All Chapters of Until Paperwork Do Us Part : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The ride home was quiet, but not uncomfortable.Jack had one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift—his fingers occasionally tapping, like he was keeping time with thoughts he hadn’t yet voiced. Elena sat beside him, one hand propped beneath her chin, watching the city slide past her window. Dusk bathed the skyline in honeyed light. The tension of the day still lingered on her shoulders, but her heartbeat had begun to slow in Jack’s presence, like her body understood what her mind hadn’t said aloud yet.That she trusted him.Still.After everything. Even with the world spiraling, even with the mole hiding somewhere in their walls and Mia’s name lurking like a quiet echo in her head—Jack was still her anchor.When they pulled into the private drive beneath the penthouse, Jack parked and turned off the engine but didn’t move to get out. Instead, he looked over at her.“You’ve been quiet,” he said gently.She didn’t look at him immediately. “I’m thinking.”“Dangerous ha

The sun dipped behind a bank of late afternoon clouds, casting a gray light over the Vale Corp tower. Inside the building, the halls were quiet except for the soft tapping of heels echoing through the executive floor. Elena walked beside Jack, the silence between them not uncomfortable, but heavy with the weight of everything unspoken.They had left early that day, earlier than usual, citing the need for rest after a week that had felt like a year. Jack’s fingers brushed lightly against Elena’s as they exited the elevator and walked into the apartment. It was a simple touch, but it anchored her. She didn’t pull away.The moment the door closed behind them, Elena let out a slow breath. Jack watched her carefully. The days had drawn something taut in her spirit—fatigue, betrayal, and the pressure of carrying a legacy she hadn’t asked for. He wanted to take some of that from her, even if just for a while.“Sit,” he said gently, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch. “I’ll get you

The boardroom wasn’t cold because of the air conditioning. It was cold because of the undercurrents—the quiet tension that stretched across the long glass table like invisible wires. You could feel it in the way people sat a little too straight, in the clipped tones of their greetings, in the tight smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. Elena stood at the head of the table, shoulders squared, a digital report clutched tightly in her hand. Her expression was unreadable, but her fingers betrayed her—the slightest tremble as they gripped the edges of the screen. She hadn’t spoken yet. Not a word. She was waiting. Across the table, Mark lounged back in his seat. Calm. Poised. His fingers tapped slowly against the armrest, one beat off rhythm. His suit was perfect, his tie a shade too dark to be casual. And yet, there was something rehearsed in his ease. Like he was prepared for a fight, and didn’t mind being the one to draw first blood. He’d made a move—again. Quietly. Strategically. He

Jack’s car idled at the curb, engine barely murmuring beneath the midday buzz of city life. He sat still, one hand on the wheel, the other holding his phone, his eyes locked on a blinking dot on the screen.The GPS tracker he’d planted beneath Mia’s car last night—it had worked. And now, here he was, in the West End, parked just down the street from a nondescript warehouse that looked like it belonged to no one. The kind of building the city forgot about.Mia’s car was parked across from it.She hadn’t gone inside yet.But someone else had.And Jack had recognized him instantly.He leaned forward, squinting through the tinted glass as if it would help sharpen the face he’d just seen. The walk, the posture, the cool detachment—it hadn’t changed. Not even after all these years.Marcus Trent.Jack’s jaw tensed. His pulse picked up.Ex–black ops. Former fixer. Once a ghost in Conrad Vale’s arsenal of puppets, long vanished after an international scandal tied to Vale Corp’s murky acquisiti

The front door clicked shut behind them, the soft hum of the city muffled by the penthouse’s quiet embrace. Elena dropped her purse on the console table without a second thought, already half-turned toward Jack, who was pulling off his blazer with a smirk that said he hadn’t stopped thinking about that elevator moment all day.They didn’t speak, they didn’t even need to.He reached for her the moment they were alone. She met him halfway, lips crashing into his like the relief of finally breathing. Elena’s fingers curled into the back of his shirt as Jack’s hands skimmed down her waist, pulling her against him. There was nothing gentle about it—not tonight. Tonight was hunger, tension, fire. A response to everything they couldn’t say aloud at work.They barely made it to the couch. She was already beneath him, her laughter caught between kisses, when the television—left on low from earlier—suddenly blared to life with a sharp jingle of breaking news.They froze, still tangled together,