LOGINROOSEVELT POV "These numbers are wrong, Nixie," I said, tapping my pen against the file on my desk.Nixie sighed heavily and dropped into the chair across from me, she was wearing a black blazer, but she had applied a thick layer of foundation over her left cheek, I could still see the faint, dark shadow of a bruise underneath."I know they are wrong, Rose," Nixie groaned, rubbing her temples. "The client is trying to cut the budget by thirty percent. Mr. Conti wants the luxury marble, but he wants to pay for cheap tile.""We do not use cheap tile," I said firmly. "This is Vance Architecture and we don't lower our standards just because a client is cheap.""I told him that," Nixie said, leaning forward. "But he is threatening to pull the contract, he said he will take his hotel project to another firm if we don't agree to his price by noon today."I leaned back in my chair and looked at my best friend. "Are you okay, Nixie?" I asked softly, changing the subject. "Your face still loo
MATEO’S POV"Mr. Thompson?"I stood up quickly from the plastic chair in the waiting room. "How is she, Doctor?"The doctor sighed heavily and removed his glasses. "She is alive but she is in very bad shape, sir, she has severe malnutrition and frostbite, also she is likely to have temporary memory loss, so you may have to repeat anything you say hours later again.""Can I talk to her?" I asked, my voice tight."You can go into her room, but she cannot answer you," the doctor warned gently. "Her body went into extreme shock from the freezing cold and the trauma of living on the streets, her muscles are completely stiff and she cannot move well, and she cannot speak a word right now.""Will she survive?" I asked, glancing down the hallway."Yes because you brought her here just in time," the doctor responded with a nod. "Do you know her name, sir? We need to contact her family.""She has no family," I said coldly. "I will pay all her medical bills, put her in your best private VIP suit
MATEO’S POV"Are the contracts for the Hudson project finalized, Leo?" I asked, my voice cutting through the wind."Yes, Mr. Thompson, the legal team sent them over an hour ago," Leo said in my earpiece."Good, have them printed and on my desk by eight tomorrow morning, I want to review every single clause before the board meeting.""Sir, it is almost midnight, you are still working?""Money doesn't sleep, Leo neither do I.""It has been two weeks, Mr. Thompson, you haven't taken a single day off since we landed in New York and you are running on coffee and three hours of sleep.""I didn't move my entire life across the ocean to take a vacation, I came here to build an empire.""I know, sir but you are pushing yourself too hard, you need to rest, the company will not collapse if you take one evening to breathe.""I will rest when Thompson Enterprises owns this city but until then, we work.""Is this about the business, sir? Or is this still about her?""Do not mention her name, Leo."
NIXIE’S POVI stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows move across. My heart felt heavy, pounding against my bruised ribs.How did he know? My mind raced as I clutched the phone to my chest, how could he possibly know that I told Zyran to call off the guards?I pulled the phone out from under my pillow, my hands shook so much I could barely unlock the screen, I read the second text message that appeared beneath his first one.“Those goons in black suits kicked my motel door right off the hinges, Nixie, they had me pinned to the dirty carpet, ready to drag me to the airport, until the leader's phone rang, so he looked down at me with disgust and said that my ex-wife begged for my pathetic life, telling me I was lucky you still cared.”A hot tear slipped down my swollen cheek, stinging the fresh cut on my lip.I shouldn’t go, I should block his number and lock my doors, I should let him rot in whatever cheap motel he was hiding in. My mind screamed at me to be smart, to protect the b
NIXIE'S POVZyran let out a long, frustrated sigh and pulled his phone from his pocket. "Marcus," Zyran said, anger tightening his voice. "Stand down and cancel the order." "Sir?" Marcus replied, sounding confused. "We are there already, in fact, directly in front of him." "I said stand down," Zyran growled. "Do not touch him, pull the men back." Zyran hung up and looked at me. "It’s done," he said quietly. "He’s free." "Thank you," I whispered. I forced a smile, bright and reassuring, but completely fake."Nixie, sit down," Rose said quickly, worry filling her eyes. "I’m getting the first-aid kit and you’re staying in our guest room today, you can’t leave my sight." "No, Rose," I protested, stepping toward the door. "I’m going home." Rose frowned and reached for my hand. "You can’t be alone right now, he just attacked you." "I’m fine," I lied smoothly, keeping my fake smile in place. "Zyran called off the guards because Liam is a coward, so he’s probably running out of the
ROOSEVELT’S POV"Daddy, you burned it!"Lorna’s loud giggle filled the kitchen."I did not burn it, little bug," Zyran said playfully. "It is just extra crispy and that is how the best chefs in Italy make it.""No, they don't!" Lorna laughed. "It looks like a black rock!"I stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, smiling as I listened to them.I walked into the kitchen, Zyran was by the stove, wearing a casual white t-shirt and sweatpants. He held a spatula and looked down at a very black, ruined pancake in the pan, Lorna sat at the kitchen island, kicking her feet and pointing at him."Good morning," I said softly.Zyran looked up, and his eyes brightened, he dropped the spatula, walked over to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, he kissed me deeply."Good morning, my beautiful wife," Zyran murmured against my lips."Ew! Kisses!" Lorna covered her eyes with her tiny hands.Zyran laughed and pulled back. "I am trying to make breakfast, Roosevelt but your daughter is a ve
ROOSEVELT’S POVI sat in the back of the SUV, pulling Zyran’s suit jacket tighter around my shoulders as I shivered.I watched him through the tinted glass staring at his phone screen.Suddenly, his whole body went rigid.The phone slipped from his fingers and he didn't even try to catch it. He jus
ROOSEVELT’S POVMy head snapped to the side. A sharp, burning pain shot across my face. I stumbled back, hitting my hip against the table. I tasted warm copper in my mouth.For a moment, the room was silent."What the hell are you doing?!" Zyran roared.His deep voice shook the crystal glasses on t
The ride back to the mansion were moments of tears and exhaustion.When my cab finally pulled up to the iron gates, the house was dark except for the bright light coming from the living room window.I took a deep breath and placed my hand over my flat stomach, drawing strength from the tiny heartbe
ROOSEVELT’S POVThe cold night air hit my face, but I struggled to breathe.The pain in my stomach felt like a hot knife twisting inside me. I grabbed the rough brick wall of the building, my fingers scraping against the stomach as I shut my eyes tight.Please, no, I begged silently. Not my baby. P







