Todos os capítulos de Dear EX: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 65

Nina’s POVThe rain hit my apartment window in long, heavy sheets, matching the dull, hollow ache in my chest.For three days, my living room had been completely silent. My box of belongings from Blake HQ sat untouched in the corner near the kitchen counter—my silver desk nameplate, my notepad, and my favorite coffee mug looking like relics from a past life. Victoria’s security team had delivered it right on schedule, exactly as promised.I sat on the edge of my small sofa with my legs pulled up to my chest, a cold mug of chamomile tea held between my hands. The television screen mounted on the wall flickered with bright lights and moving banners.BREAKING NEWS: BLAKE GROUP EMERGENCY BOARD DECISION.The broadcast cut live to the grand press room at Apex headquarters. The room was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with journalists, camera crews, and flashbulbs going off like a blinding storm. Victoria Blake stood at the center podium, her posture straight as an arrow, wearing a sharp navy su

Roman’s POVI stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study in the West Wing, a crystal tumbler of scotch sitting untouched on the mahogany desk behind me. Rain poured down the heavy glass, distorting the bright yellow security floodlights that illuminated the courtyard below.Down on the East Wing driveway, a sleek black sedan pulled to a stop.The rear door opened. Damien stepped out first. He looked infuriatingly whole—wearing a fresh navy coat, his hair combed back to perfection, his chin tilted high. There wasn't a single trace of the steel handcuffs that had locked around his wrists two weeks ago.Then he turned, reaching back into the car to offer his hand.Amelia took it. She stepped out onto the wet cobblestones, wearing a long beige wool coat that draped softly over her six-month bump. She didn't look broken anymore. Her face was locked into an unshakeable, stone-cold mask of composure."Look at them," Ethan muttered from the leather armchair across the room, his laptop

Nina’s POVThe grey light of 5:00 AM bled through my sheer living room curtains.I lay in bed, watching Roman silently pull his heavy black sweater over his head. In the dim room, every movement of his broad shoulders was quiet, deliberate, and smooth. The chaotic war of the Blake empire was waiting for him outside that door, but for the past few hours, none of it had touched us."You don't have to leave yet," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep as I pulled the sheet up to my collarbone.Roman froze for a second. He turned toward the bed, his dark grey eyes softening as he walked back over to my side. He knelt on the carpet, reaching out to stroke a stray lock of hair away from my forehead."Victoria's security grid resets at six sharp," Roman rasped softly, his deep voice sending a familiar ripple of heat down my spine. "If I'm not in my quarters when the guards do the physical sweep, she’ll lock down the proxy votes before noon."I let out a soft sigh, resting my cheek against hi