LOGINVivienne’s head jerks toward me, confusion and anger battling in her eyes. “Shut up, Ivy.”“He married me because I was young and stupid and inherited millions,” I continue, ignoring the gun aimed at my head. “But you—” I pause, my tone softening into a cruel smile. “You were the one who handed him
VICTORIA“What’s taking so long, Chase?” Harry barks, his voice cutting through the tension like a crack of thunder.He’s been pacing for the last ten minutes, every movement sharp, restless, the gun twitching slightly in his hand as his patience wears thin.Chase sits calmly across the room, his wr
The rope slips; red blooms where the cord rubbed. She coughs, breath ragged, and for the briefest second, I see the raw, human relief on her face and I almost lose myself.Harry’s skepticism is a physical thing. He lingers, watching, not trusting the whole of the room to breath. He steps closer to m
I sit at the desk — the wood is warm where my palms have been a thousand times. My chair creaks. The desktop terminal is exactly as it should be, blank and expectant. Harry doesn’t let me near the secure keypad at first; he watches me like a hawk, his gun never leaving the space between my shoulder
CHASEMy hands ache where the ropes cut into my wrists. The marble beneath me is cold, and the city lights blur beyond the glass — and inside me, there's one fiery thing: fury. It tastes like copper, regret, and a hundred promises I doubt I can keep.Victoria sits across from me with that broken, fi
She takes out something. It’s a gun.“Vivienne—” I whisper, breath catching.She smiles, cruel and calm and Harry steps forward, snatching the gun from her hand.“You think this will make me help you?” Chase spits. “I’d rather die.”Harry stares at him for a hot second, walks up to him, and presses







