All Chapters of The Man Who Stole My Name : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Arnold's POVIt was quiet enough in the house, yet not that half-soothing kind of quiet. It was the kind that itches at your head, it is too vivid in its silence, with memories of every thought you are too busy trying to forget.I took another shot of bourbon and, dropping into the leather chair beside the window, I gazed out into the dark yard. The image in the mirror staring back at me was weary, older than I had thought, but the thoughts running through my head weren’t old. They were raw and dangerous.Sophie D’Amato.She baffled me from the moment I met her. She was supposed to be Cipher’s wife, nothing more, a pretty ornament on his arm, a woman playing a role she didn’t understand, but the way she carried herself… no ornament could walk into a room like that. No social butterfly with an empty head would be able to stare in that way.She took me back to Jasmine.That was the part that made me crazy. Jasmine was dead. She had to be.I had built my survival on that fact, clawed my

Jasmine's POVThe red sedan haunted me long after Cipher shut off the monitor. Joanne Grey, my former best friend, the woman who smiled at me, shared secrets, and braided my hair in high school. She turned and climbed into bed with my husband, who evidently had swapped into the seat of driving auto that had nearly taken my life.And every time I thought of that, my chest still burned like it had been full of glass hurled inside at the time, pouncing against my ribs, but the voice of Cipher, cool and very sure, came to me, "She will not get away with it."I believed him, but belief wasn’t enough, I wanted proof. I wanted to see Joanne with my own eyes, peel back her mask, and watch what she really was spill out.So I called her.She was delighted to hear from “Sophie D’Amato,” the enigmatic wife of Cipher, and suggested shopping. Of course she did. Nothing pleased Joanne more than parading herself down marble aisles with branded bags in hand.We met at Avenue Montaigne, the City's pol

THIS CHAPTER IS 18 RATEDJasmine's POVHis lips crashed against mine, hungry and desperate, like that of a man who had gone too long without food. I tasted him, his flavor filled my senses, he tasted like smoke, heat, want. His huge hands touched everywhere ruthlessly, touching my damp flesh like he had a claim on it.I gasped into his mouth, my hands behind the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into me. My hot naked body tensed against his, desperate for him to be inside me, but he was still desperately kissing me, and I couldn't even pull away. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was a war between our teeth and tongues, and the hunger raging in us both didn't make it easier. We ate each other up to the point when we simply could not breathe anymore, my lungs were on fire, and still, I did not want to stop.When he drew back, he was flushed and his lips were sore and red. His eyes were wild flame like fire."Fuck, Jasmine, he was growling now, and his voice vibrated through me. "You have no

Cipher's POVThe ballroom was chandelier-lit and shimmered with secrets. The flutes rattled with crystals, laughter was the smoke in the air, and poison was brewing below the silks and the velvet. I had attended thousands of these meetings, political, social, corporate, but this time I found something chewing at me more vile than the normal game.My eyes made their own compass. They kept finding her.Jasmine was at the marble column to which she had attached ivory flowers, and the golden light streaming through the chandeliers had kissed her skin. Some useless thing said to her by a dowager duchess made her laugh. She was radiant, almost untouchable and yet, I could see the wolves circling.One wolf in particular.Arnold.Could it be Arnold that sent the message to her the other day at our date? With the way he was staring at her, I could sense he knew.He had made himself a couple of feet distant, feigning to be engaged in light conversation, but his eyes were stuck like oil, thick a