LOGINMy fingers move before my brain fully catches up, and there's no shock in it, just a tired little laugh under my breath because of course, of course Xavier did this. “Wow….Shocking. Truly didn't see that coming,” I type, my thumb hovering for a second before I add, “ gosh, I'm elbow-deep in chaos here, tell you the gory details tonight, but that red dress better be as sinful as it sounds, because I am SO trying it on for you.”Addie finds out about Xavier's visit from the blog. Of course she does, she's Addison.She calls me at noon while I'm in the middle of eating the first real meal I've had in approximately two days, sitting at Damian's kitchen island with actual food in front of me, and her name on my screen makes me smile for the first time all morning because Addie is the one constant in my life that has never required management, never required careful handling, never been anything other than exactly what it says on the tin."Tell me every. Single. Thing," she says before I c
SELENE'S POVI'm in the middle of a pre-op consultation when my phone buzzes for the fourth time in twenty minutes.Same number.Xavier. I silence it again and again and go back to explaining the procedure to Mr. George, a sixty-three year old retired teacher with a blocked left anterior descending artery and the most trusting eyes I've ever seen on a patient, and I give him every ounce of my attention because he deserves it and because this…this room, this patient, this work is the one thing Aurora tried to take from me and couldn't, and every time I walk into an examination room I feel the particular satisfaction of something reclaimed.My phone buzzes a fifth time and Mr. George glances at it. "It's fine," I tell him. "Someone who doesn't understand the word voicemail." He laughs and I finish the consultation and walk him out and hand him to my nurse coordinator and the moment the corridor closes between us I look at my phone.Six missed calls. I'm literally a few seconds away from
XAVIER'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







