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Amber. Zeden opened his mouth, but I slid my hand under the table and squeezed his thigh hard, signaling I had this.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Rossi,” I continued, reaching over to take the plate she’d been dishing out even though she hadn’t offered it to me. “I thought the most logical thing after becoming Zeden’s wife was to step up as a mother to his child. After all, someone has to actually be there for her—warm, present. Blood doesn’t automatically make you a parent. Raising her, loving her, earning her trust—that does. And lucky for Zam, she’s finally got that now.”Thalia’s fork clattered against her plate. “Zeden, what kind of nonsense is this? Why is your little maid of a wife trying to mother my own grandchild? And why on earth is Zameera calling another woman ‘mother’?”Zeden leaned back, a smug satisfaction curling his lips. “What else should she call her? Who else does she have to call that? Do you have someone better in mind?”Before Thalia could snap back, a deep male voice c

Amber.The second the words left my mouth, Zeden’s head snapped up.His dark green eyes locked onto mine, and for a heartbeat everything inside me went cold.My legs turned to water.My knees buckling like they might give out any second.It felt like I was standing on the edge of a deep hole, and part of him would be relieved to watch me fall in and cover me with concrete, just because I was foolish enough to try stopping him from finishing what he’d always wanted.“What the hell are you saying?” His voice came out low, dangerous.“I’m saying let her go, Zeden.” I forced the words out even though my throat felt tight. “For crying out loud, she’s the mother of your child. I know you’re not the biological father, but are you really going to take her life over something that happened years ago?”I kept my eyes fixed on the tip of the knife still pressed to Marissa’s neck.My hands trembling at my sides.Slowly, I stepped closer.“Come here. Give me the knife.”“Don’t do that, Blondie.

Amber.I hadn’t even noticed how the sky had bled into deep evening until the car rolled through the gates of the Vercetti mansion.The moment the wheels stopped, I didn’t wait for Zeden or the guard rushing to open the door.I shoved it open myself and bolted, my heels clicking hard against the stone as I ran inside.“Amber!” His voice chased after me, rough and urgent, but I didn’t slow down, didn’t look back.I flew up the staircase.My breath coming fast.My heart still hammering from everything that had happened.The second I pushed into our bedroom he was already there, moving faster than I expected, his hand closing around my wrist.I yanked free with a sharp twist and dropped onto the edge of the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of the blood, the screams, the knife sinking into flesh like it was nothing.Zeden stood in front of me for a long moment, then sank down beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight.“You know I’m truly sorry, right?” His voice wa

Amber.Zeden suddenly crawled off me.Rolling onto his stomach with a low, needy groan. His broad back flexed under the dim bedroom light.His muscles shifting as he settled. He looked back over his shoulder at me, eyes dark and hungry.“You still want this… huh?” I teased, voice soft and breathless.“You promised,” he rasped. “Won’t you fulfill your promise?”“You’re such a baby,” I murmured, crawling between his spread legs. I started at the top, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the strong line of his spine. Each kiss dragged lower, tasting the salt on his skin, feeling the way his body tensed and relaxed under my lips. I reached the dip of his waist, then lower still, until my mouth hovered over the firm curve of his ass.I spread his cheeks apart with both hands, exposing him completely. Without hesitation I leaned in and licked a slow, wet stripe right over his tight hole.“Fuck… Blondie…” The moan tore out of him, deep and broken.His sounds only pushed me further.

Amber. I still hadn’t said a single word.The phone stayed pressed to my ear while my mind spun in dizzy circles. What was I even supposed to say to Skyla? My little sister—the same girl who hated me so deeply she’d helped our father sell me off to a man like Zeden. A man who eventually became the center of my entire world, the one I couldn’t breathe without, the one I loved with every messy, broken piece of me.Was I supposed to call that hatred a blessing now? Some twisted gift that led me straight into his arms?Damn it.Skyla kept talking, her voice small and shaky on the other end, but I stayed silent, trying to wrap my head around how the hell she’d even gotten my number. Why was she calling me at all? Shouldn’t she still be with our father, living whatever comfortable lie they’d built after trading me away?“Amber, I’m asking you—who the fuck is on the phone that’s got you frozen like this?” Zeden’s voice sharpened, cutting through my thoughts. He sat up fully now, re