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Fifty Eight

Author: B . A Lumina
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-26 01:07:01

ELENA POV

It takes me a full day to build the nerve to do it. The next part of my plan now that I have Daemon in a chokehold.

This is the best time to take advantage of our closeness.

Marco is in the study when I walk in, papers scattered, phone at his ear, voice low and clipped. He glances up, frowns slightly, and holds up a finger.

I wait, heart beating too fast, trying to look casual.

When he finally ends the call, he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Something wrong, Elena?”

“Not exactly,” I say, stepping closer. “I… actually need your help.”

His brows lift, surprised. “My help?”

“Yes,” I nod, forcing a tiny, awkward laugh. “But you can’t tell Alex.”

His eyes narrow immediately. “Why?”

“I want to do something… risky,” I say carefully, letting my gaze drop. “For Alex. To protect him.”

Marco’s silent. His eyes search my face like he’s trying to see past my words.

“Go on,” he says finally, voice softer.

“I think someone close to Daemon might know wh
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    ELENA POV I should feel nothing after all this is a mission. A lie. A carefully spun game. But walking into Daemon’s office again, knowing what I’m about to do, still makes my pulse race. The receptionist watches me for the second time like I’ve grown two heads. Of course she does. I’m Alexander Bianchi’s wife. What business do I have coming here, especially after the last time I was here and bumping into Rachel in the elevator.The rumor mill must be spinning out of control, good I smirk at that thought Daemon stands by the window, back turned, sleeves rolled up, phone to his ear. The view of Manhattan sprawls behind him, but his gaze snaps to me the second I step inside. “Elena.” His voice drops an octave. Warm. Too warm. “Am I early?” I ask, feigning innocence. He hangs up. “Never too early for you.” I walk closer, careful, each step calculated. My dress clings to my hips, chosen for this moment. His gaze drags over me openly. “Interesting choice,” he murmurs, nodding at

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    RACHEL POVShe shouldn’t have been there. Every time I close my eyes, I see her, Elena. Standing by the school fence, watching Ava like she belongs to her. Like she remembers. I had caught a glimpse of her, it was small, but it's enough to to add fire to my claims. I pace the living room, fingers drumming against the back of the chair. Daemon isn’t here. Of course he isn’t. He’s probably off chasing her, flirting, lying, pretending this is all part of the plan. But what if it isn’t? What if the bitch actually remembers? Ava’s soft footsteps pad into the room. “Mommy?” I turn too fast, my voice sharp. “What?” She flinches. My chest twists with guilt. “Sorry, baby,” I force out. “What is it?” She holds up a broken hairclip. “It snapped.” “Oh.” My voice comes out softer now. “We’ll get another.” Ava nods, but her big dark eyes watch me, worried. She looks so much like her mother, it makes my stomach churn. “Go pack your backpack,” I say gently. “We’re going away for a while.”

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    RACHEL POVThe doors slide open, and there she is.Standing right there in the elevator, looking as calm as a goddamn statue. Elena Royal-Bianchi. She lifts her head when she sees me. Her lips curve, just slightly. Not wide enough to be friendly. Just enough to look amused. “Elena,” I say, stepping in beside her. The elevator doors close, trapping us together. “Rachel,” she replies, smooth and unbothered. The silence hums. The numbers above the door tick down floor by floor. I fold my arms, leaning back against the mirrored wall. “You know,” I start lightly, “you’re brave. Walking into my husband’s office like that.” Her eyebrow arches, but she doesn’t flinch. “Your husband? Oh… right. Daemon.” Her voice drips innocent curiosity. “I thought it was business.” “You and Daemon,” I continue, ignoring her tone, “I don’t know what you think this is, but we’re locked together. Forever. Nothing and no one is coming between us.” She tilts her head, lips curving just a touch mor

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    ELENA POV It takes me a full day to build the nerve to do it. The next part of my plan now that I have Daemon in a chokehold. This is the best time to take advantage of our closeness. Marco is in the study when I walk in, papers scattered, phone at his ear, voice low and clipped. He glances up, frowns slightly, and holds up a finger. I wait, heart beating too fast, trying to look casual. When he finally ends the call, he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Something wrong, Elena?” “Not exactly,” I say, stepping closer. “I… actually need your help.” His brows lift, surprised. “My help?” “Yes,” I nod, forcing a tiny, awkward laugh. “But you can’t tell Alex.” His eyes narrow immediately. “Why?” “I want to do something… risky,” I say carefully, letting my gaze drop. “For Alex. To protect him.” Marco’s silent. His eyes search my face like he’s trying to see past my words. “Go on,” he says finally, voice softer. “I think someone close to Daemon might know wh

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