LOGIN“I think Ms. Lorelie is different from her family” Connor suddenly said with a shrug.“I don’t trust her,” I said flatly, tossing the phone back to Connor. “Her father could’ve ordered her to get close to me. Play the obedient wife until she finds what they need.”Leon crossed his arms. “You think she knows?”“I think she knows something. Or she will. And if she doesn’t… I’ll make sure she does.”I glanced toward the locked bedroom door, the silence pressing behind it.“Let’s see how long she can keep playing innocent. She’s either buried in it… or being buried by them. Either way,” I said, coldly, “she's a Montgomery. And I don't trust anything with that name.”Connor smirked, tapping his fingers on the table. “So now you’re a husband. Who knew?”“I’m whatever I need to be to bring that family down.”Leon flicked open the silver lighter with a snap. The flame danced briefly before I nodded. He held the flame under the edge of the letter until the paper curled and blackened, disintegr
Sebastian Kingston’s POVThe moment we entered the suite—an expansive, over-furnished hotel room that tried too hard to mimic the warmth of a home—I felt the weight of the day press against my skull. The lights dimmed automatically. Everything was silent. Just the way I preferred.I was heading for the adjoining living room when I heard her voice.“Where are you going?”I stopped at the threshold and turned my head slightly. Lorelie stood a few feet away, still in her silk white dress that hugged every curve of her body, her hands fidgeting at her sides. Her blonde hair had come slightly undone, and the soft lighting made her skin glow. Her blue eyes met mine.She really was beautiful. Objectively speaking, she was stunning. Perfect symmetry. Graceful posture. Hourglass body and a perfect face. Someone a Montgomery can brag about and demand a higher price for her.But that was all she was—beauty, bred and polished for politics. A name I married for convenience.I studied her a second
The man smiled. Not kindly. Just enough to show yellowed teeth and the confidence of a man who believed money made him charming.I’d seen him before. Maybe once or twice at home, always in closed-door meetings with my father. I never learned his name, but I knew enough to be wary. Anyone who dealt with my father behind closed doors wasn’t someone I wanted to chat with on a balcony.He smiled politely. “Mrs. Kingston.”The words made my stomach tighten again. I gave a courteous nod, my grip tightening around the stem of my glass.“Congratulations,” he said with a soft chuckle, stepping beside me to look out at the view. “A stunning ceremony.”I offered a strained smile.“You’ve grown up beautifully,” he said, voice thick with an accent and something stickier—intent.I gripped the railing tighter, forcing a polite smile. “Thank you.”His eyes drifted down, lingered a second too long. “Shame, really,” he muttered.I blinked, my body tensing. “Excuse me?”He chuckled, stepping a little cl
I stood near the corner of the reception hall, half-shadowed by the towering floral arrangement behind me. I took a sip from my wine glass, letting the sharp taste settle on my tongue.Across the room, Sebastian was deep in conversation with his family. My parents stood beside them, smiling like they belonged. Von hovered nearby, nodding along with every word. They looked like a perfectly assembled cabinet of power.“Lorelie.”I turned, blinking as Venice stepped into view. Her hair was perfectly pinned, her makeup perfect, but her eyes softened when they met mine.“You look… breathtaking,” she said honestly, giving my gown a once-over. “I mean it. I don’t think anyone here could compete with you tonight.”I forced a small smile. “That’s the idea, right?”“Hmmm….I guess you’re right,” She tilted her head. “Are you okay?”The words caught me off guard—not because they were unexpected, but because they sounded too kind for a night like this.“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly. “I’m not
I stood at the top of the grand staircase, my hand resting lightly on the railing as I tried to steady my breath. The ballroom stretched below. Laughter and conversation drifted up, but they felt far away. Distant. Like I wasn’t really here.My dress clung like silk to my skin—because it was. A custom-designed champagne gown with a soft train that trailed behind me. The fabric shimmered faintly with every movement, catching the light.Sebastian stood tall, dignified in his tailored black suit. The perfect image of a rising political star.My jaw clenched, still feeling the ghost of earlier—the grip on my arms, the words I couldn’t forget, the way Sebastian’s eyes had raked over me without remorse. I closed my eyes for one shallow second.Behind me, I heard the low murmur of his voice—confident and composed as always, finishing a phone call in that authoritative tone. Then the line clicked off.“Lorelie.”I opened my eyes. Sebastian approached, slipping his phone into his inner coat po
A knock pulled me from my thoughts.“You forgot your clothes,” Sebastian’s voice came through the door.“I’m fine!” I called out, too fast. “I’ll—I’ll get them later.”I waited. I sighed when I heard nothing. But then—the door opened. My eyes widened at how he managed to open it when she locked it earlier.My heart dropped. “Wait—!” I gasped, instinctively reaching for the towel hanging on the rack.Sebastian didn’t look shocked or sorry. He stepped just inside, holding a folded set of clothes in one hand.“Next time,” he said coolly, “don’t go against my word”His gaze didn’t roam. He didn’t leer. But the way he stood—so composed, so unaffected—was somehow worse. I snatched the towel and wrapped it tightly around myself; my back pressed to the far wall.“I said I was fine,” I hissed.There was silence. I turned to go back to showering—until I heard the distinct click of the lock. The door creaked open. My heart slammed against my ribs. Sebastian stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping







