Semua Bab The CEO Who Wants My Soul and Body: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"It's more real than anything else," Myles said, moving toward me. "Your conscious mind is struggling to accept it, but your soul has already surrendered. You know this is real, Nova. You've always known."He reached out and touched my cheek, and the contact sent a cascade of sensations through me… not the present moment, but overlapping with it. The ballroom. The candlelight. The certainty that I was about to make a choice that would destroy everything."In the dream, what happens?" Myles asked quietly.I swallowed hard. "I run. I tell you I can't accept the betrothal. I try to leave with… ""With James," Myles finished. "The stable master. The man who loved you safely. Who asked nothing of you except your presence."I nodded, and the shame of it flooded through me… not my shame, but Helena's. The weight of choosing security over destiny. Choosing love over fate."And in the dream?" he continued, his voice dropping to s

"The Rutherford family has been waiting for you," he said as we moved through the dance. "My great-grandfather made a pact with your ancestor centuries ago. If a Harlow Bride ever returned in the same lifetime as her Rochefort obsession, they would facilitate the reunion.""This is insane," I whispered. "All of this is insane.""Yes," Myles agreed. "But it's also inevitable. Some forces transcend logic, Nova. They exist beyond the boundaries of rationality. What's between us is one of those forces."He spun me, and my dress flared around us like crimson wings. For a moment, I was suspended in his arms, and the present moment overlapped with the ballroom from my dreams. I saw candlelight instead of electric light. I heard an orchestra instead of a string quartet. But the man holding me was identical…same intensity, same possessiveness, same absolute certainty that I belonged to him."I'm terrified of you," I said."I know," Myles replied, his

"No," I whispered, reaching toward the glass case.The moment my hand touched the crest, pain exploded through my entire body. Not physical pain, but something deeper…a spiritual agony that suggested I was being torn apart at the molecular level.I collapsed, gasping, my vision fragmenting into overlapping realities. I saw myself dying in a hundred different ways across a hundred different timelines. I saw Myles watching each death, unable to prevent any of them. I saw the eternal cycle of meeting and separation and destruction that had defined our existence across the centuries.And beneath it all, I felt the crest's ancient power trying to sever the thread that connected me to Myles. Trying to make this lifetime different. Trying to finally break the pattern.I screamed, and the sound of my own voice seemed to trigger something in the compound's security systems. Alarms began sounding. Distant explosions suggested that the DuPont facility was com

For a long moment afterward, we simply lay entwined, our breathing synchronized, our heartbeats aligned. He held me against his chest, and I could feel the rapid deceleration of his pulse as he gradually returned to baseline functioning."I love you," he said quietly. "Not in the way that normal people love. Not with compromise or negotiation or the acknowledgment of boundaries. I love you in the way that a curse loves its target, in the way that obsession loves its focus. Absolutely. Completely. Forever.""I love you too," I replied, and I meant it with the same absoluteness. MYLES' POVAfter Nova fell asleep, Myles remained awake, holding her against his chest and trying very hard not to think about what he'd just done.He'd spent centuries… across multiple lifetimes… learning to control his darkness. Learning to contain his obsession, to channel his possessiveness into productive outlets. But the moment the curse had

NOVA'S POV The summons came through Katherine's perfectly modulated voice at 2:47 PM on a Tuesday afternoon that felt no different from any other Tuesday, except that everything was different now. The curse had broken. The bond had solidified. And Myles had vanished into the machinery of corporate warfare, leaving me suspended in a state of anxious uncertainty."Mr. Rochefort requests your presence in his private office," Katherine said, her eyes deliberately avoiding mine in that way that suggested she knew exactly what kind of meeting this would be. "Immediately."The walk to his office felt longer than it had any right to. The corridors of the Rochefort building seemed to stretch and contract with each step I took, and by the time I reached his door, my heart was thundering against my ribs with enough force to make breathing difficult.I knocked, and his voice came back immediately… a low "come in" that held layers of command benea