INICIAR SESIÓNThe wrought-iron gates of the Reeves Estate looked less like the entrance to a home and more like the entrance to a fortress.
Yes the Reeves estateAn official invitation was sent to us from the Reeves for Lunch and to discuss wedding preparationsAs our car slowly drove up the massive, winding driveway, I pressed my hands against my lap to stop them from shaking."Holy..." Mia whispered from the backseat, her face practically pressed against the windowThe private dinner at the Reeves Estate was beautiful, intimate, and exhausting.By the time the clock struck eleven, my father had been escorted to a luxurious guest suite on the ground floor, Ethan had driven Mia home, and Grandmother Eleanor had dramatically announced that she was retiring for the evening."Goodnight, my beautiful children," Eleanor had said, kissing my cheek before giving Alexander a pointed, entirely unsubtle look. "Do not let me see either of you before nine o'clock tomorrow morning." My face had instantly burned.Alexander had simply nodded, his expression completely blank. "Goodnight, Grandmother." And now, here I was. Standing in the absolute center of the General's private master suite in the East Wing. The room was larger than my entire childhood home. It was decorated in deep charcoals, crisp whites, and dark mahogany wood.It smelled faintly of cedar and his expensive, masculine cologne. It was meticulously clean, highly organized, and completely te
The wrought-iron gates of the Reeves Estate looked less like the entrance to a home and more like the entrance to a fortress. Yes the Reeves estate An official invitation was sent to us from the Reeves for Lunch and to discuss wedding preparations As our car slowly drove up the massive, winding driveway, I pressed my hands against my lap to stop them from shaking. "Holy..." Mia whispered from the backseat, her face practically pressed against the window."Grace, you aren't marrying a man. You're marrying a kingdom."My dad chuckled from the front passenger seat. "Behave yourself, Mia. Don't go touching their expensive vases.""I make no promises, papa Zane," Mia grinned, leaning forward to rest her chin on my shoulder. "Besides, as Grace's unofficial sister, it is my duty to inspect the premises." Dad smiled warmly at that. Since my mom passed away, Mia had practically lived most times a
The doorbell echoed through the house.It sounded louder than usual. More demanding. "Grace! The door!" Dad called from downstairs. "Coming!" I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress, took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs. Every step felt like I was walking toward the edge of a cliff. I reached the front door. Turned the handle. And pulled it open.Alexander stood on the porch. He wore a crisp, dark navy button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his thick forearms, and tailored black trousers. Somehow, the casual clothes didn't make him look any less intimidating.He was ten years older than me, and it showed in the absolute authority he radiated. He completely dominated the small space of our porch. His gray eyes locked onto mine. Sharp. Observant. Quiet. "Good evening, Grace," he said. His voice was a deep rumble that sent a very weird, very sudden shiver down my spine. "G-Good e
I stared at the large clock hanging above the examination hall. Two minutes left. My pen hovered over the final question of my advanced pediatric nursing paper. I read my answer one last time.Exhaled loudly. And closed the booklet. Done. Finally, incredibly, wonderfully done.The weight of the past four years lifted off my shoulders so fast I felt lightheaded. No more midnight cramming sessions.No more falling asleep on textbooks. I was twenty-two years old, and I was officially finished with my final nursing exams. The invigilator called for our papers. I handed mine over with a smile I couldn't suppress.When I pushed through the heavy double doors of the campus building, the bright afternoon sun almost blinded me. "Grace!"Before my eyes could even adjust, a blur of energy collided with me. Mia wrapped her arms around my neck
Alexander regarded me steadily for a long, agonizing moment.Then, he leaned back in his chair. "I'll try." I blinked. Thoroughly stunned."...Try?" "My profession has made it a reflex." His voice remained perfectly serious. Though I thought I saw a dangerous glimmer of amusement in his storm-gray eyes."I may forget." I stared at him. "So..." "Feel free to remind me." I couldn't help the small smile that broke through my embarrassment."I think I'll be too scared to correct you." "You'll adjust." The absolute certainty in his deep voice hit me. A fresh swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach. Not romantic butterflies.Panic butterflies. Definitely panic butterflies. He closed his folder with a decisive snap."Anything else?" I thought for a moment. Tracing the edge of my paper.Then I shook my head. "No. I'm okay with everything." "I have some conditions." I immediately fr
My heartbeat refused to cooperate. It hammered against my ribs. A frantic, erratic rhythm.I followed the broad line of Alexander’s shoulders down a quiet hallway. The corridor was lined with framed military photographs. Medals locked away in pristine glass cases. And quiet landscape paintings that seemed to be trying—and failing—to soften the severe, disciplined aura of the floor.The silence between us wasn't uncomfortable. It was... thick.Heavy. Like every footstep echoed a little too loudly.Like the air itself was holding its breath. We stopped outside a massive, dark wooden door. Alexander pushed it open with effortless ease. He stepped aside, his tall frame taking up entirely too much space. "After you." I hesitated for half a second. My lungs tight. Then, I forced myself to walk in.The office was spacious but surprisingl







