LOGINMy world felt like it was coming to an abrupt end. All I could think of in this devastating state was my baby. Addie needs to know about this. Somehow. Anyhow. For all I care, Xavier never wants to see me anymore, I wonder what he'd be feeling hearing the news about the accident. Probably happy. I hope that asshole rots in hell.
I heard floating voices above me. Through me. Around me. “ Her BP's dropping. Possible internal injuries.” I heard Marcus say. “How far along did she say she was?” Another voice asked. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The ambulance door opened. I felt myself floating into the back of the vehicle. Red and powerful white lights shone on my face. Marcus's face was above mine saying words I couldn't quite hear in the rushing in my ears. My vision blurred again. I felt a sharp pain sting my arms, and cold flooded through my veins. The high-pitched siren wails started again. This time, close…too close that it vibrated in my bones. The IV bag swayed. “Selene, we're almost there. Hold on for us”. I watched as the clear liquid dripped down the tube, and into my arms. The ambulance door flew open. Light. Bright fluorescent lights. Hands everywhere touching me. The smell of antiseptic filling the air. “ Selene Adrian, 28 year old female. Car accident, thirteen weeks pregnant, abdominal trauma.” A face appeared above me. A woman in white coat. “Selene, I'm Doctor Jay. You're at Velmont private hospital. Please stay with me. We're going to help you and your baby.” The words echoed in my head. I tried to hold her hands… “my baby. Please save my baby.” “We're going to do everything we can maa’m.” ******** My hands moved instinctively towards my stomach. The slight swell was still there, but something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Every part of my body ached with a deep throbbing pain. Panic clawed at my chest. I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my ribs, forcing me back with gasps. “Easy… easy.” A nurse appeared at my bedside. Her face, sweet and professional. “ Don't try to move that quickly, you've been through quite an ordeal.” Mrs Adrian. The name felt foreign now. It didn't feel like mine anymore. It felt like someone else's, like someone whose life hadn't been this shattered. “Nurse my baby… please… do anything. Anything.” The words came out distorted. The nurse's expression shifted. Sympathy flooding her features. “Let me get the doctor,” she said, already moving to the door. “No. No. No. Fuck no. God please.” I cried out, tears falling down my temple. “Tell me now please.” A woman in her early fifties walked into the room. “Hi Mrs Selene, I'm doctor Jay. I've been the one overseeing your care since you were admitted.” “My baby” my voice croaked. “Mrs Selene, we're so sorry” she whispered. “The trauma. It had too much impact. The baby couldn't survive it.” She came to my bedside, holding my hands gently. “We're really sorry ma'am. It's hard, but you'll really need to take it easy on yourself. The world stopped. The beeping of the heart monitor seemed to slow. Each beat echoing in my ears like a death knell. My body is a traitor. A graveyard, a house that couldn't keep its only resident safe. The doctor's words looped in memory like a broken record. “I'm sorry” like sorry could fix anything. As if sorry could stitch back the life that tore apart inside me. As if sorry could fill the suddenly hollow space beneath my ribs. A sound tore from my throat. Raw and animalistic . It didn't sound human… I didn't feel human. I felt hollow, scooped out, absolutely nothing but a shell of pain and loss. “Mrs Selene, please you need to…stay calm. Your injuries.” I couldn't be calm. How could anyone expect me to be calm? I'd lost everything. My marriage, my family, my career is on the line and just when I thought the only thing that mattered to me most was going to stay, go. My baby. I had waited for this miracle five good fucking years and now, it's gone. Sobs wracked my body, each one sending a fresh wave of pain to my body. I didn't care. Physical pain meant nothing compared to this agony and anguish burning through my soul. The grief sits in my throat like it's glass. I'm bleeding out a future and the world keeps turning. Doctor Jay tried to be professional, but I could see right through her. She sobbed too. She nodded and retreated, leaving me alone with my grief and the beeping sounds of the machine monitoring that had failed its only job. Stupid! Tomorrow, they'd do the procedure. They'd remove what's left inside me. Make me empty in body, the same way I'd already been empty in soul. This is what loss felt like. I struggled to reach out to my phone on the bedside table. The screen was badly cracked from the accident, but still functional. I scrolled through my phone mechanically. Seventy five missed calls, over a hundred texts from Xavier, my mum, a few unknown numbers and my old mentor at my hospital where I worked. I opened Xavier's messages. “Selene, please answer, we need to talk. I'm sorry about everything. Please “ Fuck you, i mumbled beneath my breath, deleting the messages. All of them. I opened my email. The top message froze the little warmth that remained in my blood. Subject: Medical License Review Hearing “Dr Hart, based on recent allegations of medical malpractice, the medical board has scheduled an emergency hearing to review your license. You have 30 days to prepare for your defense. Failure to appear will result in automatic licence revocation.” “What the fuck.”Aurora’s POVThe double-glazed glass spanning the perimeter of the forty-fifth floor panoramic window was ice cold against my forehead. Below, Manhattan looked like a microscopic city carved from graphite and quartz—yellow taxicabs crawling like tiny beetles down Fifth Avenue, neon billboards flickering through the grey drizzle, oblivious to the fact that their king was currently eating rubbery eggs off a plastic tray in a federal holding cell.I took a slow, deliberate sip of black espresso from a porcelain cup and it tasted like ash.The inner me didn't dance. She didn't throw her hands in the air or celebrate the catastrophic ruin of the man who had torn my world apart…she just sat quietly on a cold marble bench in the shadows of my mind, her knees pulled tight against her chest, arms folded, staring in stunned silence at her own bloodied hands.The heavy mahogany door to the corner office swung open without a knock, the soft latch clicking against the frame."Look at you," Elliot
