MasukMarcus’s gaze didn’t leer. Didn’t devour. It studied. Careful. Intimate in a way that felt misplaced for a stranger. Like someone trying to recognize a face from a dream.Elena’s spine straightened almost imperceptibly.That was strange.She’d been stared at her whole life. By enemies. By admirers. By men who wanted to own her and women who wanted to be her. None of it ever touched her like this.This did.Not threatening.Not familiar.Just… unsettling.Roman pulled his chair out beside her and sat, posture tall, presence unmistakable. He didn’t break eye contact with Marcus when he spoke.“Marcus,” he said evenly.Marcus turned to him at last, expression smoothing into polite ease. “Roman. Thank you for coming.”The handshake was brief. Firm. Controlled.A test.Marcus passed it without effort.Jace, meanwhile, was beaming.“Oh my God, I’m so glad this finally happened,” he said, sliding into the seat beside Marcus, close enough that their shoulders brushed. “This is perfect. You al
Marcus arrived ten minutes early.He hated waiting on other people’s time, but tonight wasn’t about control. It was about precision.He parked across the street from the restaurant, engine still running, the soft purr of it filling the silence as the city lights reflected off the windshield.The place was exactly what he’d expected Jace to choose. Tasteful. Intimate. Public enough to feel safe. Dim enough to feel personal. A location designed to lower guards.Marcus leaned back in the seat and exhaled slowly.Once.Twice.Not nerves. Never nerves. Focus.Through the glass, he could already see movement inside. Couples leaning toward each other. Soft laughter. A server adjusting a table setting with practiced grace. Everything orderly. Predictable.His phone buzzed.A message from Jace.We’re on our way!!!Marcus’s mouth curved slightly. Not a smile. A calculation settling into place.He shut off the engine and stepped out of the car, jacket settling perfectly on his shoulders.He adju
They moved from store to store after that, the mood lightening.Jace picked accessories with theatrical seriousness. Elena humored him, letting him choose earrings, shoes, even a clutch she didn’t need but accepted anyway.Roman paid without comment, watching the way Elena’s posture changed as she tried things on, how she slipped effortlessly back into a version of herself that commanded rooms.By the time they returned to the estate, dusk had settled fully.Upstairs, the getting ready process unfolded like a ritual.Jace claimed one of the guest rooms, music blaring as he tried on shirts, discarded half of them, then tried them on again.Elena retreated to her bedroom, calm and precise, changing with practiced ease. Roman moved in and out quietly, swapping shirts, fixing his hair, checking his watch more than once.When Elena finally stepped out, fully ready, Roman turned at the sound of the door and forgot what time it was supposed to be.The dress, the heels, the way she carried he
They were halfway to the foyer when the front doors opened.Roman stepped in like he always did, quiet power, tailored perfection, the air shifting subtly around him as if the house itself recognized its owner had returned.He hadn’t even taken two steps before his eyes found Elena.And stopped.For a beat, he just looked at her.Then he crossed the distance in three long strides, cupped her face without ceremony, and kissed her, slow, unhurried, familiar in a way that made it clear this wasn’t for show. It was instinct. Claim. Home.Jace turned away immediately, grinning like an overexcited third wheel. “I am respectfully pretending I do not exist.”Roman pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Elena’s. His thumb brushed her cheek.“You look…” he paused, eyes darkening slightly, “…dangerous.”Elena smiled. “Is that a compliment?”“It’s a warning,” he murmured, then kissed her once more, softer this time.Only then did he glance toward Jace. “Hey.”Jace straightened like
Jace was already pacing, hands in his hair, joy spilling out of him unchecked. “This is perfect. This is literally perfect. You’re going to see what I see. You’re going to like him. I know you are.”Elena didn’t say anything to that.Then Jace stopped mid step and snapped his fingers.“Oh.”She narrowed her eyes. “Oh what?”“We can make it a double date.”“No,” she said instantly.Jace ignored her completely.“Roman should come.”“Absolutely not.”Jace turned, eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. “Come on. It’ll make it normal. Balanced. And Roman can intimidate Marcus a little so you feel better.”Elena sighed. “That’s exactly why Roman shouldn’t come.”“But that’s the fun part,” Jace grinned. “Plus, Roman’s been hovering around you like a very expensive bodyguard. He needs fresh air.”She opened her mouth to shut it down. Then she looked at Jace again. Really looked.At the way his shoulders were lifted with anticipation. At the glow in his face. At how rare it was to see h
Across the city, Mrs. Harrow watched the apology in silence. Her fingers curled slowly around the armrest of her chair.“So,” she whispered, “they’re protecting her.”Her lips pressed into a thin line.The scapegoat was being marched into court.The system was closing ranks. And Elena Sinclair Thorne was walking free.Mrs. Harrow didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. She smiled. A brittle, dangerous smile that promised this wasn’t over.Elsewhere, Marcus stood in the shadows of a quiet hallway, watching the same broadcast on his phone.The apology didn’t move him. The arraignment didn’t interest him. Only Elena did.Free.Unbroken.Still untouched.“Good,” he murmured. “They didn’t deserve you anyway.”He slipped the phone back into his pocket.The board was resetting. And the real game was just beginning....................................Jace didn’t even knock.He burst into Elena’s space with the energy of someone who had been holding a secret too big for his chest, eyes bright, smile wide,







