LOGINShe came looking for a fresh start. She found something far more complicated. Beatrice has spent years keeping herself afloat — working jobs that drain her, paying bills that never shrink, going home each night to a silence that grows heavier by the day. When a housekeeper position at one of the city's most lavish estates falls into her hands, it feels like the universe finally offering her something gentle. Something quiet. She didn't expect them. Silas is everything danger looks like when it's dressed in elegance. Refined, wickedly intelligent, and devastatingly charming — he speaks in carefully chosen words and looks at her like she's already a secret he intends to keep. Atticus is something else entirely. Raw. Unpredictable. The kind of man whose presence fills a room before he even enters it. He looks at Beatrice like she belongs to him — like he decided that long before she had any say in the matter. And God help anyone who disagrees. Beatrice keeps her head down and her walls up. But walls mean nothing in a house like this, with men like these. Their world is intoxicating. Their attention is impossible to escape. The brothers take what they want. The brothers keep what they claim. And they have claimed her.
View MoreSilasThe surgical room is dim, the curtains pulled tight to block out the harsh light of the day. One single lamp in the corner burns, casting a low, amber glow across the space. The smell is still here a metallic tang of blood laced with a sterile bite. No matter how many times I breathe it in, it makes my stomach coil tight.I've been getting work done the only way I can. Scrolling through my phone, answering messages, approving orders, sending warnings. My thumbs move automatically, but my mind never strays far from the bed between us.Beatrice sits across from me, her legs tucked under her in the chair, shoulders slightly hunched. She hasn't moved in days. Hasn't looked away fromAtticusunless she absolutely has to. I can't remember the last time she spoke more than a few words at a time. Her hair is tangled, her clothes creased from sleeping in them, but she doesn't seem to care.She's refused to leave. The only way she'l
"So... we're being hunted or something?" I whisper.He nods. "TakingAtticusto the hospital would put a target on our backs. Hospitals file incident reports for stab wounds. That draws police attention. We can't have that, not when we're this exposed."Tears blur my vision, streaking down my cheeks until they mingle with the blood on my skin. "Will he... he's going to make it, right?" My voice cracks; the panic in it is undeniable.Silascups my face with his large hands. His thumbs brush gently against my cheeks. "I trust the doctor working on him with our lives. He's the best of the best. He'll do everything he possibly can to saveAtticus."I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I force myself to breathe, trying to turn my panic into patience. Silently, I pray.Hours drag by in heavy silence. The only sounds are our shallow breaths and the faint hum of machinery from inside the room. Every minute stretches like an eternity
"SILAS!" I scream, my throat raw. The name tears out of me, jagged and desperate. I turn back toAtticusas he coughs, blood splattering across my arms, chest, and face. Tears blur my vision and all I can see is red. "Atticus. You have to keep your eyes open.Please."He coughs again, wet and rattling, then forces out words that shouldn't be his last, but they sound like they could be. "Don't cry... doll face. I've... made you... cry enough.""Shhh. Don't talk. It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." I don't know if I'm lying to him or myself. My hands shake violently as I keep pressure, as if I can hold his life in place. I whip my head toward the stairs again, my chest burning, my lungs clawing for air. I scream again, louder, uglier, a sound that rips my vocal cords apart."SILAS!!"I rock back and forth,Atticus'shead cradled in my lap like I can keep him tethered to me. My free hand cards through his hair,
BeatriceA sudden loud bang echoes through the silence, jerking me out of sleep. My eyes fly open to darkness, the room cloaked in shadows. My mind is sluggish, scrambling to place the sound.My gaze drifts toSilas. His broad back faces me, the rise and fall of his shoulders slow and steady. He's still asleep. How did he not hear that? It was so fucking loud. The silence that follows is thick and unbroken. It was probably nothing. I shift, letting my body curve towardSilas, pressing into the heat radiating from his skin. His breathing is slow and even. I focus on it and try to make my own breath match his.In. Out. In. Out.Just as my eyelids begin to fall shut again, there's a heavy, loud pounding at the front door. I jump, my body stiffening, every nerve snapping awake. What the fuck? The knocks are deep and solid at first, like whoever's out there is trying to break the door down. Then they fade into dull, uneven t
BeatriceI toss onto my other side, shoving the thick comforter away with a frustrated sigh. The mattress is absurdly soft, cradling every inch of me. But sleep won't come. My body is exhausted, my eyes heavy, but my mind just won't shut the fuck up.The bed is perf
The final strike lands harder than all the rest; sharp, punishing, and precise. Her back arches, mouth falling open with a cry that dissolves into something closer to a moan. A sound she doesn't mean to make but it's a sound I'll never forget."That's for ignoring me," I say, my voice a da
"Tell me something about you," I say, giving his arm another squeeze. "You live in this giant house all by yourself. Do you have any family? And how old are you, anyway?"He picks up on the shift instantly. His lips curling into a smirk. "Curious about me, angel?""Well, you know stuff about me. I
"I'm glad you think so," he says, "but I already know I am."I narrow my eyes and give him a glare. "Someone's cocky."He raises a brow and tilts his head to the side. "Confident, angel," he says, dragging his hands slightly higher up my thighs. "There's a difference."Silas's hand gives me a gentl






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