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Chapter 51 Boom!

Zayne’s POV The entrance to Nero’s villa hissed shut behind me, but the anger didn’t.It sat in my chest like a hot coal, heavy and expanding, burning everything it touched. My pulse was still wild from the scene I’d walked in on, Nero naked, Celeste naked, the smugness in Nero’s voice, the fake surprise in hers, the thick smell of sex clinging to the air like poison.Celeste was also a problem that needed to be dealt with. But that wasn’t the important part now. No—the important part now was Isla.Her face when she told me no kept flashing behind my eyes like a damn ghost.The way her voice broke. The way my heart did too.I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles whitened.The evening air hit cold against my skin, but inside me? Fire. A wildfire I couldn’t put out.I turned onto the coastal road, the engine snarling as I pushed the car harder than I should have. It was barely sunrise, and my head was already pounding like I’d taken ten shots of rage instead of whiskey.I sho

Chapter 52 The ones who snap

Isla’s POVIn the evening…..The house was loud.Not loud in the way parties were loud, but in the way families got when they tried too hard to act normal. Silverware clinked too often. Chairs scraped. Too many voices overlapped in the dining room, all of it forced into cheerfulness like it could erase what had happened the night before.Sienna was sitting at the table again for dinner. Better. Brighter. Smiling.Aurora had wrapped her in layers of warmth and care like armor—soft sweaters, tea that kept getting refilled before the cup was empty, questions asked too gently. Ronan stood behind her chair, one solid hand resting on her shoulder as if to remind the world she was still here.Marco hovered too.He didn’t hover like Aurora. He hovered like a man who’d once carved power out of violence but now only had worry left. Everything Sienna reached for appeared before her hand even completed the movement.Rico sat across from me, leaning back in his chair with that careless posture he

Chapter 53 I dare you

IslaTHE NEXT DAY~D-DAYThe house feels like it’s breathing. In and out.Voices echo down the hallway, doors opening and closing, the fast rhythm of preparations filling every corner of the estate. Makeup artists arrived an hour ago. Dress bags line the corridor like silent sentinels. The scent of perfume and hairspray floats beneath the heavier smell of espresso and nerves.It’s Sienna’s wedding day.I find her sitting on the edge of her bed while two women adjust her hair. Her hands rest neatly in her lap. Her spine is straight. Too straight.“You okay?” I ask softly.She turns and smiles at me. It’s not forced. But it’s not free either.“I’m fine,” she says. “It’ll make things easier.”“How?”She shrugs. “Staying. Living with him. Knowing there’s a reason it has to last at least two years.”Two years. She says it like a contract term instead of a marriage.I nod, even though everything inside me tightens.“If you’re sure—”“I am,” she interrupts gently. “I’m not in love, Isla. But

Chapter 54 The villa

Isla’s POVThe evening air flowed against my feet as I hurried down the stairs, heart hammering like a warning drum. I had overslept, of course—classic me—and now I was late for Sienna’s wedding. Rico was waiting by the sleek black car, his posture sharp, eyes scanning the surroundings like a predator measuring prey. He had woken me up with his calls, not sure if I would even wake up.“Finalmente,” he exclaimed in Italian, eyebrows rising, voice laced with mock irritation as he gestured for me to move faster. “Dove eri? Pensavo ti avessi dimenticato!” Finally, where were you? I thought you’d forgotten!I swallowed, cheeks flushed, tugging my dress into place—it was one of the dresses Zayne had gotten me in Michigan. The fabric clung to me just enough to feel elegant without feeling too exposed(my cleavages were out), and I could tell Rico noticed. He didn’t comment, of course, but his gaze lingered for a fraction too long.I slid into the passenger seat, fingers fumbling with my clutc

Chapter 55 The entrance

Isla’s POVMy phone screen had gone dark for the third time. I stared down at the screen again, thumb hovering where her name glowed faintly.We’re almost there, I had texted her earlier.Seen. No reply.I tossed the phone back in my clutch and exhaled slowly as I leaned back into the seat, watching the city lights stretch and blur beyond the glass. The closer we got to the event hall, the heavier my chest felt, like I was walking straight into something I couldn’t yet name.“Stop worrying,” Rico said from beside me. “She’s fine. It’s her night. They’ve probably taken her phone away.”“Yeah,” I murmured, though unease still stirred under my skin. “Probably.”The car slowed.The venue emerged ahead in a wash of white lights and marble—grand, excessive, and guarded. Bouncers lined the entrance in dark suits, their shoulders squared, eyes sharp. Armed presence disguised as elegance. Men in tailored jackets moved in and out of the double doors. Women in glittering gowns floated past too.

