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Chapter 110Indiaโs POVIt was officially a week since I walked out on Roman in his office.I didnโt know what Kelly was plotting.In hindsight, that should have been my first clue that something was wrong or right.Kelly plotting was different from Kelly spiraling. There was a sharpness to her eyes again, a focus that had nothing to do with survival and everything to do with intention. She moved through my apartment with purpose, phone constantly buzzing, scribbling notes, whispering to herself like she was directing an invisible orchestra.โYouโre smiling,โ I told her one afternoon, watching her pace the living room.She stopped mid-step. โAm I?โโYes,โ I said flatly. โWhich is suspicious.โShe smiled wider. โMaybe Iโm just happy.โโKelly.โShe waved me off. โDonโt interrogate a pregnant woman. Itโs bad karma.โI narrowed my eyes. โYouโre scheming.โโIโm organizing,โ she corrected. โThereโs a difference.โI should have pushed harder.But life had been calmer. Quiet in a way that fe
Chapter 109Indiaโs POVThe first thing I noticed wasnโt dramatic.It wasnโt vomiting or tears or some movie-perfect moment of realization.It was the way Kelly flinched when she took off her bra.We were getting ready for bed, if you could call collapsing onto opposite sides of my apartment โgetting ready.โ The living room light was dim, the city outside reduced to a low hum, and Kelly stood near the bathroom door, wincing as she unclasped.โEverything okay?โ I asked, absently scrolling through my phone.She nodded too quickly. โYeah. Just sore.โI looked up.โSore how?โShe shrugged, avoiding my eyes. โJustโฆ sensitive. Probably stress.โStress.The universal excuse for everything that didnโt want to be examined too closely.I didnโt push. Not then.But my brain filed it away.The second thing was the nausea.Kelly had always been iron-stomached. She was the woman who could down espresso on an empty stomach and still argue coherently about tax policy. The woman who once ate street
Chapter 108Romanโs POVRussia greeted me with steel skies and colder silences.I came here to do business.After surviving, I had to get my head back into the game.Moscow always did that, welcoming you like a challenge instead of a city. Grey stretched endlessly above the skyline, concrete and glass rising with unapologetic authority. Power lived here. Not the loud, flashy kind, but the kind that sat quietly in rooms and decided who survived the next decade.I shouldโve felt grounded.Instead, everything feltโฆ hollow.The car rolled through the gates of Kristov Volkovโs compound just outside the city, tires crunching over gravel, armed guards nodding us through with familiar precision. This was old ground for me. Familiar territory. Deals made here reshaped markets, rerouted billions, and buried ghosts.Normally, I thrived on it.Today, my mind kept drifting, unwanted, persistent.Indiaโs eyes.The way theyโd gone cold instead of loud.The way sheโd flinched when I said I loved he
Chapter 107Indiaโs POVI donโt remember how I left Romanโs building.I remember the elevator doors closing.I remember the mirror, my face pale, eyes too bright, lips pressed together like they were the only thing holding me upright.I remember breathing like it was something I had to relearn.In.Out.Donโt fall apart here.By the time the car pulled away from the curb, the city blurred into color and motion, and my chest finally caved in on itself.I pressed my forehead to the cool glass and let the tears come, silent, furious, relentless. The kind that didnโt ask permission. The kind that felt like grief tearing its way out through my ribs.I hadnโt screamed.I hadnโt thrown anything.I hadnโt even said the things burning my tongue.Iโd justโฆ left.And somehow that felt worse.The office lights were already on when I arrived, the familiar hum of productivity buzzing around me like a cruel joke. My world had just imploded, and everyone else was still replying to emails, still arg
Chapter 106Romanโs POVThe moment the door opened, my life split into before and after.India.Her name thundered through me like a prayer I was too late to say.I shoved Harper away so hard she stumbled back a step, my hands burning as if her skin had scalded me. The space between us felt poisoned now contaminated by the exact second India walked in and saw the worst possible version of the truth.โIndia, waitโฆโ I took a step toward her, panic clawing up my throat. โThis is not what it looks like.โGod, I hated those words the instant they left my mouth. They sounded weak. Clichรฉd. Like every lie ever told by men who deserved to lose the women they loved.But I wasnโt lying.Not about this.Harper laughed softly behind me.That sound snapped something feral loose in my chest.I turned on her, voice lethal. โGet out.โShe blinked, feigning innocence. โRoman, relaxโฆโโNow.โIndiaโs hand rose between us like a blade.โDonโt,โ she said quietly.One word. Final. Devastating.I froz
Chapter 105Indiaโs POVMorning didnโt feel fragile anymore.It feltโฆ possible.Guillermoโs small hand was warm in mine as we walked up the steps of his school, his backpack bouncing against his spine with every reluctant step. His lower lip trembled, eyes glossy, still shaken from everything that had happened to his mother.Roman told him last night and as a kid, he was worried sick.โI donโt want to go,โ he said softly.โI know, Guille.โ I crouched in front of him, smoothing his hair back. โBut youโre very brave. And brave boys get rewards.โHis eyes narrowed suspiciously. โWhat kind?โโAn irresponsible amount of candy,โ I whispered. โThe kind your mom would pretend not to notice.โThat earned me a smile. A small one but real.โAnd no tantrums?โ I added.He nodded solemnly. โPromise.โI kissed his forehead and watched him disappear into the building, my chest tightening and loosening all at once.Alive.Rory was alive. Guillermo was safe. Roman had finally told me the truth.And
Chapter 73 Roman's POV She isnโt moving.Not a breath, not a step.India stands there like marble carved out of shock, the glimmering dress that had once caught my eye now looks like a cage she canโt breathe in. Her fingers twitch agains
Chapter 69 Roman's POV India stands there like a living contradiction, sharp tongue, soft eyes, spine straight like sheโs preparing for combat, and a dress that looks like sin tailored itself around her curves. The sheer fabric clings to h
Chapter 72 India's POV The dress fits like it was poured over my skin, shiny, sculpted, scandalously perfect but it feels like armor instead of beauty. I feelโฆ.empty.The reflection staring back from the mirror looks like a queen prepared for
Chapter 68 India's POV The moment the jet doors open, warm Caribbean air brushes across my skin like a teasing whisper, heavy with salt and a sweetness I canโt name. The sun hits me harder than I expect, blinding at first, and for a secon







