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Chapter 2Maya dropped the photograph as if it had burned her fingers. It fluttered onto the mahogany desk, landing face up next to her bank statements.She spun around.Julian Sterling stood in the doorway. He was taller than he appeared in the glossy financial magazines, a towering figure cut from bespoke charcoal wool and ruthless authority. His dark hair was meticulously styled, but it was his eyes that pinned her to the floor. They were a pale, arctic gray. Completely devoid of warmth."You're early," he said. His voice was a low, smooth baritone that commanded the air in the room.He closed the door behind him and walked toward the desk. He didn't seem to care that she had been digging through the confidential folder. In fact, he barely glanced at it."Where did you get this?" Maya demanded. Her voice cracked, betraying the panic clawing at her throat. She pointed a trembling finger at the photograph. "Why do you have a picture of me from five years ago? Have you been following

Chapter 4The wind off Lake Washington carried a bitter, biting chill, but Julian didn’t feel it. He stood on the balcony, his grip on the wrought-iron railing so tight his knuckles bled of color. The words from his security chief echoed in his ears, toxic and heavy. *The money came from Beatrice Sterling.* Julian closed his eyes. A very specific, very dangerous kind of rage began to uncoil in his chest. It wasn’t a hot, explosive anger. It was an arctic, methodical fury. The kind that brought down empires. Beatrice had found out. His stepmother, a woman whose greed was only rivaled by her cruelty, had somehow unearthed the one secret he had buried under millions of dollars of encryption. She knew Maya was the girl who had pulled him out of a rusted shipping container five years ago. She knew Maya was the only reason his heart still beat. And Beatrice had tried to have her slaughtered over a fake debt to secure her own grip on the company. "Mr. Sterling?" The voice of Cross, his

Chapter 6The heavy, cream-colored cardstock slipped through Maya’s fingers, drifting down to the Persian rug like a dead leaf. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the wooden box. The metallic, foul stench of dried blood seemed to rise from the velvet lining, filling the pristine, cedar-scented air of the library. *He butchered them all.*Nausea violently twisted her stomach. She stumbled backward, the back of her knees hitting a leather armchair. She collapsed into it, pressing a hand tightly over her mouth to keep from throwing up. Silas was dead. The entire Petrov syndicate. Gone in a single night. Maya squeezed her eyes shut, but the image of Julian sitting at the breakfast table just hours ago burned behind her eyelids. He had calmly sipped black coffee in a tailored navy suit. He had forced a diamond ring onto her finger. He had looked like the perfect, untouchable corporate titan. He was a murderer. Heavy, rapid footsteps echoed in the corridor outside. The sound of high

Chapter 8The *clack* of the deadbolt echoed in the cavernous study, a sound so final it felt like a physical blow. Maya remained frozen on her knees, the scattered photographs forming a terrifying halo around her on the dark carpet. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t look away from Julian as he slowly advanced into the room. He didn’t yell. He didn’t rush. He moved with the deliberate, predatory grace of a man who had absolute control over his environment. The gray afternoon light cast long, sharp shadows across his face, rendering his expression completely unreadable. Maya’s survival instincts finally kicked in. She scrambled backward, her hands scraping against the rough pile of the rug until her spine hit the heavy mahogany desk. She was trapped. Julian stopped three feet away. He looked down at the lockbox. He saw the tarnished, blood-stained star necklace resting on the velvet. Then, he looked at Maya. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Maya thought her che

Chapter 10The words hung in the sterile, white light of the panic room, defying all logic.They took Maya’s sister.Maya’s knees simply stopped working. She hit the concrete floor hard, but she didn’t feel the impact. The air vanished from the room, sucked into a terrifying, suffocating vacuum. Her vision tunneled until the only thing she could see was the sprawling pool of Julian’s blood on the floor.Lily was gone. The only piece of family she had left. The fragile, sick girl who couldn’t survive forty-eight hours without a dialysis machine."No," Maya whispered. It was a broken, pathetic sound. "No, the VIP wing was guarded. You said she was safe."She looked up at Julian, her chest heaving with violent, dry sobs.Julian was leaning heavily against the stainless-steel table, his face ashen from blood loss. The jagged shrapnel protruding from his side was a fatal injury waiting to happen, but he didn't even flinch. His pale gray eyes were locked onto Maya, watching her completely s