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Chapter 31

Eliora's POVThe sound of the shattered porcelain against the kitchen tiles seemed to echo through the entire villa. I stood frozen, the steam from the spilled herbal tea rising around my ankles, but I couldn't feel the heat. All I could feel was the icy blood rushing through my veins as I stared at the birth certificate on my phone screen.Ezra Monroe Donovan. My secret. My soul. My only reason for breathing. And now, a weapon in the hands of a ghost.I slowly knelt, picking up the jagged pieces of the cup with trembling hands. One sharp edge sliced into my thumb, a bead of crimson blood forming instantly, but the physical pain was a relief compared to the mental agony. I didn't call Zoey. I didn't call Elijah. If I told them, the secret would be real. It would be out of my control.I cleaned the floor in a trance, my mind racing. I had to handle this alone. I had to find out who this person was before they destroyed Ezra’s life.Just as I was throwing the broken shards into the bin

Chapter 32

Eliora's POVThe drive back to the villa was a blur of streetlights and the agonizing hum of my own heartbeat. Every time a car pulled up behind my car, I was convinced it was a nondescript vehicle filled with the shadows of the person who had sent that email. My phone felt like a live wire in my hand, heavy with the digital proof that my life was no longer mine.When I reached the front door, my hands were shaking so violently that I struggled to fit the key into the lock. The metal scraped against the plate, a harsh, grating sound in the dead silence of the night. Finally, the bolt clicked, and I stepped into the foyer.The house was swallowed in darkness. No hall light, no kitchen glow. I didn't reach for the switch. I didn't want to see my own reflection in the hallway mirrors. I looked like a ghost, and I felt like one, too.I leaned my back against the door, closing my eyes and letting out a long, shuddering breath. The silk of my emerald dress felt like ice against my skin, a r

Chapter 33

Eliora's POVI spent two hours in front of the vanity mirror this morning, using every ounce of expensive concealer I owned to hide the dark circles under my eyes. My face felt tight, my skin pale despite the blush. I looked like a porcelain doll that had been dropped and glued back together—fine from a distance, but full of cracks if you looked too closely.The villa had been silent when I left. No morning coffee with Zoey. No shared jokes. Just the heavy, suffocating weight of the empty chair where she usually sat. I made sure Ezra was safe with Margaret before leaving the house.When I stepped off the elevator at the Monroe Group, I was greeted by the familiar hum of the office, but today, it sounded static."Good morning, Ms. Monroe," Clara said, falling into step beside me with a tablet in hand. She took one look at me and paused, her professional mask slipping for a split second. "Are you feeling alright? You look... a bit under the weather.""I'm fine, Clara," I said, my voice

Chapter 34

Eliora’s POVThe Grand Sapphire Ballroom was a dizzying display of old-money excess. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive cologne, humming with the sound of a live orchestra that struggled to drown out the predatory whispers of the city's elite. Crystal chandeliers vibrated overhead, casting a fractured, diamond-like light over the crowd.I stepped onto the marble floor, the scarlet silk of my gown feeling like a second skin. It was a bold, aggressive red that stood out against the sea of safe blacks and muted navy. Beside me, Elijah was the picture of a supportive fiancé. He wore his tuxedo with an easy grace, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back."Smile, sweetheart," Elijah murmured, his voice smooth but his eyes sharp, scanning the room like a hawk. "Tonight is about stability. Let them see the Monroe Group isn't just surviving; it's thriving.""I’m doing my best, Elijah," I replied, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. Every flash of a camera fel

Chapter 35

Eliora's POV The garden was a tomb of silver and shadow. Below the balcony, the three men stood in a perfect, silent triangle around the stone fountain. Kian, Elijah, and Caden—each of them frozen, each of them a statue of suspicion in the moonlight. I watched from behind the velvet curtain, my breath hitching as I sent the final provocation.Their phones lit up in unison, three small squares of electronic light cutting through the dark. In perfect, terrifying synchronization, all three of them snapped their heads upward. Their eyes searched the darkened gallery, looking directly at the spot where I stood. The weight of their combined gaze felt like a physical blow.My phone vibrated violently in my palm, shattering the silence.From Margaret:Eliora, Ezra is in trouble! Please call me back!A second later, another one.From Anonymous:“Do you still think I’m a coward?”A photo followed. My heart stopped. It was Ezra, sleeping soundly in his crib, but the angle was high, someone was sta

