All Chapters of Married To My Gay Bestfriend : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Devin’s POV I go back inside and find Mark at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his hand and a laptop open in front of him. He looks up when I enter, his eyes still shadowed with the exhaustion of the past few days but sharper than they have been since the activation. The deprogramming is working, slowly but surely, the same way it worked for Priya and the other sleepers Dr. Grant treated."Bad news?" he asks."The police want to interview me. They think someone is still running Alden's operation, and my name keeps appearing in the financial records.""Your name appears because Alden used your accounts as cover. He routed transactions through your old expense reports, your travel reimbursements, even your charitable donations. He buried his crimes in your legitimate activity so that if anyone ever came looking, they would find you instead of him.""Can you prove that?""I have been compiling evidence for weeks. Every transaction Alden routed through your accounts. Every forged si

Eve’s POV We end the call, and I sit in the quiet of the cabin, listening to the steady thud of Devin's axe outside. The boys are still on their blanket, still kicking and yawning and existing in that peaceful bubble that only babies seem to inhabit. I cross the room and kneel beside them, brushing my fingers across Sebastian's dark hair and Theodore's soft cheek."Your mother is a CEO," I tell them. "She runs a company that employs thousands of people. And she is very good at her job, even when she is hiding in a cabin in the middle of nowhere."Sebastian grabs my finger and holds on tight. Theodore turns his head toward the sound of my voice, his dark eyes blinking slowly."I am going to teach you both how to run this company someday. How to read a balance sheet and negotiate a merger and stare down a boardroom full of men who underestimate you. But first, you have to learn how to sleep through the night. That is the first lesson."Devin comes in from outside, his cheeks flushed fr

Eve's POVThe safe house is a brownstone on a quiet street lined with bare trees and parked cars dusted with snow. It looks like every other house on the block, ordinary and unremarkable, the kind of place where no one would think to look for a family on the run. Solomon's people have been preparing it for days, and when we arrive, the rooms are warm and the lights are low and there is a nursery on the second floor with two cribs and a rocking chair and a mobile of paper stars hanging from the ceiling.The boys settle into their new space without fuss. Sebastian falls asleep almost immediately, his tiny fist curled against his cheek. Theodore watches me for a while longer, his dark eyes blinking slowly, before he too drifts off into the deep and peaceful sleep of babies who have no idea that their parents are fighting a war.I stand in the doorway of the nursery and watch them breathe. The weight of tomorrow presses down on my chest, but looking at them, I feel something else too. Det

Eve’s POV The boys are asleep in their cribs, their tiny chests rising and falling beneath the soft glow of the nightlight. I stand in the nursery doorway for a long moment, watching them, letting the reality of tonight finally sink in.Victor Reyes is in custody. The network is broken. The people who hunted us for months are either behind bars or running for their lives. We are safe. Actually safe.I should feel nothing but relief, yet when I hear footsteps behind me, a different kind of warmth curls through me. Devin's hands settle gently on my shoulders, his thumbs moving in slow circles against muscles that have been tense for so long I almost forgot what relaxation felt like."You should rest," he murmurs.I smile faintly. "So should you.""I will when you do."I turn around to face him. He looks exhausted, his shirt wrinkled and his hair slightly disheveled, with shadows beneath his eyes that tell the story of every sleepless night he has spent protecting us. He has never looke

Devin’s POV She turns back to face me, and her dress pools at her feet. "Then show me. Show me what you noticed."I lower her onto the bed and follow her down, my body covering hers. The fabric of her bra is thin and lacy, and I can feel the heat of her through it, the quick rise and fall of her breathing. I kiss her throat and the hollow of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts above the lace. She arches into me, her nails scoring lightly down my back, and the sensation makes me groan against her skin."Devin." Her voice is breathy, urgent. "I need you.""I know what you need."I take my time with her. I learn every sensitive spot all over again, the place behind her ear that makes her gasp, the curve of her hip that makes her squirm, the inside of her wrist where her pulse beats rapid and strong. By the time I slip the last of her clothing away, she is trembling and flushed and looking at me with eyes that are dark and heavy with want."You are wearing too many clothes," she