LOGINCHAPTER NINE: RARE SMILES AND DANGEROUS THOUGHT
CASPIAN'S POV I opened the front door and stopped immediately. My aunt Helena, stood on the other side. She looked shocked when she saw me. Her eyes widened for a second before she controlled her face again. “So you actually came home,” she said, sounding shocked. But her voice was still cold, like always. “Aunt Helena.” I stepped aside and let her in. She walked into the house and looked around. Then she saw Serena sitting at the kitchen island, still eating the lunch I had made. Helena glanced at her. She didn’t say anything. She just nodded once. Then she turned back to me. “There was a board meeting today,” she said. “And you missed it. You didn’t pick your calls. Then I remembered I had left my phone upstairs.” She continued speaking while she held a folder in her hand. “I came to give you the documents myself.” Helena glanced at Serena again. The look was short and sharp. Then she turned and handed the documents to me. Gave me a sharp look and then walked out of the house without another word. The door closed behind her with a soft click. I locked the door and looked at Serena. Her face looked uneasy. She had stopped eating for a moment. The calm expression she had on earlier was gone. I knew Helena’s presence always made her tense. My aunt had that effect on most people. I walked back to the kitchen and sat down across from her again. We went back to eating in silence for a few minutes. The food was still warm. I watched Serena take small bites. She was careful not to look at me for too long. I decided to tell her the news. “Lucas has been moved to the top of the list. He's now a priority.” I said softly. Serena’s head snapped up. For a second she just stared at me. Then her face broke into a real smile. It was bright and full. Something I rarely saw. She only smiled like that when she talked about her brother. The smile reached her eyes and made her whole face soft. “Really?” she asked. Her voice was full of hope. I nodded. “Yes. The procedure is set. You can go and visit him whenever you want. His doctor would contact you directly about everything.” Serena’s smile grew even bigger, clasping her hands in front of her, she said softly, “Thank you, Caspian. Really. Thank you very much.” I looked at her smile and felt something tight in my chest. I wanted to see that smile more. I loved it. I knew I shouldn’t. Attachment was a weakness. Helena had told me that for years. It has been ringing in my head for years. Emotions destroyed my mother. I had built my life on control. But right now, looking at Serena’s happy face, I didn’t care about those rules. I wanted to make her smile more. I cleared my throat and looked down at my plate. “Remember the dinner tonight.” Serena nodded, still smiling. “I remember.” I stood up and walked toward the stairs. When I reached the bottom step, I looked back. Serena was still sitting at the island. She thought I had gone upstairs. She started doing a small happy dance in her seat while she continued eating. Her shoulders moved a little. Her head bobbed. The smile was still on her face. I stood there and watched her for a few seconds. Something warm spread in my chest. It was dangerous. I knew it was. But I couldn’t look away. I turned and walked up the stairs. My mind was full of her smile. The rare one. The one that only appeared when she talked about Lucas. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to be the reason for it more often. Even if I knew it was a bad idea. In the room, I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. The documents Helena had left were still in my hand. I put them on the nightstand without opening them. Work could wait. For the first time in a long time, work could wait. I thought about what she was doing in the study earlier. I would look further into that. I also looked forward to the dinner tonight. I had planned it on purpose. I wanted more time with her. More of that smile. More of the way she looked when she forgot to hate me for a moment. My phone buzzed on the bed. A message from Nathan. I ignored it for now. Everything else could wait. I leaned back and closed my eyes. Serena’s smile stayed in my mind. The happy dance. The soft thank you. The way her face lit up. I knew I was in trouble. I had married her to control a scandal. Now I was staying home from meetings just to cook her lunch and watch after her. Helena would call it weakness. I called it something else. Something I wasn’t ready to name yet. I stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the city buzzed. Inside this house. Tonight at dinner, I would watch her again. I would try to make her smile one more time. Even if it was dangerous. Even if it went against everything I had been taught. I wanted that smile. And I was starting to want the woman who wore it. Then suddenly, a ringing tone snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced around. It wasn't my phone. It was Serena's. “Serena!” I called out as I walked towards the sound. I found it on the nightstand. I picked it up and the name across was strange. “A” Who is “A”? Before I could pick it, Serena appeared in the doorway, looking panicked. “Stop.” she yelled, snatching the phone from me with an unbelievable speed. My brows furrowed. “What the fuck, Serena?”CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY: A PROMISE IN THE DARKBIANCA’S POVThe iron door groaned on its hinges as the security guard unlocked the visiting booth.I stepped inside, my boots sounding softly against the floor. The room was sterile and silent, smelling faintly of bleach, damp stone. But the moment my eyes crossed the room, every cold, uncomfortable detail vanished into the background.Damian was sitting at the bolted metal table.He was wearing the standard orange jumpsuit, his dark hair slightly unkempt, his sharp jawline was now covered with beards. He looked tired, his broad frame slouched slightly against the plastic chair but the second his eyes locked onto mine, that tireness melted away. His dark eyes flared with that brilliant, fierce intensity that had drawn me into hiskorbit three years ago.A slow, crooked smirk touched the corner of his lips."Look who actually kept her promise," Damian murmured, his raspy, gravelly voice echoing softly through the booth."I always
