Mag-log inCHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN: TERRORCASPIAN’S POVFive minutes.It had been almost five agonizing minutes since Serena had excused herself from my side, and she still hadn't returned to the main floor.I stood near the edge of the central marble staircase, completely isolated in the middle of a bustling crowd of billionaires, politicians, and media moguls. On the outside, I maintained my posture not to show my worry, nodding along as two prominent foreign investors droned on about regional market share and post gala press releases. But beneath the calmd demeanor, every single nerve in my body was drawn tight as a bowstring.My eyes kept darting across the ballroom, scanning the sea of evening gowns and sharp tuxedos, searching desperately for the delicate, champagne colored backless gown that had taken my breath away just moments ago.Where was she?She had been so shaken, her dark eyes filled with a raw, desperate urgency as she gripped my wrists and tried to warn me. Her hushed
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN: DANGER TINGLING SERENA’S POVSome men had approached Capsian and I had used that opportunity to slip out of the ballroom. I couldn't hear what Lucas was saying and the suffocating noise inside the ballroom was beginning to make my head throb.I slipped away from the bustling crowd, taking a quiet side exit that led into a long, dimly lit corridor away from the main hall. The floor here was covered in thick, crimson carpets that completely swallowed the sound of my high heels, and the loud music faded into a soft, muffled hum behind the velvet drapery.I needed a second to breathe. I needed a quiet space to clear my head, steady my erratic pulse, and figure out how to get Caspian away from his corporate obligations before Damian and Aunt Helena could launch their strike.I placed the phone to my ear again, trying to hear what Lucas was saying as a wave of quick, anxious worry washed over me. He was supposed to be resting in bed by this time so why wa
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN: CHANGE OF PLANSDAMIAN’S POVShit!The whispered as I forced my expression to remain smooth, stepping deeper into the dimmer part of the ballroom a corridor away from the main bright ballroom.My pulse pounded in my ears. Across that crowded floor, I had watched Serena’s lips move. I had seen the sudden, desperate intensity in her eyes, the way she gripped Caspian’s wrists, and the instant, heavy shift in his posture. She knew. I didn't know how the hell she knew, but it didn't matter. She was handing Caspian the exact key he needed to blow our entire operation wide open before the main stage announcement.If Caspian called his security detail right now, if he alerted the board directors or locked down the estate’s private networks, months of meticulous planning would burn to the ground in minutes.I picked up my pace, taking the steps of the grand side staircase two at a time, retreating into the upper balcony level where the lights were dim and th
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN: STANDING A MOMENT AWAYSERENA’S POVThe moment I stepped through the grand entrance into the main ballroom, the sheer weight of a hundred staring eyes pressed against me. The vast room was a dizzying spectacle of glittering socialites, towering floral arrangements, and rich silk gowns, but I barely registered the high-society crowd.My gaze swept across the floor, searching frantically through the sea of tuxedos and gowns until my eyes locked directly onto him.Caspian.He was standing near the staircase, tall, and striking in his dark tailored tuxedo. The second his dark eyes met mine, the rest of the crowded room seemed to melt away. He was staring at me with an intensity so fierce, it felt as though he wanted to swallow me whole. There was an open hunger in his expression that made my heart give a sudden thud against my ribs.A warm blush crept up my neck, heating my cheeks despite my best efforts to maintain a cool, composed posture. I took a slow
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN: YOU'D SEECASPIAN’S POVThe grand ballroom of the Devon estate was a dazzling sea of shimmering chandeliers, flowing champagne, and chatter.I stood near the grand marble staircase, dressed in my tailored black tuxedo, holding a glass of sparkling water. On the surface, I was the picture of absolute composure, the formidable CEO of Laurent International, commanding respect from every corner of the room. Beside me stood Mr. Vance, one of the most powerful global venture capitalists in the country, talking about a massive corporate expansion deal."We are looking at finalizing the terms by next quarter, Caspian," Mr. Vance said, swirling his glass as he leaned in closer. "A one-billion-dollar joint infrastructure contract. It’s a historic figure, even for Laurent International. My board is entirely on board, provided the internal stability of your executive committee remains as solid as ever.""You have my personal guarantee, Vance," I replied smoothly,
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN: TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT DAMIAN’S POVI stood in the center of the dimly lit dressing room, adjusting the stiff white cuffs of my dress shirt. The hum of the city outside was barely audible through the thick glass. Tonight was the accumulation of endless months of patience, silent wire transfers, secret midnight meetings, and painstaking maneuvering. Everything we had sacrificed, every indignity we had quietly swallowed while watching Caspian Laurent sit comfortably on his throne, it all converged on this single evening.Soft, quiet footsteps crossed the floor behind me.I looked up into the mirror as she stepped into the soft frame of the vanity light. She stopped directly in front of me, reaching up with delicate, steady fingers to take hold of the unfastened black silk bowtie resting over my collar."Hold still," she murmured softly, her dark eyes locking onto mine through the glass before dropping to focus on her hands.I kept my body completely sti







