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CHAPTER 1: What Is Peace?

"What is peace?" I typed the caption. "What, who, or where do you regard as your peace? Inspire me.” The glow of my phone was the only thing lighting my dark bedroom. I sat on the edge of the mattress, staring at the painting I’d just uploaded to my art profile. It was a piece I’d finished at 3 o’clock in the morning, when the house was finally quiet enough for me to breathe. It showed a woman with her head tilted back, her mouth pulled into a silent, jagged scream. It wasn't pretty, but it was honest. The notifications started to roll in. People loved the "tortured artist" vibe, unaware that the real torture was passed out in the living room right below me. “Peace is having enough money to never look at a price tag,” the first comment read. I let out a short, dry laugh. If money bought peace, I wouldn't feel like my chest was being crushed. I had been recognized in the art world since I was eleven. I had made plenty of money, but I never saw a dime of it. My mother made sure of

CHAPTER 2: Straight Into Chaos

My heart wouldn’t stop thumping against my ribs. It was a fast, erratic rhythm that made my chest ache. I stared at the photo on my laptop screen until my eyes burned. It looked like a crime scene. I looked at the window. It was pitch black outside. It couldn't be real. Adrian was in New York. We had just been talking and he was the only one I spoke to. He was thousands of miles away, sitting in some dark room, not standing on my porch. But I needed to see it for myself. I moved to my bedroom door and turned the handle as slowly as I could. I slipped into the hallway, my bare feet cold on the floor. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw her. Katerina was sprawled across the sofa in the living room, her arm hanging off the side, snoring in a alcohol-heavy sleep. I crept past her and reached the front door. My fingers were shaking so hard I had to use both hands to turn the deadbolt. I pulled the door open just a few inches. The bag was there. It was sitting right in the center

CHAPTER 3: Straight Into Lies

The penthouse was exactly how I expected a billionaire's place to look. All glass and stone, polished grey floors, matte white walls. After all the noise in New Orleans, the silence here felt expensive. Ronan dropped my bags by the door and looked around, his shoulders dropping an inch. "It's yours for as long as you need it, Nir. Make yourself at home. I'm going to check the kitchen and see what we have for dinner. Go ahead and explore." I wandered toward a side table near the hallway. A silver frame caught my eye. I picked it up. It was a photo of Ronan and Adrian. They were younger, standing in front of a brick building, both laughing. Ronan looked relaxed in it, nothing like the guarded man I had seen at the airport. I stared at Adrian's boyish handsomeness, longer than I should have. That was the man I'd spent months talking to on the phone. The one who knew my favorite colors and the things that kept me up at night. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out.

CHAPTER 4: Hot and Cold

Adrian's hands were large and hot, anchoring me against the glass door while he kissed me like he was trying to swallow my breath. I let out a low moan against his lips. Every part of me felt wired and sensitive. The calloused texture of his palms against my waist sent a jolt through my spine that made my knees weak. I pulled him closer, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate to close every space between us. He tasted like the dark and rain. It wasn't the sweet, careful version of Adrian I had built in my mind. This was raw. His chest pressed into mine and I could feel the thud of his heart matching the frantic rhythm of my own. I whimpered when his teeth grazed my bottom lip. I was lightheaded, my head tilted back as he moved his mouth down to the skin of my throat. "Adrian," I breathed. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to erase the scorched rose and the sound of my mother's voice. I wanted him to be the man from the phone and the man in front

CHAPTER 5: The Beginning or The End?

I watched from the window as Adrian's bike wove through the New York traffic, becoming a smaller and smaller speck until he vanished around a corner. The roar of the engine lingered for a second before the city swallowed it whole. I moved away from the glass and sat on the edge of the bed. The silence felt heavier now that he was gone. My heart was still doing that jagged, uneven beat against my ribs. I pulled my phone out and scrolled back through our messages. It was a habit I couldn't break, a way to find the man I thought I knew. I stopped at a text from a few days ago, back when the distance between us blurred his coldness. I had been feeling bold and lonely in the middle of the night, and I had asked him to talk dirty to me. Reading his response now made a slow, familiar heat pool in my stomach. The words were raw and possessive, so different from the cold wall of a man I knew now. I couldn't get the picture of his hands on me out of my head. I throbbed between my legs and

