gaze remained fixed on the darkened window of my study. The city lights below glittered like scattered diamonds, cold and distant. "Did you freeze the secondary routing numbers like I instructed, Roman?" Heavy typing filled the speaker, followed by a low, dry chuckle that carried years of familiarity between us. "Every single one of them, boss. The Sinclair financials are completely gridlocked now. You're suffocating their entire supply line." Roman paused, the typing ceasing as he let out a long, low whistle. "You're brutal, Jaxx. Have you forgotten you carry Sebastian's blood as well? And here you are acting just like your grandfather, that old man used to do the exact same thing to his rivals before he destroyed them." My jaw clenched instantly, a hard, cold knot forming at the base of my throat. The mere mention of that
Graham's Point Of ViewA sharp, tearing pain in my ribs blurred my vision. I perched on the edge of my oversized velvet bed, a glass of scotch resting on the nightstand beside a pile of bloody gauze. The amber liquid caught the dim light, mocking me with its false promise of relief.Carefully, I tended the deep, brutal wounds on my torso, dabbing antiseptic around the jagged edges where that bastard Jaxx had plunged his knife. The chemical sting was nothing compared to the humiliation of that night. Every breath sent fire licking up my sides, a constant reminder of how thoroughly I'd underestimated him. I had just managed to tape a fresh bandage over the worst gash when the heavy mahogany doors to my master suite flew violently open. Wood struck wall with a deafening bang that made me jump, sending fresh agony ripping through my ribs. The sudden movement tore at the barely-closed wounds, and I tasted copper on my tongue as I bit down hard to keep from crying out. Irritation flooded
Jaxx's Point Of ViewMatilda stumbled backward another two steps, her designer leather bag slipping from her grip as she shook her head violently. The white diamond rings adorning her fingers caught the harsh supermarket light, glittering as her hands began to tremble. I could see the disbelief warring with denial across her carefully maintained features. "No..." she stammered, her voice cracking and losing that high-and-mighty society edge entirely. The veneer of superiority was crumbling before my eyes. "That's... that's a lie. Graham would never do that. No matter how stubborn he is, no matter how angry he gets about this ridiculous divorce, he would never raise his hands against a woman. He was raised better than that! You're just inventing stories to justify running away with a thief!" Listening to her screech, my mind instantly flashed back to the actual security footage from the apartment lobby. The images had been burned into my brain since the moment I first watched them, f
Jaxx's Point Of ViewMatilda gasped so hard I thought her expensive pearls might snap off her neck. Her chest heaved beneath that cream trench coat, her face transforming from an ugly blotchy red to a dark, angry purple that spread down to her collarbones like spilled wine. "You dare insult me for him?" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she pointed a manicured finger directly at my chest. The diamond on her ring finger caught the fluorescent light, throwing tiny rainbows across the linoleum floor… a beautiful stone on such an ugly gesture. "For that... that bastard?!" The word hung in the air like poison, contaminating everything it touched. I felt my jaw tighten, my teeth grinding together hard enough to ache, but before I could respond, Elena moved. She didn't pause to take a full breath before she stepped into Matilda's space, her small frame rigid, her eyes burning with a wild, dangerous fire I'd never witnessed in her before. This wasn't the soft girl who laughed at my terri
Elena's Point Of ViewThe words hit the air like a splash of dirty water.I froze instantly, my hand pausing mid-air over the handle of the shopping cart. The voice was sharp, grating, and dripping with an ancient, high-society venom that I would recognize anywhere, even if I were a hundred miles away. My stomach dropped, that brief moment of happiness evaporating like morning dew under a scorching sun.The warmth that had been spreading through my chest turned to ice in an instant. Of course. Of course we couldn't have just one normal morning. Of course the universe couldn't let me have this one small thing.I turned my head slowly toward the end of the aisle, my eyes narrowing into slits, and I couldn't stop the massive, exhausted roll of my eyes when I saw exactly who stood there. Of course. Of course it had to be her.Matilda Sinclair. Graham's mother.She stood dressed in a pristine, tailored cream trench coat, an expensive designer leather bag tucked securely under her arm, and
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe hall was silent.Not the kind of silence that lingers after a whisper, but the kind that crashes like a wave freezing mid-air, like a breath caught in the throat, like the world itself holding still. Every eye was on me. Every ear strained. Every heartbeat echoed in the hol
Elena’s Point Of View“This ride’s going to ruin you.”His voice was a promise, a threat, a vow… dark, rough, dripping with the kind of confidence that made my stomach clench and my thighs tremble. The words slithered into my ear, hot and heavy, wrapping around my mind like smoke, clouding every th
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
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







