LOGINChapter 30: The Gilded CagePOV: ChloeThe vibration of the phone against my thigh felt like an electric shock. I was sitting in AP History, my hand resting "lovingly" on Jax’s arm while the teacher droned on about the fall of empires. I didn't need a lecture to know about empires falling; I could feel my own turning to ash.I slid my phone out under the desk, the brightness turned all the way down. My breath hitched as I read the messages.[Elias]: I’m sending a mass blast to every phone in this college. I’ll tell them about the one-night stand...My heart hammered so hard I thought Jax would hear it through my sleeve. The gym. Ten minutes."You okay, babe?" Jax whispered, leaning in close. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."I forced a smile, the muscles in my face aching from the effort. "Just a headache. The slap took a lot out of me. I think I need to go to the infirmary and get some aspirin."Jax smirked, his ego fed by the reminder of my "loyalty." "Go ahead. I’ll catc
Chapter 29: The Mark of the QueenPOV: EliasThe sting on my cheek was nothing compared to the ice in my veins. My head was still turned to the side, my skin throbbing from the weight of her palm. The hallway was a vacuum of silence for exactly three seconds before the laughter started.It wasn’t a roar; it was a snicker that grew into a wave of mockery."Damn, Vance. I think she missed a spot," Jax’s voice boomed, dripping with a satisfaction that made my stomach churn. He adjusted his grip on Chloe’s waist, pulling her closer as if to mark his territory. "The trash usually gets taken out, but you just got slapped back into the gutter.""Look at his face," someone whispered. "He actually thought he had a chance."I slowly turned my head back to look at them. My jaw was tight, the muscles jumping. I didn't look at Jax. I looked at Chloe. Her eyes were like glass—expensive, beautiful, and completely empty. She looked through me like I was a smudge on a window."Let's go, Jax," s
Chapter 28: The Coldest WinterPOV: ChloeThe silk of my dress felt like a straitjacket. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, watching the maid pin a family heirloom brooch—a cluster of diamonds that looked like frozen tears—to my collar.My father’s threat was a phantom weight around my neck. Erased. That was the word he used. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that red laser dot dancing on the back of Elias’s head. I had to be perfect. I had to be the monster he thought I was, or Elias Vance wouldn't live to see graduation.I picked up my phone. The text from Elias was sitting there, a jagged wound on the screen.[Elias]: You forgot your heart at my place, Princess. Don't worry. I’m going to keep it in a jar until it turns as cold as mine.I deleted it. My fingers didn't even tremble. I had to kill the girl who went to the industrial district. She was dead. She died the moment I stepped into the SUV.When I arrived at St. Jude’s, I wasn't alone. Jax was w
Chapter 27: The Hollow ManPOV: EliasI stood in the doorway, the cold air from the stairwell rushing in to fill the space where Chloe had just been standing. The sound of her heels retreating down the concrete steps was like a rhythmic hammering against my skull.Clink. Clink. Clink. Gone."Elias," my mother’s voice was a soft, pained whisper behind me. "Leave it. Let her go."I didn't move. I couldn't. I watched from the landing as the black SUVs pulled away, their red taillights disappearing into the midnight fog like the eyes of a predator. The street was silent again, save for the rustle of the cash Chloe had tossed onto our floor—the paper crinkling as it settled into the dust.My chest felt like it had been hollowed out with a rusted spoon. The warmth from the bed, the whispered promises, the way she had looked at me—it all felt like a fever dream that had just broken into a nightmare."She was lying," I muttered, but the words felt weak even to me. "She had to be. You s
Chapter 26: The Return of the MaskPOV: ChloeThe pounding on the door wasn't just wood on wood; it was the sound of my life collapsing. Every heavy thud from the Senator’s men vibrated through my bones. I looked at the peeling wallpaper, the flickering candle, and Elias—his face set in a look of stubborn, suicidal bravery."Elias, don't," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You can't fight them.""I’m not letting them take you like a prisoner, Chloe," he snapped, his eyes fixed on the door. His mother stood in the hallway, her arms crossed, a woman who had spent her life holding back the tide, ready to do it one last time.But then, the pounding stopped.The silence that followed was worse. A second later, my phone buzzed in my hand. It was a video call. I didn't want to answer, but I knew if I didn't, they’d break the door down.I slid the screen. My father’s face appeared. He wasn't in the SUV outside; he was in his study, the mahogany and leather background looking like a col
Chapter 25: The Woman in the DoorwayPOV: EliasThe handle turned in slow motion. My heart wasn’t just beating; it was trying to punch its way out of my ribs. I had faced down Jax with a crowbar and stood toe-to-toe with a Senator, but nothing—nothing—prepared me for the sheer terror of my mother walking in on the Queen of St. Jude’s in our bedroom."Elias?"I threw myself against the door just as it cracked open an inch."Wait! Ma, don't!" I grunted, leaning my shoulder into the wood."What do you mean, 'don't'?" Her voice was muffled, moving from curious to suspicious in a heartbeat. "Elias Vance, why are you holding the door shut? Are you hurt? Did those boys from the hills follow you home again?""No! No, I’m fine," I called out, glancing back at the bed.Chloe was a blur of frantic motion. She had her sweater on backward, her hair was a golden bird's nest, and she was currently trying to shove her designer boots under my bed with her foot. She looked at me, her eyes dinne







