LOGINClarissaThe shredded pieces of paper hit the glass table with a dry rustle.Dark blue ink stretched across white jagged edges, signature lines cut straight down the middle. I stared at the ruined contract lying between us, my chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths."She meant nothing," Valentine said, his voice coming out deep, rough, and low. "Victoria walked into the study. She dug those pages out of my safe. I told her to get her hands off my stuff, grabbed the papers, and ripped them to shreds right in front of her face."My bottom lip trembled, my hand staying frozen in my lap.He leaned down, his knee hitting the rug right in front of the couch. His large hands reached out, wrapping warm and solid around my ice-cold fingers."Once I sort out everything else, she'll be out of our hair.”I swallowed hard against the tight lump in my throat, my vision blurring as a fresh wave of heat pressed behind my eyes."You didn't stop her from reading it out loud," I whispered,
ValentineI stepped across the threshold, my boots hitting the hardwood in the entryway.Clarissa sat on the cushion, her frame small, her hands pressed together in her lap. My gaze locked straight onto her face, and a sharp, heavy drag hit the center of my chest. Her eyelids were puffy, red, and swollen, her eyelashes still wet from crying.Fuck. She’d been sobbing for hours because of Victoria. That vicious, bitter woman coming into my home, digging through my safe, and spreading her toxic filth everywhere. I wished there was a faster way to drag Victoria off my property, strip her name off every legal deed, and wipe her existence off the face of the earth so she could never breathe near my family again.My chest burned. Seeing Clarissa like this made my blood run cold, every protective instinct in my body screaming at me to pull her against my shirt and never let her go. I opened my mouth, taking a step forward to fix this nightmare, to explain everything, to tell her she was the o
ClarissaThe door handle rattled moments later.Layla pushed her way into the hallway, her tote bag dropping off her shoulder and hitting the floorboards. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept a single minute after reading my late-night texts."Clarissa," she gasped out, stepping straight across the entryway and wrapping both arms around my neck.I buried my face in her shoulder, my fingers clutching the back of her sweater. My throat burned from crying half the night, my chest still feeling raw and tight from everything with Victoria and the contract.She pulled back, her hands sliding down to grip my elbows. Her eyes scanned my face, taking in my swollen eyelids and the way my hands were shaking against my stomach."I came as fast as I could," Layla said, her voice dropping into a rough whisper. "Your texts scared me. You said you left the estate. You said it was over."I led her toward the sofa in the living room. We sat down c
ClarissaThe car pulled up to the driveway and stopped right in front of the steps. Getting off and seeing the house where Chloe was staying cleared my head a little bit. For a second, the cold air hitting my face made the panic in my chest feel a tiny bit lighter.I dragged my weekender bag out of the back seat, paid the driver, and walked up to the front porch. My fingers trembled as I reached out to knock on the door, my knuckles barely hitting the wood before the latch clicked open.Chloe stood right there in the entryway, wearing a loose hoodie and soft pants. Her eyes widened the second she saw my face.I didn't even get to say hello. The moment my feet crossed the threshold, my knees buckled.My bag dropped onto the floorboards with a dull thud. I collapsed straight into Chloe’s arms, my forehead hitting her shoulder as tears burst out of my eyes, hot and uncontrollable. My chest heaved, short jagged gasps ripping through my throat until I could barely catch a breath.Chloe wra
ValentineA dull thud echoed from the corridor outside the study, right near the threshold.The floorboard groaned under a tiny shift of weight. A quiet gasp cut through the air, so faint it almost got lost in the quiet house, but I knew that sound anywhere.Clarissa.She’d been standing right outside the door. She’d heard every single word coming out of Victoria’s mouth. The numbers. The bonus clauses. The word incubator bouncing off the walls.My chest caved in, my heart slamming against my ribs like a sledgehammer. She was going to spin this in her head. I knew how her brain worked. Every single time something went wrong, her mind jumped straight back to her past, back to feeling like she was second best, like she was just a temporary fix in my life. She was going to think I’d pick an ex over her. She was going to think she was just a business transaction to me when she was literally my entire world.I took a step toward the doorway to go after her, but Victoria blocked my path, st
ClarissaMy feet glued themselves to the floorboards right outside the study door.The gap in the door was barely two inches wide, but Victoria’s voice came through like she was standing right in my face."Monthly checks? Extra payouts for staying out of the press? A massive cash bonus the moment she delivers a healthy baby?"A cold drop of sweat trickled down the back of my neck, soaking into my collar. My hand moved on its own, fingers pressing against my stomach through the thin fabric of my sweater. My thumb rubbed small, nervous circles over the baby bump, but the warmth I’d felt in this house for the past few weeks vanished into thin air.What was I thinking? What was wrong with me?I’d spent the last month letting Valentine hold my hand at dinner. I’d let him carry my bags, pull out my chair, and sit on the edge of our bed asking about kick counts and doctor appointments. I’d actually let myself believe the soft looks in his eyes meant something real. I’d convinced myself that







