บททั้งหมดของ Divorce Clause: Heir Included: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The heavy oak doors of the corner suite didn’t creak, but the air in the room shifted the second Nathan stepped inside.Marcus and Lucas fanned out behind him, two pillars of silent, lethal muscle. Ethan Cole didn’t even flinch. He sat behind a desk carved from a single slab of obsidian, his polished loafers propped up on the edge. A half-eaten takeout container sat in his lap. Nathan hadn't looked at the man in years. The doctor had aged into his sins; silver threaded his dark hair, and the lines carved around his mouth suggested a man who spent his nights staring at things that wouldn't stay buried."Don Wright," Cole greeted, his voice as smooth as aged bourbon. He didn't look up from his noodles. "To what do I owe the interruption?"Nathan didn't move. He’d always considered himself a modern Don—no forced bows, no kissing the ring. But there was a difference between comfort and a lack of survival instinct. Cole was acting like a man who had forgotten whose name was on the building

"Doesn't mean anything," Zack whispered, his face crimson."Don't worry," Nathan teased, his hand moving to the back of Zack’s head, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. "You’ll have all night to keep trying. Because I’m nowhere near done with you."Tuesday morning arrived with a vengeance. Zack woke up to a dull ache in his lower back and a stomach that felt like it was full of rusted nails. He barely made it to the ensuite, retching until there was nothing left, wishing Nathan was there to hold his hair back.But the bed was empty. Nathan had slipped out early to take Leo to the park before the workday started.Zack dragged himself into the kitchen, the floor cold under his feet. He put the kettle on, wondering if using the power always came with a hangover, or if this was just the price of almost turning into a human anchor the day before.By the time the front door clicked open, Zack felt almost human again. He couldn't afford to be bedridden. Not today. He’d promised Leo a trip to

Nathan’s voice wouldn't stop echoing.“Much more of this, and I’m going to regret coming back at all.”The words were a jagged blade, scraping against the inside of my skull every time I tried to focus on the ledgers. I hadn't looked at Zack since that conversation. When I’d finally hauled myself back to the Havenfall penthouse last night, he was a still shape under the covers, and this morning he was out the door with Leo before the sun had even cleared the skyline. He was icing me out. Usually, I’d break the silence with a heavy hand, but the hits on our supply lines were coming too fast. I was drowning in a war on two fronts: my marriage and the streets.Tonight, the Eclipse Festival would force us into the same tuxedo-clad cage. I wasn't going to let him drift. We’d stay in it until the air cleared. I couldn't let him slip back into that shell. Not again.Lately, the press had shifted. The city was starting to look at Zack not as a victim of the Logan era, but as the consort of a

Nathan was already awake when Zack’s eyes fluttered open. Propped on a muscular elbow, the Don was tracing slow, possessive circles across Zack’s flat stomach, a rare, boyish grin softening his usually lethal features. The cool morning air bit at Zack’s skin where the duvet had been unceremoniously tugged away."Nathan, it's freezing. Give them back," Zack muttered, his voice thick with sleep as he tried to roll toward his husband."Sorry, tiger," Nathan chuckled, the low rumble of his chest vibrating against the mattress as he pulled Zack flush against his heat. "I couldn't help it. You're a masterpiece when you're dead to the world.""It’s creepy," Zack grumbled, tucking his face into the hollow of Nathan’s neck. "Watching people sleep is for serial killers.""I'm the head of the Cocolink family. I can be as creepy as I want," Nathan countered, his tone smug.Zack inhaled the sharp, familiar scent of cedar and expensive tobacco, but the comfort didn't last. A sudden, violent lurch i

Nathan leaned against the doorframe of Leo’s bedroom, the heavy silence of the penthouse broken only by the rhythmic murmur of Zack’s voice. Zack was perched on the edge of the small bed, spinning a gritty street-smart fable to coax their son into sleep. Outside, the Havenfall skyline was a jagged mess of cold neon and encroaching autumn shadows.Nathan watched the curve of Zack’s neck, the way his fingers combed through Leo’s dark hair. A visceral ache tightened in Nathan’s chest. Every time he thought his obsession with this man had peaked, Zack found a new way to dismantle him. The news of the second child had only deepened the stakes. This wasn't just about territory anymore; it was about the bloodline.The risk he was about to take felt like a lead weight in his gut, but the sight of them—safe, warm, breathing—was the only fuel he had. He needed to burn this image into his retinas. He’d need it where he was going.Zack caught his eye, a tired but lethal smirk touching his lips. H