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THE PERFECT WIFE DIES TONIGHT

Lia's hands shook as she fumbled with her house keys. The charity gala had been hell. Three hours of fake smiles and Margaret's passive-aggressive comments about how she still hadn't produced a Whitemore heir after five years of marriage. Five years of trying to be perfect. Five years of pretending she didn't notice the lipstick stains and late nights. The headache that sent her home early was real. The exhaustion was real. The breaking point she was racing toward was very, very real. She pushed open the front door of the Ravencourt Estate. Their house. Except it had never felt like hers. Just another thing Julian's family owned, including her. The house was dark. Julian's car was in the driveway though, which was weird. He'd said he was going to the after-party at the Johnsons' place. Said he'd be out until two or three in the morning. It was barely eleven. Maybe he'd come home early. Maybe for once he'd actually wanted to be with his wife. Lia kicked off her heels and walked to

Proposal

Lia didn't go back to Isla's apartment that night. She drove around Silvercrest for hours, windows down, letting the cold air sting her face. Trying to feel something other than numb. Other than broken. By the time she pulled back into the driveway of Ravencourt Estate, it was past midnight. Julian's car was gone. Of course it was. Probably back at Vanessa's place, or whoever else he was fucking this week. She let herself into the dark, empty house and went straight to the guest bedroom. Couldn't sleep in that bed. Not after what she'd seen. The sheets were probably still warm from their bodies. Her stomach lurched and she barely made it to the bathroom before she threw up. When there was nothing left, she sat on the cold tile floor and cried until her eyes burned. Morning came too fast. Weak sunlight filtered through the curtains. Her phone showed seven missed calls from Margaret and three from Julian. She deleted them all without listening. She showered, dressed in jeans and a

Decision

Lia spent the rest of Sunday at Isla's apartment, curled up on the couch with coffee that had gone cold hours ago. "You're really doing this," Isla said. It wasn't a question. "I'm really doing this." "Okay. Then we need a plan." Isla pulled out her phone. "I have a friend. She works with an exclusive service. Very high-end, very discreet. Celebrities, politicians, people who can't afford scandals." "How do you know someone like that?" "I know a lot of people you'd be surprised about." Isla was already texting. "The question is, are you absolutely sure? Because once I make this call, once you book this, it becomes real." Lia thought about Julian in their bed with Vanessa. I thought about his cruel words. About Margaret's cold dismissal of her pain. About five years of slowly disappearing. "I'm sure." Isla made the call. Twenty minutes later, she had a name and a number written on a napkin. "Her name is Elena. She runs the whole operation. Mention my name and she'll take care o

THE WRONG DOOR

The kiss was giving chills.Caspian's lips were warm and firm against hers, tasting like whiskey and something darker. His hand slid into her hair, gripping gently, and Lia felt a jolt of heat shoot straight through her body. God. When was the last time Julian kissed her like this? Like he actually wanted her? Never. The answer was never. Caspian pulled back slightly, his gray eyes searching her face. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes." Her voice came out breathless. "I'm sure." He stood, pulling her up with him, and led her toward the bedroom. His movements were still slightly unsteady, whatever was affecting him not quite worn off, but his grip on her hand was firm. Certain. The bedroom was dim, only the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Caspian turned to face her, and for a moment they just stood there, breathing hard, staring at each other. Then his hands were on her waist, pulling her close. His mouth found hers again, hungrier this time. Desperate. L

Shaking

Lia's hands wouldn't stop shaking on the steering wheel. She'd just slept with a mafia boss. A fucking mafia boss. Not some professional escort who'd disappear from her life after one night. Not some safe, anonymous transaction. No. She'd walked into the wrong room and ended up in bed with Caspian Nero. A man who ran the criminal underworld of Silvercrest. What the hell had she done?The early morning streets were empty as she drove home. Saturday dawn, the city still sleeping off Friday night. Lia felt like she was moving through a dream. Or a nightmare. She couldn't tell which. Her body ached in places that reminded her exactly what had happened. The way he'd touched her. Kissed her. I looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Stop it. Stop thinking about it. But she couldn't. His gray eyes. His hands. His voice said her name.Lia pulled into the driveway of Ravencourt Estate and sat there for a full minute, trying to calm her racing heart. The house wa

