Se connecterThird Person POV Lucien pinned Elena against the cold basement wall, his body flush against hers, trapping her completely. Her wrists were held high above her head in one of his large hands. Blood still trickled from the wound on her scalp, mixing with the dried streaks on her face. She breathed hard, chest heaving, eyes blazing with defiance even as pain radiated through her body.He stared at her for a long moment, something dark and hungry burning in his gaze. Then he lifted his free hand, gripped her chin roughly, and forced her face up toward his.Elena tried to jerk away, but he held onto her firmly.Lucien leaned in slowly and dragged his tongue across her blood-streaked cheek in one long, deliberate lick. The metallic taste of her blood mixed with the salt of her skin sent a shudder of raw pleasure through him.Elena turned her head violently, disgust twisting her features.“Let me go,” she hissed, voice hoarse but sharp.Lucien chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrat
Third Person POV Lucien Moreau paced the dimly lit living room of his isolated estate like a caged animal.The clock on the wall read 3:17 a.m. He had been drinking for hours … expensive whiskey that burned down his throat but did nothing to quiet the storm in his head. The bottle was nearly empty now, yet sleep refused to come.He stopped in front of the large mirror on the wall and stared at his reflection. His shirt was unbuttoned, hair disheveled, eyes wild with that familiar manic energy. As the Circle’s executioner for years, he had learned to bury every emotion. Cute girls, fear, tears … none of it touched him anymore. He had seen too much. Done too much. Broken too many.But Elena…That small, bleeding woman with fire in her eyes.She had looked at him with pure disgust and kept fighting.No begging. No tears. Just raw, unbroken spirit.It had shocked him to his core.Lucien poured the last of the whiskey and downed it in one gulp. The alcohol did nothing. His mind kept rep
Elena's POV Elena’s eyes fluttered open.A sharp, blinding pain exploded in her skull the moment she regained consciousness. She gasped, her whole body tensing as the agony radiated from the back of her head down her spine. The world spun in sickening circles. She lay on cold, damp concrete, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air.Her hand moved instinctively to her head. Her fingers came away sticky and warm. Blood. A lot of it.She blinked hard, trying to focus, her breathing shallow and ragged. Where was she? How did she get here?Fragments of memory slammed into her like broken glass.She had been following a lead. A quiet meeting with a former Hartley employee who claimed to know the truth about the “disappeared” wives. The man had been nervous, whispering about the Circle, about rituals, about how the family didn’t just control wealth … They played God with their lives.Then pain.A blow from behind.Darkness.Elena tried to sit up, but the room tilted violently. She gr
Third Person POV Margaret sat at her desk in the small back office of Myles Gallery, sorting through the morning mail. The gallery was quiet this morning, the usual hum of visitors and staff still a few hours away. She sipped her coffee, enjoying the rare moment of peace.A plain white envelope caught her eye. No return address. Just her name written in neat, hurried handwriting.She tore it open.Inside was a single sheet of paper.Margaret,This is Jason Hartley. I was stabbed last night. I’m at St. Mary’s Hospital. Please tell Aria I need to speak with her urgently. It’s about something very important. Tell her to be very careful. I’m sorry for everything.JasonMargaret stared at the letter, her fingers tightening around the paper until it crinkled.Her heart started beating faster.Jason Hartley … the handsome, powerful ex-husband who had looked so good the last time he came to the gallery. The man who had two women fighting over him. The man Aria had walked away from.And now
Kyle’s POVAria had finally fallen asleep.Her breathing was soft and even, her body curled against his side. The coastal trip had left her exhausted, and the long, intense night had taken the last of her strength. Kyle lay beside her for a while, listening to her breathe, one arm draped possessively over her waist.When he was sure she was deep under, he slipped out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and walked to the balcony.The night air was cool. The ocean crashed below in a steady rhythm.He lit a cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling slowly.His phone buzzed.It was Lucien.Kyle answered on the second ring.“Mon frère,” Lucien’s voice was smooth, almost cheerful. “A little birdie whispered to me that Jason was struck tonight. Maybe it’s your time to act now. Go for the kill.”Kyle paused, cigarette halfway to his lips.He took another slow drag, letting the smoke curl into the night air.“No,” he said finally. “This isn’t the right time.”Lucien laughed softly on the o
Violet’s POVThe penthouse was too quiet.Violet sat on the white sofa, legs tucked beneath her, a half-empty bottle of red wine on the coffee table. The television was on, but she wasn’t watching it. The screen showed footage from the ball … Aria smiling gracefully, answering reporters with that perfect, poised voice.Violet’s hand tightened around the glass until her knuckles turned white.Her phone buzzed.She picked it up with trembling fingers.The message was from her manager.“Due to the scandal at the ball and the damage to your public image, the committee has decided to remove you from all upcoming events. We suggest you take time to reflect. Your services will no longer be required.”Violet stared at the screen.Fired.She had paid good money. She had pulled strings. She had done everything to make sure she would be the face of that ball.And now she was being discarded.Because of Aria.Because everyone loved Aria so much.The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on t
Aria’s POV - Three Days LaterI stared at my phone for the fifth time in ten minutes.Claire still hadn’t responded. It has been three days of silence. No texts, no calls, nothing.We were supposed to have dinner on Tuesday night. I’d texted her that morning to confirm and got nothing back. I figur
Aria’s POVThe food kept coming.First, the oysters…plump and briny, served on ice with mignonette sauce that tasted like the ocean. Then seared scallops that melted on my tongue, followed by lobster tail so buttery I had to close my eyes to fully appreciate it.Kyle watched me with amusement. “Wh
Aria’s POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through the guest room window and the buzz of my phone on the nightstand.A text from Marcus: “Papers are ready. Come by the office at 8 AM.”I checked the time. 7:15 AM.Jason’s bedroom door was already closed when I passed it on my way to the shower. I c
Aria’s POVI sat on the edge of the guest room bed, with my hands folded neatly in my lap. The suitcases Jason had carried back upstairs sat unopened at my feet like evidence of my failed escape.Everything was perfectly still.I was perfectly still.And then I started laughing.It was very quite







