Mag-log inXAVIER'S POVI see it on page six first, which is humiliating in its own right that I find out the way everyone else finds out, scrolling through my phone at six forty-three in the morning with yesterday's bourbon still sitting in a glass on the nightstand, bleary and half-asleep and completely unprepared for the headline that loads under my thumb like a detonation.BILLIONAIRE XAVIER ADRIAN EX-WIFE TAKES DOWN THE WOMAN WHO STOLE HER HUSBAND: DR. SELENE HART BEHIND ARREST OF AURORA HART JUST DAYS BEFORE WEDDINGI sit up to read it again, then I'm out of bed now, fully awake in the specific way that only adrenaline and shame can achieve at six in the morning, pacing the length of the bedroom while my phone loads article after article because apparently this happened last night and the entire city knows about it and I am the last to find out because Aurora didn't call me, her lawyer didn't call me, nobody called me, which tells me everything I need to know about how catastrophically las
“She said I took her family." The words come out of me slowly, turning them over like stones. "That's what she wrote. I took her family.""Your father chose you first," Damian says quietly, rubbing the small of my back. "Before Aurora's mother. Before any of it. She's never forgiven you for existing before her." And there it is. The architecture of Aurora's hatred laid bare in a basement at three in the morning, all those years of resentment compressed into a single photograph and a note that reads like a child's game because to Aurora this has always been a game, it has always been about winning something she decided was hers before she ever bothered to earn it.My phone buzzes in my hand, everyone in the basement goes still and focuses on me and the phone. It's another unknown number, another message, except that this one isn't a text, it's a pin drop, a location shared through the standard maps app like Aurora's arranging a dinner reservation instead of a hostage situation, and und
"Team three, cover the exits, team two, get a face if you can, and someone call Detective Morrison and tell him we need that arrest warrant executed now." Everything happens fast after that, almost too fast to process, and I'm standing at the window watching clusters of people mobilize across the city to catch whoever's been watching me sleep, and there's something surreal about seeing my stalker reduced to coordinates and tactical movements, like we're playing some high-stakes game of chess except that the pieces are human and the stakes are my life."They're in the lobby." The security team member is still providing updates. " Approximately 5”11, Asian male,dark clothing, carrying camera equipment in a backpack…hold on, I think he knows he's being followed…shit!""Do not lose him." Damian's voice is hard. "I don't care what it takes, do not let that man leave your sight.""He's running…east on 42nd, he's heading for the subway…I need more people…now!" And then I'm moving, I'm grabbi
DAMIEN'S POVSelene's hands are shaking. I notice before she says anything…before she even turns to show me the screen, because I notice everything about her. I have memorized the particular stillness she goes quiet with when she's frightened, the way her breath changes, the almost imperceptible tremor she's too proud to acknowledge. Nine months ago I would have filed that observation away as useful. Now it does something else entirely to me, something I still don't have clean language for.I read Aurora's message over her shoulder.“I see you're home. Windows wide open. How brave. Or how stupid. I guess we'll find out soon.”Something happens in my chest. Not fear, no I don't do fear, haven't since I was fifteen and decided that fear was a luxury I couldn't afford. Something colder than fear…something deliberate. The part of me that built an empire from nothing, that learned very early that the world will take everything you so love if you let it, that part wakes up and goes very, ve
"No." The word comes out sharp enough to cut. "Absolutely fucking not." Damian's hand freezes on the door he was about to lock, his eyes narrowing as he takes in my expression, and I can see him shifting into that controlled dangerous mode he goes into when he senses confrontation, but I don't care because I'm done, so completely done with being scared and shuffled around and treated like some fragile thing that needs protecting instead of a grown woman who spent a decade cutting into human hearts without flinching."Selene…" he starts, but I cut him off."Don't." I hold up my hand. "Don't you dare tell me this is for my own good or that you're just trying to keep me safe, because you know what? I'm tired of being safe, I'm tired of running, I'm tired of letting Aurora dictate my entire existence with her cryptic fucking messages and her threats and her surveillance. She's been threatening to destroy me for months!" My voice is rising now and I don't care, don't care if everyone in th
Another photo glows through the screen. This one from inside Damian's penthouse, from his bedroom, taken through the window from another building, and it shows me leaning against the wall, my face visible, vulnerable maybe…clearly taken last night after Damian left and I was alone, and underneath it is a message that runs shivers down my spine."Beautiful view. Such a shame you forgot about the security blinds. I've been watching you for weeks, Selene. Every morning when you wake up. Every night when you go to sleep. Every moment you think you're safe in your glass tower. You're not safe sweetheart. You'll never be safe, and when I'm done with you, ohh, Damian will watch you break the same way you watched me lose everything. Sleep well, darling.”My hands are trembling so violently that the phone slips from my fingers and Damian catches it before it hits the floor, his reflexes inhumanly fast, and I'm trying to process what I just read, my body freezing in place. My brain won't cooper







