LOGIN“You’re gentle. You’re not always gentle, Julian…” “It’s our anniversary…” he muttered. Before Lena could respond, Julian placed his thumb to her clit and pushed a finger into her. “Julian,” she gasped. . . . Days after their third anniversary, Lena’s husband came home and asked for a divorce. No warning. No apology. Just a decision he had already made, for a woman who had already left before. Lena signed the papers. She walked away. And while Julian went back to the love of his life, Lena went back to something she had been hiding all along—her name, her family, and an empire worth more than everything Julian Black had ever built. She was never a nobody. He just never bothered to find out who she really was. Two years later, they’re in the same room again. Same circles, same boardrooms, same suffocating tension neither of them knows what to do with. Julian is starting to understand exactly what he threw away. And Lena is trying very hard to remember why she let him go. But some mistakes don’t stay buried. And some feelings refuse to stay dead. And some secrets fight to resurface. But what are those secrets?
View More"I enjoyed myself today," Leo said, stepping into the room behind Antonio as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair."Yeah," Antonio agreed, already working at his cufflinks. "It was a nice wedding. I particularly liked that it was intimate.""Right?" Leo smiled, loosening his tie as he crossed to the dresser. "You never did like crowds."Antonio only offered a tight-lipped smile and began to undo his shirt buttons, his fingers slower than usual, his gaze fixed somewhere past his own reflection. He didn't say another word, letting a tense silence settle over the room like a held breath.Leo watched him in the mirror for a moment, unease tightening in his chest, before he crossed the last few feet between them. He stepped into Antonio from behind, his hands resting on Antonio's elbows and trailing up to his wrists, stopping him mid-motion."What's wrong?" Leo asked, their gazes locked in the mirror."Nothing." Antonio's voice was clipped, his jaw set."What's
Five months later Julian had attended his own fair share of weddings, but till date, Lena was the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen.His beautiful bride.He stood by the door, a shoulder against the frame, Junior perched on his hip as he stared at Lena in awe. Late afternoon light spilled through the tall windows of the bridal suite, catching the fine beading on her gown and scattering it in small, restless sparks across the walls. Julian’s whole world had narrowed to the woman in front of the mirror.The wedding gown hugged Lena's frame, accentuating her curves, the fabric falling in soft folds to the floor. She looked ethereal, out of this world—her hair swept up and away from her face, a few loose strands curling against her neck, her collarbone dusted with the faintest shimmer of highlighter. Lena lifted her gaze to the mirror and caught Julian's eyes through their reflection.A gasp escaped her. She spun around so fast the skirt of her dress whispered against the floor. "W
One month later.“You seem happy.” Antonio’s words were slurred, his tongue still heavy.“Should I be angry?” Leo asked, stopping the humming as he looked up at Antonio.Antonio raised a shoulder. “Aren’t you… angry with me? Don’t you want to say something to me?”Leo dropped the apple he was pairing into the plate and huffed out a breath. “I have so much to say to you, Antonio. But I’ll say them when your speech steadies so that you can respond properly.”Antonio swallowed hard. It had been over a month since Antonio opened his eyes. His physical recovery was a grueling, painful crawl, but he was getting there.Little by little.Slowly.With the help of Leo—who practically taught him how to walk again, how to speak again.His speech was still slightly gravelly, his voice hoarse from the trauma of the ventilator.But it was okay. Leo was satisfied, as long as he could hear Antonio’s voice. As long as Antonio could recognize him.The door clicked open.Leo’s shoulders instantly went r
The flight to New York had felt long.It was like a bridge between the violence of Italy and the life Julian was desperately clawing his way back to. By the time his car pulled through the gates of Lena’s estate, the early morning sun was already rising.Julian stepped out of the car, his joints popping from the hours of travel. He opened the back door and picked up the two bundles.One was a small, vibrant bouquet of yellow daisies. Junior’s favorite color, as he had learned from Lena.The second was a big, elegant arrangement of white roses and eucalyptus. That one was for Lena.The moment he stepped inside, he found Lena sitting on the rug in the living room, her back resting against the base of the couch. Junior was propped up in her lap, surrounded by a fortress of soft pillows, his small hands clumsily trying to stack a set of plastic building blocks.He looked infinitely better than he had the last time Julian was home. The color had returned to his cheeks, and the hollow exh
Lena woke up with tears and a splitting headache.For hours, she’d cried and cried and cried until she decided that crying would not save her marriage. So she decided that perhaps having a conversation with Julian would change his mind. Perhaps if she begged enough, perhaps if she offered him more
Years ago, before the marriage, before the arrangement, before she tucked herself into Julian’s quiet house and learned to want less, Lena used to party.It was how she processed things: a loud room, a dark dance floor, a glass in her hand. It wasn’t elegant and she knew it. But it worked. Tonight
“Hello, this is the assistant of Pedro King. I saw that you had put up an article stating that Mr. Julian Black was out with his wife. As his associates, we are unaware of any such information. Might I know if you have any other details about the woman in question?”“Pedro King?” The reporter asked
Lena heard the front door open just as she was setting her phone down.She didn’t move from where she sat curled in the corner of the living room sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, the glow of the television casting pale light across the room. She had been waiting for two hours, maybe even longer.






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