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Tessa’s POVI paced around the large bedroom, my eyes brushing past the golden curtains and high ceiling. I had never seen a room so big, so extravagant, yet none of it mattered. Not the marble floors, not the dim light fixtures. All I could think about was him. Roman.Why had he brought me here? Why lock me inside a room like some secret he was ashamed of? He claimed it was for my safety but what kind of safety came with silence, no answers, and four guarded walls?And his mother? Why was she so nice to me? What had Roman told her to make her believe we meant something to each other?I ran a hand through my hair, frustration simmering beneath my skin. Every second without answers chewed the calmness inside of me.Then I heard it—a sound.Footsteps, heavy and uneven. Echoing off the marble as they climbed the stairs and into the hallway.No one was allowed in this wing. So the second I heard the footsteps, I knew it was him.I yanked the door open.And Roman stood there.His shirt h

Roman’s POVHer eyes widened when the word slipped out of my mouth.Everything?It landed between us with a weight I hadn’t planned for, heavier than I liked, sharper than I could explain.She froze, searching my face like she was trying to tear me open. And for the first time in a long time, I felt… exposed.“What do you mean by that?” she whispered.My throat tightened. The answer that I wanted to come out was the wrong one.So I swallowed it, let the other part of me—the part that had learned how to twist the truth into something else, take over.“You overthink,” I muttered, forcing a frown that didn’t quite reach my brows. “When I said everything, I meant all the chaos you’ve dragged into my life. The lies. The secrets. The constant trouble you seem to breathe into existence.”Her brows furrowed. She felt bad but she looked like she didn’t believe me. I could see it, the way her lips pressed together, the way her eyes flickered, and the hurt breaking through before she masked it.

Tessa’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapping my head around what had happened moments ago. My fingers dug into the sheets as I recalled the burning anger in Roman’s eyes. I had never seen him so mad before.But there was something else — that voice… I’d heard it right before Roman’s mother took me upstairs.It struck something deep in me—too familiar and haunting. Like a voice I’d buried but came back to haunt me.And there was Roman, he hadn’t said a word. Just told his mother to take me away. He turned his back while I asked him to tell me what was going on.And that silence?It told me everything. Someone was downstairs Roman didn’t want me to see. Or hear. And now my gut twisted with dread.I stood up. I couldn’t sit here like a puppet. Not anymore. My feet moved lightly on the ground.The yelling had vanished and the only sounds I could hear were subtle mumbles of Roman and his mother.I reached the hallway that led to the stairs and then I heard it.“Are you m

The slap still burned across his cheek. Not because it hurt. But because she dared.Teresa. How dare she?She walked away from him like he was nothing. He replayed the scene over and over — the sharp crack of her palm against his face, the fire in her eyes. The betrayal that broke him. He had taken her away from her miserable life. Her mediocre job. Her abusive boyfriend— who happened to be his own brother. He had given her everything, and now… now she thought she could leave?Roman paced the length of his study. The glass of whiskey in his hand was trembling against his grip. His jaw locked so tight it ached.She wasn’t just walking away from him. She was walking away with his blood. His mother’s only hope of revenge and redemption. And his means of sinking his teeth into Grayson and his pathetic mother. The thought dug into him. Sharper than her slap. That baby — his heir, was hers to decide over. She could ruin everything if she wanted. And judging by the look in her eyes, she w