THE ONYX CLUB

Sunday dragged by like torture. Lia spent the day pretending to read, pretending to watch TV, pretending she wasn't counting down the hours until eight PM. Julian was home for most of it, locked in his study on conference calls. He came out once for food, barely acknowledged her, then disappeared again. The open marriage was working perfectly for him. He got to do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted, and Lia stayed home like a good little wife. Except tonight she wasn't staying home.At six, she started getting ready. The black dress fit perfectly, hugging her curves without being obvious about it. She did her makeup carefully, dark eyes and red lips. Bold. Not the soft, pretty look Margaret always insisted on. When she looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked dangerous. Like someone who belonged in Caspian's world.Julian was in the living room when she came downstairs. He glanced up from his laptop, barely registering her appearance. "Going out?""Yes."

DANGEROUS GAMES

Two weeks of living with the knowledge that someone was always watching. At first, it freaked Lia out. She'd be at the grocery store and catch a glimpse of a man in a black SUV parked three spaces down. She'd leave Isla's café and see someone across the street pretending to read a newspaper. They weren't even trying to hide anymore. Caspian's people. Always there. Always watching.The weird thing was, after a few days, she stopped being scared. Started feeling something else instead. Safe. Protected. Like nothing bad could happen to her as long as they were there. It was messed up. She knew it was messed up. But she couldn't help it.Julian noticed something was different. Not the men watching her. He was too self-absorbed for that. But he noticed her. The way she carried herself. How she didn't flinch anymore when he raised his voice. How she looked him in the eye instead of looking away."You're different," he said one morning over breakfast. He was actually home for once, eating to

LINES CROSSED

The garden was quieter than the ballroom. Cooler. Lia could breathe out here, away from the suffocating crowd and Margaret's judgmental stares. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees overhead, casting soft shadows across the stone paths. The smell of roses hung heavy in the air.Caspian stood in the shadows near a hedge, barely visible in his black tux. But she'd have known he was there even in complete darkness. She could feel him. That pull. That gravity between them that made no sense and every sense at the same time."You came," he said as she approached."I shouldn't have.""But you did." He stepped forward, into the light. His eyes were dark. Hungry. "Two weeks, Lia. Two weeks of my people telling me where you are, what you're doing, who you're with. Do you know what that's been like? Knowing you're out there and I can't touch you?""You put those people on me. That was your choice.""To keep you safe. Not to drive myself crazy." He moved closer. Too close. She should step back. She

THE SECOND NIGHT (PART 1)

Lia POV Friday took forever to arrive. Lia went through the motions of her life like she was underwater. Everything felt slow and muffled and far away. Breakfast with Julian, who spent the entire meal on his phone texting someone. Probably Vanessa. Probably making plans for another night away. Lunch alone because Margaret canceled at the last minute. Thank God. Lia couldn't handle another lecture about proper behavior and disappointing the Whitmore family.All she could think about was tonight. About Caspian. About the way he'd kissed her in the garden three days ago like he was drowning and she was air. About the text message she'd read a hundred times. Same hotel. Same time. Friday. Don't make me wait.She wasn't going to make him wait. Couldn't if she wanted to. Some invisible string pulled her toward him and fighting it felt impossible.At six PM, Lia started getting ready. She stood in front of her closet for twenty minutes, pulling out dresses and putting them back. Nothing fel

THE SECOND NIGHT (PART 2)

Caspian's POV Caspian was losing his fucking mind.Three days. Three goddamn days since he'd kissed Lia in that garden. Since he'd tasted her mouth and felt her body pressed against his. Since she'd looked at him with those green eyes full of want and fear and something else he couldn't name.Three days of pure torture.He'd tried to distract himself. Threw himself into work. Met with suppliers. Dealt with the Kozlov situation. Sat through boring meetings about territory and money and all the shit that usually kept him focused. But none of it worked. All he could think about was her.The way she'd kissed him back. The little sound she'd made when his hand slid up her thigh. The way her fingers had dug into his shoulders like she was afraid he'd disappear.Tuesday night, he'd given up trying to sleep. Lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, his body hard and aching. He'd reached down, wrapped his hand around himself, and thought about her. About that emerald dress pooled at her feet. A

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