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CHAPTER 45: THE FRAGRANCE LAUNCH GALA
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Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 56: THE KISS IN THE GARDEN
ELARA'S POVThe ocean breeze swept up from the cliffs of Bellmere, rustling the heavy, fragrant blooms of night-blooming jasmine that framed Nikolai’s terrace garden.Let me show you what it feels like to be worshipped, not just regretted.His low, velvet words lingered in the midnight air, settling over my heart like a warm, soothing balm. For three years, I had built my existence out of cold armor, steeling myself against the lingering scars of my past. But standing on this moonlit stone terrace, wrapped in the quiet, indulgent warmth of Nikolai’s gaze, the walls around my chest began to soften.Nikolai didn't pull me aggressively toward him. His long fingers remained light beneath my chin, giving me every opportunity to step back, to raise my guard, to return to the safe, icy distance I kept from the rest of the world.Instead, I took a slow breath, letting the tension melt out of my shoulders. I was no longer the lonely, desperate wife sitting in a silent penthouse waiting for a h
Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 55: THE RIVAL’S COUNTERMOVE
ELARA'S POVThe double glass doors of the medical center auto-locked behind me as I stepped into the cool, damp night air. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, the ghost of Lucien’s warmth lingering against my skin like a phantom burn. Eight years of marriage had trained my body to recognize his touch, but three years of freedom had given me the strength to walk away before it consumed me again."You look as though you've just wrestled with a storm, Elara," a smooth, cultured voice called out from the curb.I looked up. Idling by the private hospital entrance was a sleek, vintage silver convertible. Nikolai Laurent leaned against the leather driver's seat, wearing an ivory linen shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips.I took a slow breath, adjusting my coat. "It was just a long evening in the lab, Nikolai.""Then let me rescue you from it," Nikolai said gently, pushing the passenger door open for me. "No clinical trials, no medical boards, a
Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 54: THE ECHO OF A TOUCH
ELARA'S POVThe rain continued to batter the glass panes of the research lab, but the chill of the storm felt miles away from the agonizing, suffocating heat inside the room.Lucien’s hand covered mine over the glass beaker, his large, warm palm entirely enveloping my fingers. His broad chest was pressed lightly against my shoulder, pinning me loosely against the stainless steel workstation. The rich, intoxicating scent of sterile cedar, ozone, and rain rolled off him, invading my senses until I could barely think.You still hold your breath when I stand close to you.His low, raspy whisper echoed in my ear, sending an electric shiver straight down my spine.I spun around in his arms, determined to create space, but the movement only trapped me tighter against the laboratory counter. Lucien didn't step back. He shifted his broad shoulders, blocking the light, enclosing me completely within his shadow."Step away from me, Dr. Vale," I commanded, forcing my voice to remain cold and stea
Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 53: THE SCENT OF RAIN AND CEDAR
ELARA'S POVThe clock on the wall of the hospital's private research wing clicked past ten in the evening. Outside the tall glass windows, the sky had turned a dark obsidian, and a sudden, violent coastal downpour slammed against the panes, sealing the sterile laboratory off from the rest of Aurelia.I stood at the stainless steel workstation, my dark hair pinned up loosely, wearing a crisp white lab coat over my navy silk blouse. In front of me lay row upon row of glass Beakers, micro-pipettes, and amber vials filled with volatile botanical extractions for the trauma recovery trial.A low rumble of thunder shook the glass walls, followed by the heavy thud of the laboratory doors sliding shut.I didn't need to turn around to know who had entered. The shift in atmospheric pressure was immediate, heavy, and intoxicatingly familiar."The main lobby doors auto-locked at ten," Lucien’s deep baritone echoed through the quiet room. "The storm knocked out the external access relays on the sub
Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 52: THE BOARDROOM CONFRONTATION
ELARA'S POVThe double mahogany doors of the Aurelia Medical Center’s executive boardroom swung open with a smooth, heavy click.I stepped into the room wearing a tailored navy wool suit that hugged my waist before tapering into a sleek pencil skirt. My hair was gathered into a sharp, low chignon, and my lips were painted a dark crimson.Flanking me on my right was my eldest brother, Dorian. He moved with the quiet, imposing authority of a top trauma surgeon who knew every corner of this hospital network, his charcoal suit pristine, his dark eyes sweeping over the room like a hawk.Sitting at the far head of the long glass conference table was Dr. Lucien Vale.He wore a dark gray suit with a crisp white shirt, his navy tie pulled slightly loose at the collar. He looked immaculate, yet the faint dark shadows under his pale eyes betrayed his deep exhaustion. The second my heels clicked against the polished oak floorboards, Lucien froze. A sudden, quiet fire flared in his dark eyes—an in
Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 51: THE SHADOW OF THE PAST
ELARA'S POVThe early morning sunlight filtered through the sheer silk curtains of my private suite at Villa Seraphine, casting long, pale ribbons of warmth across the marble floor.On my bedside table, the rosewood box sat open. The stack of Lucien's letters, worn around the edges from three years of frantic ink and tear-dried parchment, rested beside my old botanical journals. My eyes were slightly heavy from the quiet, agonizing tears I had shed in the dark hours of the night.I picked up the letters, my fingers lingering over his sharp, familiar handwriting for two brief seconds.If you are dead, Elara, my heart died on that cliff with you. If you are alive, I will spend the rest of my life seeking your forgiveness."Nostalgia is a dangerous trap, Elara," I whispered into the quiet room.I stood up from the bed, my silk robe trailing behind me, and walked over to the built-in brass safe hidden behind the oil painting in my dressing room. I placed the letters inside, pulled the hea
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