LOGINLila’s POV
His sudden burst of intensity completely knocked the wind right out of my sails. I stood there, pinned against the heavy desk, my hands still pressed flat against his chest as the echo of his low growl vibrated through my palms. The fierce, biting anger that had carried me all the way into his office completely vanished, leaving me exposed under his dark, burning gaze. I was left just staring at him, my mouth slightly parted as my heart did these stupid,
Lila’s POVThe air vanished from my lungs.Next to me, Lucien went stone-hard. His fingers clamped around my waist with enough force to leave bruises, his knuckles turned chalk-white against the silk of his robe.I stared at the woman standing by the marble fountain. Stunning didn't even cover it. She had razor-sharp cheekbones, pitch-black hair cut into a sleek bob, and an aura so freezing it turned the entire foyer into an icebox. She wore a tailored cream coat that probably cost more than my mom's entire medical treatment, holding a pair of dark sunglasses in one gloved hand like she was posing for a magazine cover.Her eyes—dark, empty—dragged slowly across the floor. They hit my bare feet first, traveled up my legs, and stopped on my shoulders, where Lucien’s oversized black robe was slipping off one side. Then her gaze dropped to our joined hands.A tiny, mocking smirk pulled at her red lips.Who the hell was this? And why was Lucien looking at her like he'd just seen the devil
Lucien’s POVBy three in the afternoon, the blinding heat of the sun had softened into a deep, honey-gold radiance that spilled lazily through the high arched windows of the estate.Lila had finally agreed to leave the sanctuary of the master bed, though she firmly refused to put on real clothes. Instead, she had drowned her small frame in one of my oversized black silk robes, tying the belt twice around her waist so the hem wouldn't drag too heavily across the floor. The sleeves swallowed her hands, leaving only her small fingers visible, and her dark, wavy hair was a gorgeously messy storm falling over her shoulders. She looked utterly soft, warm, and thoroughly mine.I kept my hand firmly wrapped in hers, our fingers tightly laced together as we stepped out of the private suite and strolled down the grand marble staircase.The mansion was completely, wonderfully silent. Without my sister’s chaotic outbursts, without the phones buzzing in my study, and with Maya away taking care of
Lila’s POVI woke up late the next morning to the warm, intoxicating scent of rain drifting off the skin right next to mine.The plush duvet was drawn all the way up to our shoulders, trapping a sanctuary of heat beneath the covers. Soft, golden morning light filtered through the sheer floor-to-ceiling drapes of the master suite, painting gentle amber stripes across the dark wood furniture and the tangled white silk sheets.My head was resting comfortably on Lucien’s broad chest, my cheek pressed right over his heart. Beneath my skin, the steady, powerful thud of his pulse was beating in a calm, rhythmic tempo—the sweetest lullaby I had ever heard. One of my legs was hooked over his thigh, and my hand was resting loosely over his ribs, my fingers tangled in the soft fabric of his shirt.I shifted slightly, blinking against the warm light, and realized he was already awake.Lucien was lying on his side, prop-supported by a mound of plush pillows, his dark eyes fixed entirely on my face
Lila's POVI pulled back first, just enough to actually look at him, my hands still braced flat against his chest like they belonged there."Not so bad a kisser, Mr. Knight."He blinked, slow, like I'd short-circuited something behind his eyes."Not so bad?" A low laugh rumbled out of him, rough at the edges from the tequila. "Damn. Must've lost my touch somewhere along the way. Do I have permission to practice with you, Mrs. Knight?""Depends. Are you asking, or telling?" "Does it matter?""It matters a lot, actually.""Then I'm asking." His hands hadn't moved off my waist. Hadn't loosened even a fraction. "Permission, Lila."I should've said no. Some tiny, sober sliver of my brain was waving a flag somewhere in the back of my skull, reminding me this was still a business arrangement wearing a wedding ring, that three months ago this man had a security detail escort me into his house like I was cargo."Just as a reminder, Mr. Knight." I kept my voice even, almost bored. "I very muc
Lila's POVWith Maya gone, midterms crushed, and literally zero homework left, I was bored out of my skull.I paced the east wing corridor like a ghost with nothing better to do. The mansion felt way too big and way too quiet without Maya's footsteps bouncing off every wall. Arthur was buried in staff schedules, the housekeepers were doing their thing downstairs, and Lucien had locked himself in his study since noon to clear out paperwork on his rare afternoon off.I tried reading for a while. Made it four pages before I realized I hadn't absorbed a single word. Tried scrolling my phone. Nothing interesting happened in the world in the last forty minutes, apparently. Tried lying face-down on my bed and staring at the ceiling like that would somehow solve the crushing boredom currently eating my brain alive.Nope. Not happening. I was not spending this gorgeous afternoon twiddling my thumbs like some bored housewife in a period drama.I detoured through the lounge, spotted the liquor c
Lucien's POVMorning light poured through the dining room windows, and Lila sat across from me humming under her breath, buttering toast one-handed while scrolling something legal on her phone. The Zurich contract had cleared an hour ago. The board was practically writing me love letters. Life, for once, felt untouchable."You're staring," Lila said, not even looking up from her phone."I'm allowed to stare. You're my wife.""You're allowed to eat your eggs. They're getting cold.""I'll eat when I feel like it.""You're so difficult." She finally glanced up, smirking. "How does a board of grown men take orders from you every day?""Fear, mostly. And the fact that I'm always right.""Humble too. Great combination."Then the doors clicked open, and Maya walked in wrong.Not her usual bounce. No smile. Phone clutched against her apron with both hands, eyes glassy.Lila's knife hit the plate. "Maya? What's wrong?"Maya stopped a few feet from the table, swallowing hard like she was trying







