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Chapter 31

The Glitch~Tara's POV~Alexander Jackson is officially trying to make me lose my mind.Yesterday, he held the library door open for me. He actually stood there, holding the door, and waited for me to walk through with my dusting supplies. I stared at him for a solid ten seconds, expecting him to trip me. He didn't.This morning, I dropped a silver spoon in the dining room. Before I could crouch down, Alexander leaned over, picked it up, and handed it to me."Careful, Tara," he had said, his voice actually gentle.I looked at the spoon like he had just handed me a live hand grenade.Now, I am in the kitchen, aggressively scrubbing a marble countertop that is already spotless, having a full-blown argument with myself."Oh, he has his reasons, Collins says," I mutter to the granite, scrubbing harder. "Of course he does. He's protecting me! By letting his fake wife throw a Givenchy blouse at my head. What a knight in shining armor. Someone get the man a medal."I pause, shaking my head

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-30

Chapter 32

The Wedding Invitation~Tara's POV~'The account belongs to Alexander.'I couldn't stop thinking about Daniel's text message. It kept replaying in my mind as I lay in my basement room, staring at the ceiling.Alexander paid the bribe. Alexander covered up the tampered altimeter. Alexander paid half a million dollars to stop the investigation into my murder.I don't just hate him anymore. I want to obliterate him.The next morning, I am standing by the sideboard in the dining room, holding a silver coffee pot. My hands are perfectly stable. It's terrifying how calm I feel. The anger has reduced into something cold, strong, and infinitely patient.Lea clinks her manicured fingernail against her crystal juice glass."I have an announcement," she says, her voice practically vibrating with excitement.Alexander doesn't look up from his tablet. He looks exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes more serious than yesterday. "What is it, Lea?""I want to renew our vows," she declares, lean

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-31

Chapter 33

The White Silk Trap~Tara's POV~"Ouch! Watch the pins, you idiot!"Lea kicks her foot back, her heel connecting sharply with my collarbone.I swallow a grunt of pain, keeping my head bowed. I am kneeling on the thick Persian rug in the master bedroom, my mouth full of silver sewing pins, adjusting the hem of a fifty-thousand-dollar custom Vera Wang gown.It is a sea of flawless white silk, tough lace, and pearls. It's breathtaking. And it's making me sick to my stomach."I'm sorry, Madam," I murmur, pulling the fabric taut and slipping another pin into the tulle. "The lace is delicate.""Well, your hands are clumsy," Lea snaps, turning side to side in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. She runs her hands over her waist, practically vibrating with egotism.Alice is standing by the velvet armchair, holding a clipboard and a glass of champagne. "It looks stunning on you, Lea. The press is going to lose their minds.""I know," Lea sighs happily, fluffing the skirt. She looks dow

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-01

Chapter 34

The Flight Risk~Tara's POV~Eva is fire, but I need ice. I need Sophia.She is harder to read than the rest of the staff. She keeps her head down, does her job meticulously, and never gossips in the open. But she works closely with Alice, and she sees the things Eva misses.I find her in the dining room, polishing the long table in total silence.I grab a microfiber cloth and start polishing the opposite end. We work in silence for three minutes before I speak."She watches us," I say quietly, not looking up from the wood. "Like we're inmates."Sophia's hand pauses. She doesn't ask who I'm talking about. She knows."Alice is just... devoted to the Madam," Sophia murmurs diplomatically, keeping her voice barely above a whisper."She's a warden," I correct her. "And she spends an awful lot of time tracking my schedule. I don't like being watched, Sophia."Sophia goes completely quiet. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the squeak of our cloths against the polished wood.

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-02

Chapter 35

The VIP List~Tara's POV~"I was humiliated, Alice! Humiliated!"A designer stiletto flies across the entrance, breaking a crystal vase against the far wall.I don't flinch. I just keep running my feather duster over the wooden banister, keeping my head bowed while I listen to the meltdown of the century.Lea storms through the front doors, her face flushed an ugly, splotchy purple. She is wearing a blindingly expensive couture gown, but she looks like a wild animal.Alice hurries in behind her, looking hopeless."Madam, please lower your voice," Alice begs, glancing nervously toward Alexander's study."I will not lower my voice!" Lea shrieks, kicking her other shoe off. "Do you know what it feels like to walk up to the velvet rope at Franklin's wife's fashion week gala, surrounded by the paparazzi, only to be told my seat was given away?""There must have been a clerical error with the event planners," Alice attempts to soothe her, picking up the cast-off shoes."It wasn't an error!"