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE: SEASON OF PROMISESSerena’s POVThe first snowfall of the season had transformed the estate into a breathtaking winter sanctuary. Thick, fluffy snow covered the sprawling manicured lawns, weighing down the pine branches along the driveway.While inside, the towering, fifteen-foot tree stood proudly in the center of the grand foyer, its branches draped in fairy lights, glass ornaments, and silver ribbons. The scent of pine, roasted chestnuts, and spiced cinnamon drifted through every hallway."If you drop that ornament, Lucas, I swear I'll let Bianca use your physical therapy resistance bands to tie you to the stair railing," I called out, laughing as I walked into the foyer carrying a tray of hot cocoa topped with marshmallows.Lucas was balanced precariously on the third rung of ao stepladder, trying to hook a crystal star onto one of the upper branches."I have perfect balance, thank you very much!" Lucas shot back, though he quickly used his fr
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT: GATHERING AT THE TABLESerena’s POVThe aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm buttered croissants drifted up the grand staircase, coaxing me out of the plush sanctuary of our bedroom.I smoothed down the front of my sweater, sliding my hands into the pockets of my silk trousers as I walked down the steps. The morning sun poured through the soaring arched windows, painting the marble floors in long streaks of warm, golden light.For the first time in forever the estate didn't feel like a sprawling, empty museum dedicated to silent grief. It felt alive.When I stepped into the sunlit breakfast nook overlooking the formal gardens, I stopped in my tracks, a sweet, overwhelming wave of warmth expanding in my chest.Sitting at the oval marble table was my family.Lucas was buried behind his phone, lazily buttering a slice of sourdough toast while sipping orange juice. Across from him sat Bianca, dressed in an oversized knit sweater she had borrowed f
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN: SANCTUARY AND SHADOWSBianca’s POVThe morning light filtering through the sheer silk drapes of the guest suite was soft, warm, and entirely strange from what I was used to. I never liked a bright room.I blinked my eyes open slowly, staring up at the intricate crown molding of the high ceiling. The mattress beneath me was impossibly plush, swallowed in hcotton that felt nothing like the thin, sagging cots of the shelters, the worn leather of cheap motel beds, or the cold concrete floors I had known for the last ten years.For a second, panic flared in my chest. The instinctual, survivalist fear that I was in a trap. But then the soft, familiar scent of lavender and fresh linen washed over me, and the reality of where I was settled heavily into my bones.I was at the Laurent estate.After the chaotic storm outside my sister's apartment, Serena had put her hands on her hips, looked me dead in the eye with a stubborn, unyielding expression she got wh
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SIX: BRINGING HER TO THE PARENTS SERENA'S POVThe car glided along the quiet winding roads, leaving the bustling heart of the city behindI leaned back into the seat, wrapping my wool coat a little tighter around my shoulders. Every few miles, I turned my head to glance at Caspian. He drove with one hand casually holding the steering wheel while his other rested comfortably over mine on the center console, his long fingers casually tracing slow patterns over my knuckles. His face was relaxed, but there was an unmistakable weight behind his eyes. "Caspian," I finally broke the silence, my voice soft. "Where are we going?"A small smile touched the corner of his lips. He didn't turn his head, merely keeping his eyes on the road ahead. "You'll see soon, sweetheart."I let out a sigh, shaking my head. "You really love keeping me in the dark lately, don't you? If this is another surprise garden, I should warn you I didn't bring my camera."A chuckle escap
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE: NEW HORIZONS CASPIAN'S POV The bathroom mirror reflected a man who had finally reclaimed his life.I stood in front of the marble vanity, leaning my hands against the sink, staring directly into my own reflection. The silk robe hung loosely around my shoulders. The sun was just rising. My phone sat on the vanity, its screen still glowing faintly from the call that had woken me twenty minutes ago.Chief Inspector Vance.The news had been short. The Swiss authorities had completed the paperwork overnight. Helena was no longer in a holding cell in Zurich; she had been brought back to American soil under heavy federal escort hours ago. She was currently being processed in a federal detention facility downtown, and her preliminary court hearing was set for exactly one week from today.One week.Seven days until my father’s murderer, the woman who had spent years tearing my family apart from the inside, stood before a judge to answer for her crimes. F







