Chapter 31

LUCAThe morning had been nonstop.Conference rooms, strategy calls, back-to-back meetings — I had barely sat down since I walked into the building. By the time I finally dropped into the leather chair behind my desk, it was a little past noon. The city skyline gleamed beyond the windows, but my mind was elsewhere.I loosened my tie and rolled my sleeves up, then opened my laptop. Emails. Reports. Messages. I scrolled through them mechanically, replying where necessary.Then my phone lit up with an incoming call.The name on the screen made my shoulders tense instantly.I had put off this moment for as long as I could, I guess, my radio silence had finally been noticed.Part of me wanted to let it ring out. The other part knew better.I stared at it for two beats, jaw tight, and waied for the third ring before answering.“Luca.”The voice on the other end was gruff and croaky with age and years of cigars and whiskey.“You’ve gone a month and a half without reporting back. Hope all is

Chapter 32

EVE'S POVI slammed the front door shut behind me with more force than necessary, the sound reverberating through the quiet house like a crack of thunder. My legs felt unsteady as I leaned back against the solid wood, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The drive home had been a complete blur — the driver had remained completely silent the entire way, probably sensing the emotional storm radiating off me in waves. Kane’s strict instructions from the parking lot still echoed in my head: “Go straight home. Lock the doors. Do not stop anywhere. Call me when you get home, and let me know if anything feels even slightly off.”I didn’t call him.I couldn’t bring myself to do it yet.The image of Helen bent over his desk refused to leave my mind, playing on an endless, cruel loop. Her tiny black skirt riding up her thighs. His shirt hanging open at the collar. Her arms twisted painfully behind her back in his strong grip. The way she had looked at me when I pushed that door open — that flee

Chapter 33

EVE’S POVMorning didn’t rush in. It unfolded slowly—light slipping through the curtains, settling across the sheets in quiet, deliberate patterns. For a moment, I stayed still, aware of the weight of Kane’s arm around me, the steady rise and fall of his breathing at my back.It should have felt comforting.Instead, memory crept in—uninvited and precise. The office. The parking lot. The way voices carried when people thought they were justified. The way mine hadn’t.I exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling.Kane shifted behind me. “You’re awake.”His voice was low, steady. Not tentative. Not careful.“Yes.”There was a brief pause before he spoke again. “The lawyers started early. We’ll have the first draft of the dissolution papers this afternoon.”The word still sat heavily—dissolution. Clinical. Necessary.“Good,” I said, because anything else would have complicated something that already wasn’t simple.His arm tightened slightly, not possessive, just present. “You don’t have to go

Chapter 34

HELEN’S POV“Anywhere with a bar.”I didn’t look at the driver when I said it.If I did, I might have seen the judgment. Or worse—pity.The ride was quiet, but my head wasn’t.It kept replaying.Eve standing there, calm, composed… like she had always belonged beside him.Like I had just been… temporary.My jaw tightened.“She doesn’t even have a wolf,” I muttered under my breath, my fingers curling into my palm.The driver slowed to a stop.“Here, madam.”I handed him cash without counting it and stepped out.The bar hit me all at once—music, laughter, bodies pressed too close together. It was messy. Loud. Careless.I needed that.I slipped onto a stool and tapped the counter.“Margarita. And tequila shots.”The bartender gave me a look, then nodded.Good.No questions.The first drink burned just right.The second went down easier.By the third, the tightness in my chest had loosened just enough for me to breathe without feeling like I was choking on it.I stared at the glass in my h

Chapter 35

Prince William’S POVI shouldn’t have been smiling.Not like this.Not alone.But I couldn’t help it.The city lights slid across the tinted glass as I drove, Lagos stretching out in gold and shadow, but I barely saw any of it. My mind kept circling back—replaying, refining, savoring.Helen.Drunk. Angry. Talking too much.Useful.My grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly as a quiet laugh slipped out of me.What were the odds?All this time, I’d been forcing doors that wouldn’t open—negotiations, alliances, waiting on my father to “handle things properly.” Watching opportunities slip through because everything had to be done his way.And then—She just… fell into my lap.A bitter ex-fiancée with a bruised ego and a need to be seen.People like that didn’t just talk.They spilled.I pulled into the manor driveway, the gates sliding shut behind me with a soft mechanical hum. The place looked the same as always—imposing, polished, suffocating.Home.“Good evening, young master.”M

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