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-06

Chapter 36

The Airfield Ghost~Tara's POV~'Nora ordered the hit. And Alexander paid to cover it up.'I stand in the corner of the grand living room, my hands tightly folded behind my back, staring at the back of my husband's head.The puzzle pieces have finally snapped together, forming an ugly, terrifying picture. Alexander didn't pay the half-million-dollar bribe to protect me. He paid it to protect his mother. When the private investigator got too close to finding out that Nora Jackson sabotaged the plane, Alexander bought his silence.He chose his murderous mother and his new mistress over me.Good, I think, the hatred settling in my chest like a block of solid ice. That makes it so much easier to destroy you both."Absolutely not! I said cascading white orchids, not hydrangeas. Hydrangeas look like a cheap country club luncheon!"Lea's shrill voice bounces off the vaulted ceilings. She is standing in the center of the room, surrounded by three terrified wedding planners, racks of silk f

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-07

Chapter 37

The Staged Affair~Tara's POV~The metal door of the airport building closes with a loud bang.The air smells like airplane fuel and oil. James is by a workbench with his arms crossed. He's wearing a worn-out denim jacket that looks very different from Daniel's nice, sharp suit.The atmosphere in the room feels deep and uncomfortable. Two guys who both care about me are sizing each other up like they are competing dogs."So, you're the high-school hacker,"James said, his voice low and challenging.Daniel pushed his glasses up, his dark eyes lit up. "And you're the cargo guy. I hear you finally found the ghost I've been hunting.""I found him," James says, stepping forward and dropping a Manila folder onto a metal oil drum. "Because I know how to look for people, not just IP addresses.""Enough," I snap.My voice cuts through the tough guy talk. The guys stop showing off and look at me."We don't have time to mark territory," I say, stepping up to the oil drum and opening the folder.

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-09

Chapter 38

The Invisible War~Alexander's POV~"Are you even listening to me, Alex?"Lea's manicured nails dig into my bicep.We are sitting in the VIP booth of an exclusive downtown whiskey lounge. Across the low glass table, my CFO and oldest friend, Cole, swirls his bourbon with an amused, pitying smirk on his face."I'm listening, Lea," I lie smoothly, keeping my eyes fixed on the amber liquid in my glass."I just think we need to upgrade the security for the vow renewal," Lea pouts, sliding her hand up my chest to play with my collar. "With the press outside, I want Victor to have at least ten more armed men on the perimeter. We can't have peasants ruining the photos."I physically tense at the mention of Victor's name.I take a long, slow sip of my drink, fighting the overwhelming urge to snap her wrist. Her perfume is suffocating....sickly sweet and fake.All I can think about is the smell of lavender detergent and warm skin.My mind violently flashes back to the greenhouse. Pinning Tara

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-10

Chapter 39

The Parallel War~Alexander's POV~"I have the statement, Alexander."Collins Reid's voice crackles over the encrypted burner phone. I lean back in my leather desk chair, staring at the dark ceiling of my study, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes."Did he sign it?" I ask, my voice dead flat."He did," Collins confirms. "The airfield supervisor is terrified. I paid him a quiet visit at his apartment in Van Nuys. Once I explained exactly what Victor would do to him if this cover-up leaked, he practically begged to confess. He signed a sworn affidavit stating Lea Jackson paid him fifty thousand dollars to disable the hangar cameras on October 12th so Victor could tamper with your plane."I breathe out a slow, deep breath. "Is he secured?""I put him on a private charter to a safe house in Montana an hour ago," Collins says. "He knows his testimony will be needed eventually. Alex... we have it. We have the motive, the financial trail, and the witness. We have enough to take Lea and Victo

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-13

Chapter 40

The Starving Man~Alexander's POV~I haven't turned a page of this magazine in twenty minutes.I am sitting in the wingback leather chair in the corner of the library, the afternoon sun pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I am supposed to be reading a profile on overseas flight investments.Instead, I am watching my wife.Tara is polishing the lower shelves of the bookcases across the room. She is wearing that hideous, shapeless gray uniform Lea forces the staff into, the one designed to hide every curve and swallow every ounce of femininity.It doesn't work. Not on her.She reaches up to dust a top shelf, rising slightly on her toes. The heavy fabric pulls taut, outlining the sudden, breathtaking curve of her hips and the long, elegant line of her legs. A stray wisp of chestnut hair has escaped her severe bun, sticking to the wet, graceful slope of her neck.A deep, animalistic ache pools low in my gut. It hits me so hard I actually stop breathing.I am starving. I have

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-04-13

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