All Chapters of Love Between the Two of US: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The faint scraping noise above the elevator cab grew louder, accompanied by the sharp smell of burning electrical wires. Someone was manually severing the secondary backup cables from the top hatch.​Ezekiel didn't hesitate. He stripped off his tailored suit jacket, tossed it aside, and reached up toward the emergency maintenance hatch on the ceiling of the cab. With a powerful grunt, he forced the metal hatch open, sending a shower of dust and sparks cascading down into the darkness.​"Stay right behind me," Ezekiel commanded, his voice dark and brimming with danger.​He pulled himself up through the ceiling opening with effortless strength, stepping onto the top of the elevator cab inside the hollow steel shaft. He extended his hand down to Sienna. "Give me your hands."​Sienna kicked off her designer heels without a second thought. She grabbed Ezekiel’s wrists, and in one fluid, powerful motion, he hoisted her up into the dimly lit shaft beside him.​Looking up into the shadowy aby

The press conference ended in an absolute frenzy, but inside the private elevator rising toward the executive suite, silence descended like a heavy curtain.​Sienna stood near the mirrored wall, her cheeks still burning from the intense kiss Ezekiel had forced upon her in front of a hundred flashing cameras. She looked down at her gloved hands, trying to calm the uneven beating of her heart.​Ezekiel loosened his black silk tie, his posture relaxed as he leaned against the opposite wall. His silver eyes tracked her every movement with a dark, predatory gaze.​"You're quiet," Ezekiel observed, his deep voice smooth and velvet-soft. "Are you angry about the kiss, Mrs. Vance?"​Sienna snapped her head up, meeting his gaze. "That wasn't part of the plan, Ezekiel. The media statement was enough to solidify our alliance. You didn't have to display... whatever that was."​"It was necessary," Ezekiel replied simply, stepping closer to her until his shadow completely enveloped her frame. "Tris

The scandal of Marcus’s public arrest at the gala sent the remaining dissenters into absolute silence. By midnight, the grand ballroom had emptied, leaving only the soft glow of crystal chandeliers illuminating the polished marble floors.​Sienna stood on the private balcony of the hotel suite, the cool night breeze playing with the hem of her crimson gown. Below, the city lights stretched out like a sea of glowing stars.​A warm, heavy weight blanketed her shoulders. Sienna looked down to see Ezekiel placing his tuxedo jacket around her frame.​"You'll catch a cold," Ezekiel said softly, stepping up beside her and resting his hands on the stone railing.​"Thank you," Sienna replied, wrapping the jacket tighter around herself. It carried his faint, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and rain. "It feels surreal. Marcus is in custody, Chloe is bankrupt, and Tristan is ruined. Everything we set out to do is finished."​"Not everything," Ezekiel corrected, turning his head to gaze down at h

The night air over the open ocean was freezing as the dark, radar-evading helicopter hovered silently above the storm-tossed waves. Below them, the massive cargo vessel occupied by the Red Anchor Syndicate rocked violently against the churning water.​Inside the cabin, Sienna adjusted the leather tactical jacket over her dark clothes. Her heart hammered in her chest, but her face remained a mask of pure determination. Beside her, Ezekiel was checking his sidearm, his broad shoulders filling the dim interior of the chopper. He looked like a dangerous shadow, lethal and imposing.​"Are you sure about this, Sienna?" Ezekiel asked, his deep voice carrying over the muffled thrum of the rotor blades. He reached out, his gloved fingers gently gripping her hand. "Once we step onto that deck, there is no stepping back."​Sienna met his intense silver gaze, leaning into his touch for a brief second before pulling back with a confident smirk. "They think I'm just a helpless heiress coming to sur

The heavy silence inside the yacht’s master cabin was suffocating. Outside, the dark ocean waves crashed endlessly against the hull, but inside, the atmosphere had frozen completely.​Sienna stood motionless, staring at the satellite phone in Ezekiel’s hand. The voice of Secretary Yang still echoed in her mind. Don Gustavo. The cold, formidable patriarch who had given them his official blessing, handed over the family heirloom necklace, and crushed Marcus in front of high society... was the puppet master all along.​"It doesn't make sense," Sienna whispered, her mind racing to piece together the deadly puzzle. "Don Gustavo gave us his backing. He made you the permanent Chairman, Ezekiel. Why would he hire a rogue cartel to sabotage my shipping routes?"​Ezekiel set the phone down on the glass table, his expression hardening into an unreadable mask of ice. "Because my grandfather doesn't care about individuals, Sienna. He only cares about control. He gave us power to eliminate Marcus b