LOGIN~ Stellan’s POVThe blinding, rhythmic explosion of flashbulbs turned the massive, tiered press auditorium of Vaughn Enterprises into a glaring sea of white light.I stood behind the heavy mahogany podium, my hands gripping the edges of the wood. I was wearing a custom-tailored black suit, a stark and deliberate contrast to the blood-soaked shirt I had worn the last time I faced a room full of people. The chaotic, overlapping shouting of over a hundred journalists echoed off the ceilings, creating a deafening wall of noise.They wanted blood. They wanted a scandal. They wanted the Dragon of Wall Street to grovel, to issue a carefully sanitized, legally approved corporate apology for the events that had dominated global headlines for the last seven days.To my left, seated in the front row, the entire executive board of Vaughn Enterprises sweated under the harsh stage lights. They were gripping their briefcases, their faces pale and drawn, praying that I was about to deliver the exact
~ Thea’s POVThe drive to Stellan’s estate was a profound, surreal contrast to the agonizing departure I had endured just a few days ago.I sat in the back of the SUV, the soft, rich leather of the seats a quiet comfort against my aching body. Graham navigated the congested Manhattan streets with his usual impeccable precision. "Welcome home, Mrs. Vaughn," Graham murmured from the driver’s seat, glancing at me in the rearview mirror with a rare, genuine smile as the SUV rolled up the circular driveway.Mrs. Vaughn. The words sent a hot, euphoric thrill straight down my spine. I looked at the diamond weighing down my left ring finger. It caught the afternoon light, blinding and absolute."Thank you, Graham," I whispered, my voice still slightly raspy but infinitely stronger than it had been yesterday.Graham opened my door, offering his hand to help me step out. I moved slowly, my bruised ribs protesting the motion, but I refused the wheelchair the hospital had tried to push on me. I
~ Thea’s POV"Yes."The single word was a wet, breathless sob that tore its way out of my throat, completely shattering the heavy silence of the hospital room. I didn't care about the catastrophic media scandal, the plummeting stock of Vaughn Enterprises, or the bruised, battered state of my own body. Looking down at the billionaire kneeling on the sterile floor, his clothes ruined and his pitch-black eyes burning with an absolute, unconditional devotion, the answer was the easiest truth I had ever spoken."Yes," I repeated, the tears spilling freely over my lashes and tracking down my pale cheeks. "Yes, Stellan. I will marry you."A ragged, heavy exhale ripped through Stellan’s chest, as if he had genuinely been terrified I might refuse him. The lethal, untouchable Dragon of Wall Street let his head drop forward for a fraction of a second in pure, unadulterated relief, before his dark eyes snapped back up to mine.He didn't waste a single heartbeat.With agonizing care, his large fi
~ Stellan's POVI stopped breathing. The relentless, deafening roar of the medical machinery, the plummeting stock tickers, the media apocalypse waiting outside the heavy double doors, it all ceased to exist.I looked down at the twenty-one-year-old girl propped up against the hospital pillows. Her dark hair was a tangled mess. A horrific, blossoming purple bruise marred the delicate architecture of her cheekbone. She was battered, exhausted, and tethered to an IV line. Yet, as she stared back at me, her hands fisted in the blood-stained fabric of my ruined shirt, she looked like an absolute, conquering queen.She had just stared down the barrel of her own destruction, and instead of taking the easy way out, instead of letting me fall on my sword and hand her a clean, scandal-free slate, she was actively choosing to chain her soul to the monster of Wall Street.The fortress I had built around my heart completely, irrevocably shattered.I closed the microscopic distance between us an
~ Thea’s POVSitting on the edge of my hospital bed was simply a man. A man who looked entirely, devastatingly exhausted, his pitch-black eyes stripped of all their titanium armor, leaving only a raw, bleeding vulnerability.I slowly lowered my hands. "What is it?"Stellan looked down at his lap, his jaw clenching tightly before he forced himself to meet my gaze again. "When I first brought you into my home, after Richard's funeral, I made a vow to protect you," Stellan began, his hands resting on his knees, his knuckles white and bruised. "I thought I could manage it clinically. I thought I could be the distant, impenetrable guardian your father asked me to be. But the second you challenged me, the second you looked at me with those beautiful eyes... I was lost."He took a ragged breath, the confession tearing out of him."The control, Thea," he murmured, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second. "The rules, the curfews, the tactical mercenaries at the gates. I know how it looked
~ Stellan’s POVCaught in my shock and confusion, I let her finish talking."He wasn't angry, Stellan," Thea whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers gripping the fabric of my black t-shirt. Tears pooled in her eyes, shining under the harsh hospital lights, but they weren't tears of sorrow. "He told me he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing when he left me to you. He wasn't betrayed... he was happy."My jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. A profound, crushing weight, a suffocating guilt that had lived in the darkest corner of my chest since the moment I first pulled her into my bed, began to violently fracture."He said you didn't manipulate the will to get to me," she continued, a wet, breathless laugh escaping her bruised lips. "He said he manipulated you. He knew you needed an anchor, and he knew I needed a fortress."A dark, resonant chuckle tore itself from my throat before I could stop it. The sheer, colossal arrogance of Richard Mercer. Even from beyond the grave, the
~ Thea's POVThe regression analysis on Lance’s laptop screen might as well have been written in hieroglyphics.My eyes traced the columns of data, variables, coefficients, standard error, but my brain refused to process a single number. All I could process was the feeling of being watched.It wasn
~ Thea's POV"Show me," Maya demanded, her hand hovering over my phone where it lay face-down on the velvet cushion."No," I said, snatching it up and sliding it into the pocket of my sweatpants. My heart was still doing that awful, fluttery thing it had been doing since I read the text."Thea, if
~ Thea’s POV"Thea?" Stellan asked, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating with a suspicion that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Who was that?"I looked up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I tried to keep my face blank, but I could feel the blood draining from it
~ Thea's POVI stared at his hand, still holding mine. It was warm. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against the diamond collar hidden beneath my sweater.For the last twenty-four hours, I had been consumed. I had been kidnapped, Ravished, marked, and paraded. I had been told I was a Mercer, a q