CHAPTER 6: The Brick Between Us

The fresh white petal was more terrifying than the scorched rose had been. It meant someone had been inside my room. The locks and the height of the penthouse meant nothing to them. I felt a sudden prickly sensation on the back of my head. I looked around, expecting a shadow in the corner or a figure by the curtains. There was no one. Without Adrian or Ronan there, the silence became a threat. I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the room, my heart hammering. It was ridiculous to feel hunted in a fortress like this, yet the air felt thin. I scrambled down the stairs, my eyes darting around. My thumb hovered over Ronan's contact. Before I could think, my hand dialed Adrian's number instead. He picked up on the first ring. "Nirvana." His voice was sharp and alert. "Please come," I choked out. My voice trembled so violently I had to grip the phone with both hands. I was shivering, a cold chill tagtbhad nothing to do with the temperature of the room. "Nirvana, talk to me. What is

CHAPTER 7: Anonymous Artist

My chest felt hollow. I sat in the middle of the crowded hall, my hands folded on the desk as I tried to ignore the lump forming in my throat. I kept my eyes on my notebook. I didn't want to look up. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to cry. Adrian stood behind the podium, speaking in the deep, familiar voice that used to comfort me through the phone on my darkest nights. But right now that voice held no warmth. It was strictly professional and completely foreign. He wore a dark grey suit that made his shoulders look broad. He controlled the whole room without even trying. It was as if I didn't know him. And he wouldn't look at me.Not even a glance. The man who had held me so tightly just hours ago, the man who had brushed the hair away from my forehead while I cried in a strange bedroom, was pretending I didn't exist. It hurt far more than I expected. The rejection settled deep in my stomach, a aching weight that made it hard to take a full breath. I felt stupid for

CHAPTER 8: A Man Divided

Adrian's POV I closed the door to my office and turned the deadbolt. The click echoed in the quiet room. I braced both hands flat on my desk and leaned my weight forward, dropping my head between my shoulders. My knuckles were white, fisted against the dark wood. I forced my fingers to uncurl one by one. The joints throbbed. My jaw ached with a dull, persistent pain from the strain of keeping my teeth clamped together for the last hour. I closed my eyes but the image of Nirvana sitting in the middle of that lecture hall was burned into the back of my eyelids. She looked so small. I saw the exact moment the humiliation registered on her face. I saw the way her shoulders stiffened and the way she dug her fingernails into her own palms to stop herself from crying. Damn! I caused that. I inflicted that pain deliberately. I stood up and paced the length of the small office. I needed a distraction during that lecture. If I had allowed myself to look at her for even one more second,

CHAPTER 9: Heat and Blood

NIRVANA'S POV I sat on the edge of the marble counter for what felt like hours, letting the darkness of the kitchen swallow me. The only light came from the faint orange glow of the street lamps filtering through the windows. My fingers were clamped so tightly around the sketchbook that my hand ached. I couldn't bring myself to let go. I was so angry my chest actually hurt. The fear I had felt standing in that university hallway had burned away, leaving behind a suffocating rage that needed somewhere to go. When I finally heard the front door click open, my whole body went rigid. Adrian's boots thudded down the main hallway. He didn't turn any lights on. He just walked through the dark house, bringing with him the smell of cold night air, leather, and cigarette smoke. He stopped at the entrance to the kitchen and stared at me. I didn't give him a chance to speak. I raised my arm and threw the sketchbook directly at him. It hit him squarely in the chest with a satisfying thud. H

CHAPTER 10: Big Massive Liar.

Adrian's POV The click of the front door shattered the air between us and I yanked myself back from Nirvana. The sudden loss of her heat hit me hard. I turned my back to her immediately, dragging my hands through my hair. Ronan's footsteps echoed down the corridor. But the voice that came ahead of him was completely wrong. Flat. Deadened. The voice he only used when he was handling the ugly side of our business. "I do not care if he begged. Sink the car and get rid of him." I dropped my hands and turned just as Ronan stepped into the kitchen doorway. He pulled a burner phone from his ear and shoved it into his pocket, but Nirvana had already seen it. He stopped dead, eyes narrowing, immediately sensing the atmosphere hanging between us. He let out a loud sigh and played the exhausted businessman. He reached up, loosened his tie, and shrugged off his suit jacket. That was a mistake. As the dark jacket slipped off his shoulders, the dim light from the windows caught the left sid

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