Chapter 56 What I can’t see

Zayne’s POV“Couldn’t you at least add some colors to your dressing today,” Sienna muttered, eyes flicking over me through the mirror, “instead of looking like a sadist?”I watched her from the chair by the wall as the stylist crouched to secure the thin strap of her heel. Crystal chandeliers hovered overhead like frozen light. White drapes swallowed the room. Everything was supposed to be beautiful.I exhaled slowly. I didn’t tell her the real reason.I hadn’t worn my contacts today.Sienna knew I was colorblind without them. Knows I can’t see properly, can’t separate shades, can’t tell what bleeds into what. But she didn’t know that I’d ripped them out in anger a few days ago, back at home, stormed out before my hands stopped shaking.Forgot to fix them back in. Or maybe I didn’t forget.Maybe I just didn’t care.Right now, the whole room looked like one washed-out shade of nothing. No separation. No clarity. Just a blur of light and shadow.Sienna turned fully to face me, finally n

Chapter 57 Too close

Isla’s POVZayne stood back at me for a moment too long. Long enough for me to wonder if he was debating whether to turn. Long enough for my chest to ache quietly with the weight of everything we weren’t saying.Then he turned. Black on black: black shirt, black suit, and black shoes. And I walked straight into the familiar storm of his cologne—clean, sharp, and intoxicating. The scent wrapped around me before I could shield myself. It was unfair how easily it still did that.“Hey,” I said softly. “You don’t look so good.”His face barely shifted. “I’m fine.”The words were flat. Practiced. A lie wearing good posture.“Sienna is asking after you,” he continued. “Come with me so she can see you before she makes her entrance.”“Okay,” I said.I followed him. The walk through the corridor felt strange—quiet but heavy. Not awkward. Not hostile. Just filled with everything unsaid, hanging thick between our steps.Halfway through, I turned back. Rico was behind us.He caught my glance inst

Chapter 58 Long time no see

Isla’s POVI forced my face into a smile so quickly it almost hurt.“Isabella,” I breathed, tone sugar-smooth, “long time.”“Likewise.” She tilted her chin delicately, nothing but elegance and quiet cruelty. Then she turned, fingers brushing Silas’s arm as if presenting him. “Silas, come on. Won’t you greet Isla?”Silas straightened, expression unreadable but polite enough to fool anyone who didn’t know better.“Long time,” he said gently. “It’s nice seeing you here.”Nice seeing you here? Fucking pretender.God, he was pretending so well I almost questioned myself.And Isabella—did she know? Did she sense something? Was this her test?My heart beat hard but steady. I lifted my chin, mirroring their performance.“You too,” I replied, hoping my voice didn’t tremble.Silas studied my face just a second too long. As if searching. As if waiting. But his smile stayed in place, polite and harmless—public-friendly, client-friendly, wedding-friendly.“Did you come with your family?” Isabella

Chapter 59 Hitman

Isla’s POVRico’s voice cut through the buzzing panic in my ears. “What’s wrong?”God, where do I even start? My pulse was hammering beneath my skin, every breath shaky, uneven. I didn’t know if I could tell him—if I should tell him. Rico jokes, flirts, makes fun of literally everything. He didn’t feel like the person you hand danger to.But Sienna’s life was at risk. And Zayne… God, Zayne didn’t even know what was happening.I swallowed hard and leaned closer to Rico, my voice barely steady. “Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong, Rico. Someone is trying to—” My throat tightened. “Someone is trying to kill Sienna.”His entire expression changed. The unseriousness disappeared, replaced by sharp focus. “What?”I nodded quickly, words tumbling out. “Follow my eye movement.I subtly shifted my weight, positioning myself so Rico's view of the altar was clear. With a barely perceptible movement of my hand, I gestured towards Sienna, who stood there, a vision in white.My eyes widened

Chapter 60 The family picture

Isla’s POVEvery instinct in my body screamed to look again, to wait, to see. But the fear—The fear that something might’ve already happened to Sienna burned through me stronger than curiosity ever could. I couldn’t waste another second staring into the dark when someone’s life might still be at risk.I spun around and bolted inside.The hallway swallowed me again, warm light replacing the cold air outside. My breath came in ragged bursts as I pushed through the double doors and reentered the main hall.And instantly, my heart slowed. Just slightly. Everything was still intact.The decorations untouched. Guests laughing, dancing, and drinking.Music still humming faintly under the chaos buzzing in my chest. Nothing was destroyed. Nothing was disrupted. And—thank God—no screaming.But Zayne—Still nowhere.My eyes scanned the hall desperately while my brain spun. My pulse throbbed against my ribs. Every face I saw wasn’t the one I needed. Every second felt like another chance lost.A

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