Selene's POVMy inner goddess didn't just stop dancing…she crashed straight into a brick wall, knees buckling and her breath catching in a dry, agonizing gasp.I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted copper. The crystal tumbler didn't just fall, my fingers simply surrendered to the sheer gravity of what was happening on the screen. It shattered against the marble floor, a splash of amber scotch soaking through the delicate fabric of my heels. I couldn't move… I couldn't blink, my eyes stayed glued to the live broadcast, watching hands bound tightly in cold steel. The hands that had once held me, possessed me, and ultimately ruined me…being shoved down into the dark cavern of a federal vehicle.Xavier. “Oh, sweet lord... Xavier.”The impenetrable, sovereign titan of Manhattan looked completely hollowed out. His suit jacket was crumpled, his dark hair disheveled, sweat glistening on skin that had turned the sickly color of damp ash. His jaw hung slack and his dark eyes wide and bloodshot,
Xavier's POVThe heavy silver links of my Patek Philippe clicked against the solid dark mahogany table like a rhythmic countdown to an execution Elliott Crane didn't even know was coming. I stood alone in the shadow of the Carlyle suite, staring out at the hazy afternoon skyline of Manhattan. The sun was sharp and unforgiving, cutting through the tinted glass and casting long, razor-thin shadows across the velvet rug. I adjusted the broad lapels of my tailored charcoal coat, my breathing slow and dangerous.In less than an hour, my legal machine would file an emergency injunction, shorten Northstar’s primary credit facilities in London, and freeze Elliot out of his own operating capital. Elliott thought he had backed me into a corner with his pathetic SEC leaks. He was about to find out what happened when you backed a predator into a dead end.My thumb brushed the screen of my encrypted phone. One text was typed out, waiting to be sent to Gerald. ‘Secure the private terminal at Teterb
Aurora's POVThe television screen bled a harsh, rhythmic red across the shadowed walls of the drawing room: ‘BREAKING NEWS.’ I didn't turn up the volume. I didn't need to hear the breathless anchors panting into their microphones. The bold, blinding white letters scrolling across the bottom of the display said everything my dark heart was longing to read:`STERLING CAPITAL GROUP UNDER FEDERAL INVESTIGATION. CHAIRMAN XAVIER ADRIAN NAMED IN MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR MONEY LAUNDERING AND FRAUD CONSPIRACY.`I stood frozen in the center of the cold marble floor, my fingers coiled so tightly around a crystal tumbler that the glass groaned under the pressure. Aerial cameras cut to live footage of Sterling Capital Tower…the towering glass monument where Xavier ruled like a god, now completely swarmed by dark federal sedans and flashing blue lights. SEC agents were carrying black executive binders out of the lobby, surrounded by a blinding sea of press cameras. A dark, intoxicating wave of heat ru
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the brownstones of Upper West Side draped in a heavy, suffocating fog.I didn't go back to the penthouse anyway. I couldn't face the quiet…not anymore. I couldn't sit on that sofa and let Aurora rub my shoulders while the echo of Damon Holt's voice kept looping in my head. ‘Your operational authority is terminated.’"Pull over here, Taylor," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel grinding together. The armored sedan glided to the curb outside a quiet, tree-lined avenue. No corporate skyscrapers. No glass towers…just old money, quiet streets, and the understated limestone building where Gerald had lived for fifteen years.Taylor looked at me in the rearview mirror, his dark eyes solemn. "Do you want me to come up with you, Sir Xavier?""No…no need for that." I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. My hands were steady now. Finally, they've become hard, cold, and numb again. "Wait here." I stepped out into the refreshing sun with my coat unbuttoned, my j
The leather of the steering wheel felt cold under my knuckles as I pulled into the subterranean garage beneath the tower. For three weeks, I’d driven myself. I needed the mechanical feedback…that violent bite of the engine, the physical sensation of a machine yielding completely to my commands while everything else spun out of control but as I cut the ignition, the silence inside the car hit me like a solid object. My hands were trembling…barely visible, but there still. I hated this shit…I hated the weakness of it.I left the R8 in the stall and didn't even bother locking it. Taylor was already waiting by the private executive elevator, his face an unreadable slab of granite, holding the door open. He didn't ask questions nor did he offer a word of quiet, pathetic sympathy…he just stood there, his eyes fixed straight ahead, knowing better than to speak to me when the air around me was this thin."Take the sedan," I said, my voice low and flat as I stepped into the elevator. "Keep it







