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The rest of the afternoon dragged on like a slow torture. Rory spent hours in the formal sitting room with Julian, going over wedding plans that felt more like a business contract than a celebration of love. He spoke about the venue — a grand ballroom in one of the city’s most exclusive hotels — the guest list that included politicians, underworld bosses, and influential businessmen, and the honeymoon in the Maldives. Every word made her stomach twist. While Julian droned on about flower choices and seating arrangements, Rory’s mind kept drifting back to the alcove. To Jax’s possessive growl. To the way his body had caged hers. To the terrifying promise in his eyes when he said he would kill Julian before letting her marry him. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to ignore the persistent ache between her thighs. “You seem distracted, Aurora,” Julian said suddenly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing. He reached across the table and took her hand. His touch felt cold compared to Jax’s

The announcement hit Rory like a punch to the gut. Two weeks. Just fourteen days until she was supposed to walk down the aisle and marry Julian Voss. The words echoed in her head as she sat frozen at the breakfast table, her fork hovering over her plate. Dominic Sinclair looked pleased with himself, as if he had just secured the deal of a lifetime. “Two weeks is more than enough time,” her father said, sipping his coffee. “The alliance with the Voss family will make us untouchable. Victor Lang won’t dare make another move after that.” Julian, sitting beside her, placed a hand on her thigh under the table — a gesture that was meant to be reassuring but felt like a cage closing around her. “I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he murmured, loud enough for the table to hear. Rory forced a smile, but inside she was screaming. Her eyes darted across the room to where Jax stood guard. His face was stone-cold, but she saw the storm in his grey eyes. His jaw was clenched so tightly she

The mysterious text message had changed everything. **“I know what you’re doing. Stop before someone gets hurt.”** Rory read it at least twenty times before deleting it, her hands shaking. Who knew? How much did they know? The paranoia was eating her alive. Every shadow in the mansion felt like eyes watching her. Every conversation felt loaded with double meaning. The days leading up to the rehearsal dinner were a special kind of hell. Wedding preparations continued at a frantic pace. Rory was pulled from one appointment to another — final dress adjustments, seating charts, photo sessions with Julian. Her fiancé was becoming increasingly suffocating. He insisted on constant physical contact in public, kissed her cheek too possessively, and watched her with cold, calculating eyes that made her skin crawl. Meanwhile, her stolen moments with Jax were growing more intense and risky. One afternoon, during a brief window when Julian was in a meeting with her father, Jax pulled her in

The basement was cold and damp, a place where Dominic Sinclair usually broke his enemies. Jax Draven had never imagined he would be the one chained to a metal chair, wrists raw from the restraints, blood drying on his face from the beating he had received. Hours had passed since the confrontation in the garage. Jax’s mind was solely focused on one thing: Rory. He had to get to her. He had to protect her from the monster he had once sworn loyalty to. Upstairs, Rory was living her own nightmare. Her room had become a luxurious prison. Guards stationed outside her door. Windows locked. Phone confiscated. She paced the floor like a caged animal, her mind racing with possibilities. Every second that passed brought her closer to a wedding she didn’t want and further from the man she loved. A quiet knock at the door startled her. It was Elena, her stepmother, carrying a tray of food. “You need to eat,” Elena said softly, setting the tray down. Her eyes were sympathetic. “Your father

The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city felt like a temporary tomb — cold, silent, and filled with the faint smell of rust, dust, and old motor oil. Early morning light filtered through the cracked, dirty windows high above, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Rory Sinclair sat curled in the passenger seat of the black SUV, her head resting against Jax Draven’s broad shoulder. Her body still hummed from the adrenaline of their desperate escape and the intense, emotional lovemaking they had shared in the backseat just hours earlier. Jax hadn’t closed his eyes once. His grey eyes remained sharp and alert, scanning every shadow outside the vehicle. One hand rested on the steering wheel even though the engine was off. The other held his gun loosely on his lap, ready to fire at the slightest threat. Blood from a cut on his temple had dried on his face, making him look even more dangerous than usual. “We can’t stay here long,” he said quietly, his deep vo