All Chapters of THE WOLFE LEGACY: HEIRESS OF THE EMPIRE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~ARIA~The silence stretched like a held breath. Every sound in the café seemed completely muted, as if it was waiting on the air itself. The man held the crumpled cup in one hand that was still damp from the thin flow that had made its way out of it. The girl's wrist was still trembling lightly in the grip he had of her, but she did her best to hide it, her glare slightly less fierce than before. “Let me go, you psycho, and get the hell out of my business.” She abused her, but even passing the insult, her voice was not nearly as strong three seconds earlier.He finally released his grip on the girl calmly, as if he was only allowing her to let go when he was ready. In his other hand he had the cup still, bent, crumpled, and pathetic, the thin walls it was constructed of completely destroyed, and resting down from his grip. He very carefully set the cup down on the table, but even with ultimate care, it was not without slight mess, the stain of brown from his cup ruining the table,

~ARIA~Cassian finally moved away from the doorway, closing the distance between us with an unhurried grace only he could pull off. Then he sat across from me, loosened his tie further, and allowed his shoulders to settle like he was trying to shake off the weight of the world from it.The smell of my half-eaten pie which clung stubbornly to the air got instantly mixed up with a faint trace of his cologne that somehow managed to cut through everything. The fork in my hand hovered over the plate, but my appetite was long gone since the second he sat down. I glanced up at him swiftly then returned my gaze to my desk, then I began shuffling some of the papers that lay on it, pretending they needed sorting. I tried to fill the silence between us but my whole actions felt off.“You look… tired,” I finally said, my voice softer than I meant for it to be, but somehow it felt safer than admitting what I was actually thinking: You look like you’re about to undo me.He gave a quiet laugh, low

~ARIA~The showroom door clicked shut behind us, and both of us slumped into the office like we’d been dragged there. I dropped into my chair with a sigh that rattled through my whole body, while Sienna flopped dramatically onto the couch, one arm flung over her eyes.“Please tell me that was the last client of the day,” she groaned.“Unfortunately,” I muttered, tugging at my shoes like they were enemies, “it was. But also, fortunately, because if she had changed her mind one more time, I would have had to call security. On myself.”Sienna peeked out from under her arm, grinning. “Don’t lie. You were two seconds away from throwing that measuring tape around her neck.”“I was three seconds away from stabbing myself with a pin.” I rubbed my temples. “She came in asking for a mermaid gown, then by the time we finished sketching it, she wanted a ball gown. And then after that, what was it again?”Sienna lifted her head. “A pencil skirt set. With feathers. Don’t forget the feathers.”“Oh m

~SIENNA~I slid the emerald silk across the table, the fabric catching the lamplight as Aria leaned in, eyes sharp, hungry for details like always. We’d been circling the same question for too long. Whether to use gold or pearl trim for Mrs. Evangeline’s gown and finally when we reached a decision, I sighed in relief as I thought that would be the night’s biggest decision, until Aria looked up at me with that deliberate tone of hers.“Sienna,” she murmured, her fingers brushing the cloth, “what do you think about me changing the studio’s name?”That caught me off guard. I blinked, then grinned. “Changing it?” I tilted my head at her, already liking the idea. “Honestly? That’s perfect. A fresh start. So… when? And what name are we talking about?”Her lips curved into a smug smile. “That part’s a secret for now. You’ll find out soon enough. But I’m thinking Fashion Week. Announcing it onstage would be unforgettable. I don’t know what Cassian will say, but I’ll still try and I know I’ll

~CASSIAN~The car finally rolled to a stop, and only then did my lungs remember how to work. My grip on Aria had been iron the entire ride with every bump threatening to undo me. I didn’t move right away, not until I felt the world still beneath my boots.Her head lay warm but frighteningly limp against my shoulder. I adjusted her carefully, terrified of hurting her more than she already was. My men waited outside with doors open and their eyes flicking between me and the fragile figure in my arms. I didn’t let them touch her. I didn’t trust anyone else.I carried her through the estate ignoring the hushed voices and the pity in the eyes of the staff. I took her straight to my room. Then I laid her down on my bed, stepping back just enough to let the doctors approach.“Check her,” I said. The words scraped sharply out of me.They marched forward to the bedside, their bags opening with the soft rustle of zippers and the faint clink of vials inside, every sound sharper in the silence of