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CHAPTER 57: HEADLINES AND FURY
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Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 58: THE VESPERA RETREAT
ELARA'S POVThe morning after the tabloids hit the newsstands, the front gates of Villa Seraphine were practically blockaded by a swarm of media vans, photographers, and invasive reporters shouting questions about Nikolai and me. The flashbulbs and shutter clicks felt like an intrusive invasion of the peace I had fought so hard to build."They're relentless," Mara noted, sliding a tablet across the kitchen island. "Social media is blowing up, and every gossip column in Europe is trying to trace the provenance of that photo from Bellmere."Before I could answer, my brother Rafael strode into the kitchen. He wore a casual linen shirt, his sleeves rolled up, looking like the seasoned marine architect and island lord he was. He took one look at the tablet screen and let out a sharp, dry laugh."Enough is enough," Rafael announced, his gray eyes flashing with protective Vespera fire. "You aren't going to sit here and let vultures circle your atelier while you drink your morning tea, Elara.
Too Late, Mr. Vale CHAPTER 57: HEADLINES AND FURY
LUCIEN’S POVThe early morning sunlight cutting across my penthouse living room did nothing to warm the heavy, suffocating silence.I stood by floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking Aurelia, holding a heavy crystal tumbler of amber whiskey. My eyes were burning from another sleepless night. Every time I closed them, I could still feel the phantom ghost of Elara’s presence in the hospital lab, the fierce resistance in her voice when she reminded me of the eight agonizing years she had starved in our marriage.A sharp, hurried knock sounded at the penthouse door.Before I could answer, the heavy wood clicked open, and Mrs. Gable, our longtime housekeeper, stepped into the foyer. Her expression was pale, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched a folded morning newspaper."Dr. Vale," she said, her voice tight with hesitation. "You... you need to see this."I didn't turn around, keeping my gaze locked on the harbor below. "Leave it on the table, Mrs. Gable.""Sir, it's the front p
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
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