Chapter 36

Kian’s POVMy phone had buzzed in my pocket while I was standing in the ballroom after Eliora had stepped out, staring at Elijah and Caden like we were three idiots in a trap.“Eliora is in trouble. Come to the North Fountain.”The message was anonymous, but I didn't care. Anything that involved her safety was my business. But when I got there, she wasn’t there. Only those two were. We stood in a silent, hateful triangle, snapping our heads up toward the balcony when our phones lit up again, telling me to check out the balcony.I knew something was wrong. My gut twisted with a cold, sharp dread I hadn't felt in years. I didn't wait to argue with Elijah. I pulled out my phone and opened a private app, a tracker I had slipped onto Eliora’s phone the last time she was at my place. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. I needed to know where she was especially after the incident in my office.The little red dot was moving. Fast. Too fast. She was leaving the gala, tearing down the

Chapter 37

Kian’s POVThe clock on the waiting room wall was a torture device. Tick. Tick. Tick.Each second felt like a needle pressing into my skin. The air in the hospital was too thin, smelling of bleach and hopelessness. I looked down at my hands. The blood was dry now, a dark crust on my palms. It was a constant reminder of the weight of her body in my arms on that cold road.Zoey was back in the room, but the fire in her was gone. She sat next to Drew, her eyes so red and swollen she could barely keep them open. She wasn't wailing anymore; she was past that. She was in a trance of grief. Drew sat beside her, his hand firmly gripping hers. He was the only thing keeping her upright. Occasionally, she would lean her head against his shoulder, her small frame looking defeated and broken.Elijah was the first to break the silence. He had been huddled in a corner with Zoey, their voices low and urgent. I caught snatches of the conversation fragments that didn't make sense to me."...have to make

Chapter 38

Kian’s POVThe stairwell was a cold, concrete cage. I stood there for a long time, staring at the heavy metal door that led back to the ICU. My knuckles were sore, and the dried blood on my skin felt like a second layer of clothing. A hit and run. The thought kept spinning in my head. Someone had planned this. Someone had watched her stand in that fog and decided to destroy her.I pushed off the wall. I couldn't stay in the dark forever. I needed to see her. Even if she was behind glass, even if a machine was the only thing keeping her chest moving, I had to be near her.As I walked back into the hallway, the hospital felt different. The lights were dimmed for the night, casting long, eerie shadows across the linoleum floor. The only sound was the distant, rhythmic hum of machines and the occasional squeak of a nurse's shoes far away.I stopped walking when I saw a shadow near the end of the long corridor.It was Zoey.She was standing alone by a large window at the end of the hall, lo

Chapter 39

Kian’s POVThe drive to the address Julian gave me was a silent, cold blur. My hands were like ice on the steering wheel, my grip so tight my joints throbbed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the splash of scarlet silk against the gray asphalt.My phone vibrated in the console. It was the private detective I had hired weeks ago to look into the headline leaks. I swiped the screen with a jagged motion."Give me something good," I barked into the dark cabin of the car."Kian, I’ve pulled the street camera footage from three blocks away from the intersection," the detective’s voice was low and serious. "The truck was waiting. It sat in a blind spot for ten minutes with its lights off. It only moved when her car stalled at the light. This wasn't a mistake, Kian. It was a targeted hit. A hit-and-run by design."A roar of white-hot rage spiked in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Someone had sat in the dark, watching her. They had waited for the perfect moment to try and snuff out her

Chapter 40

Kian’s POVThe air in the hallway was thick, charged with a tension so sharp it felt like it could draw blood. I stood my ground, my boots planted firmly on the hardwood floor, my eyes locked on the door where the boy had disappeared. My heart was a frantic drum in my chest, a mixture of ancestral recognition and a dark, possessive hunger. I was ready to tear this house apart, piece by piece, just to get to him. To touch him. To know.Then, the world exploded in a blur of motion.Elijah didn't waste time with warnings. He launched himself at me with a speed born of pure desperation. His fist connected with my jaw in a hard, sudden punch that sent a shockwave through my skull. The sound was a sickening, dull thud. My head snapped to the side, and the metallic, copper taste of blood flooded my mouth instantly. I stumbled back, my ears ringing with a high-pitched whine as I struggled to keep my balance."What's wrong with you?" Elijah’s voice wasn't just a shout; it was a jagged, raw scr

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