Mag-log inLila Montgomery ran from her past straight into a lie. The city gave her polish, power, and a perfect fiancé. Then her father died—and the outlaw empire she abandoned called her home. Waiting at the center of it is Jacob North. Her brother’s enforcer. Her father’s blade. The man who’s loved her in silence for years and looks at her like she’s already his favorite sin. Jacob is danger wrapped in devotion. Every glance dares her to fall. Every touch promises ruin. But there’s another choice. Marco Moore, the family’s calm, brilliant lawyer, offers her something Jacob never can—safety without fire, love without blood. With Marco, she could walk away clean. With Jacob, she burns. When her fiancé’s betrayal detonates and enemies close in, Lila is forced to choose between the man who would destroy the world for her… and the man who could save her from it. Two men. One crown. And a desire that refuses to be tamed.
view moreLila’s POV“THIS PLACE finally feels like mine.”The words slipped out of me in a hush, almost like I was afraid the house itself might hear and decide to argue.For a long moment, no one said anything.Dust motes drifted lazily in the sunlight, turning the air almost dreamlike, and for the first time since I had stepped back into Montgomery Estate after my father’s death, the silence did not feel hostile.It felt peaceful.Jacob stood beside me, close enough that the warmth of his shoulder brushed mine.His gaze moved slowly across the room before settling on me.“It always was yours.”I let out a soft breath that almost became a laugh.“No,” I said, turning to look at him. “Not really. Not until now.”He studied my face, his expression gentling.The kind that came from knowing every fracture in me and loving me
Lila’s POV“STAY WITH me.”The words left me before I could second-guess them.Barely above a whisper.But in the quiet aftermath of everything, they sounded louder than any scream I had made that night.Jacob had just turned toward the door, as if to give me space after the authorities escorted Adrian out and Marco disappeared down the hall with the restored estate documents in his hands.That was who Jacob had always been.Never taking more space than I offered.Never assuming his presence was owed.Always leaving the choice with me.But tonight, after the storm, after the chapel, after the truth cracked open inside my father’s study, I could not bear the thought of being alone.His hand stilled on the brass doorknob.Slowly, he turned back to me.The fire had burned lower behind us, throwing the room into a softer gold, and in that light, the ex
Lila’s POV“WHERE IS Adrian?”The question ripped out of me before the rain had even stopped stinging my face.It came out sharper than I meant it to, raw with panic and fury, and it cut through the storm-dark garden where Theodore was still pinned beneath Jacob’s control.Marco’s chest rose and fell hard as he reached us, rain dripping from his hair onto the collar of his shirt.“He’s not in the front drive,” he said, breathless. “The car is gone.”“No.”The word left my mouth like a refusal of reality itself.Theodore laughed from the ground, the sound ugly and thin.“He always was good at knowing when the floor was about to collapse.”I turned on him so fast the world seemed to narrow into that one moment.“Where?”His smile sharpened.“You really don’t kno
Lila’s POV“JACOB!”The scream tore out of me before I even realized I was shouting.It split through the chapel like a blade.One second the room had been frozen in the aftermath of my father’s voice ringing through the speakers, the truth cracking open in front of every guest seated beneath the vaulted ceilings of Montgomery Estate’s private chapel.The next, Theodore moved.He did not stumble into panic the way guilty men in stories did.He moved with calculation.With survivaland cold instinct of a man who had spent his life building exits before anyone knew there was a fire.His chair scraped sharply against the marble floor as he shoved back from the front pew.Gasps erupted around us.Someone near the aisle cried out.The officiant stepped back, pale and confused, the ceremony abandoned in the wake of ruin.Theodore’s f
Lila’s POVSLEEP REFUSEDme.I lay in the dark of my old bedroom, listening to the estate settle into its false quiet.The gunshot replayed in my head, not the sound but the aftermath. Jacob’s body in front of mine. Adr
Lila’s POVI THOUGHT avoidance would dull things.That if I learned how to look past Jacob, how to occupy my hands with books and cups of tea and meaningless tasks, the ache would quiet. I thought shame would be louder than longing.I was wrong.Avoidance did not erase him. It sharpened him. It mad
Lila’s POVTHE POWER did not come back on all at once.It returned in pieces. Hallway lights first. Emergency systems humming unevenly. The house waking up like nothing had happened, even though everything had.By morning, the estate looked normal again. Too normal.No one mentioned the blackout ou
Lila’s POVTHE GARDEN looked different at night. Not romantic. Not soft. Just older.The hedges rose higher than they did during the day, shadows folding inward like they were listening. The stone path held the day’s warmth, seeping up through the thin soles of my shoes, grounding me in a way the h
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