Semua Bab Let Them Kneel: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The sharp scent of burning sugar hit Kaelani’s nose a second too late. She whipped the oven door open, coughing as smoke curled out in a bitter wave. The tray of croissants, once golden and perfect, was now blackened beyond saving. “Damn it,” she muttered, sliding them out and clattering the tray o

The sedan rolled to a stop on the tarmac, its engine purring low. Julian stepped out, buttoning his jacket calm and collectively, his gaze fixed on the figure emerging from the cabin. Elara appeared at the top, every inch composed elegance—silk dress catching the light, golden hair pinned to perfec

The rest of the meal dragged, filled with Elara’s endless chatter about florists and ceremonial colors, her voice rising above the hum of conversation. Julian offered little more than nods or clipped replies, his gaze wandering as if he had no interest in the current setting. When at last the final

Kaelani jolted awake, breathless, her body arching against the sheets as if the dream still held her captive. A hot pulse shuddered low in her abdomen, shame heating her cheeks even in the empty room. Her breath caught as the fragments returned—the dream. His hands gripping her as if she belonged t

Julian sat behind his desk, the glow of his computer screen casting pale light across the office. Spreadsheets filled the screen, reports detailing supply shipments and land contracts. His eyes moved steadily, each keystroke deliberate, as though order on the page might impose order everywhere else.