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Nicholas spent the past twenty four hours of his life in deep suffocation which he never felt before, not when he was kidnapped or when he first stepped into his Romano group or when he married Clarissa or when he divorced her. He didn’t know how he flew to Nice and travelled to Grasse by road. The whole journey felt nothing compared to what he felt when he stood in front of the Blossom Haven. He is just a step away from seeing her, a gentle push of the door can reveal her face to him.

He nods toward me. Nicholas grabs my jaw roughly, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry. She’s not leaving here alive.” My heart pounds as he releases me and shoves me back into the corner. Fear snakes through me, but something deeper stirs a spark of defiance. The sound of gunfire erupts outside, sudden and deafening. It’s chaos. Shouts, explosions, and the unmistakable sound of boots pounding against the ground. Nicholas curses loudly, barking orders to his men as he grabs his gun.

Adrian was going to break him. As his steps took him further into the darkness, Adrian’s lips curled into another smirk. The storm was coming, and Nicholas had no idea just how deep the rabbit hole went. He had only scratched the surface. The real game was about to begin, and Adrian was going to make sure Nicholas never stood a chance. Nicholas’s POV Nicholas’s hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. The raw, jagged pain of Isaac’s death hadn’t fully settled in yet—it felt like a storm that was still brewing, a violent, unrelenting force just waiting to tear him apart.

Everyone deserve a second chance but what should I do when I no more left with any hope. Nicholas board down in the evening. He didn't look anywhere and go straight to his home.. He in a hurry climb the mansion stairs to go to his home.. When he entered the room he found it dark, he got confused a little bit.. "Why are you staying in this dark room Naomi, atleast switch on the lights" He said with a chuckle and to his surprise he found the bed empty.. The machines everything is their except his wife... He thought may be she is down with his dad... But when he was about to leave the room he found a letter on the bed side table..

he replied “But you’re also impatient.” “Can you blame me?” I shot back “I’ve already lost so much time because of Daniel. I can’t afford to waste any more.” His gaze softened, just a little, and he nodded. “I’ll look into it.” "Is there anything else?" he leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms. I pointed at the desk “The book earlier. Can I take it?" Nicholas grabbed the book "You didn't tell me you were into these kind of genre. Crime and thriller?"

Nicholas stood up when Michael asked, “Where is the guard? What did you do to him?” Nicholas chuckled, “Why did you ask as if I had killed him? I didn’t do anything to him. I just asked him to watch my prey until I return” Nicholas has become a sex freak since Kira left, he seeks who would fill the void Kira left but has found none. Christopher and Michael also felt it but not as strongly as Nicholas who was going crazy because of it, he changes women like they're clothes and none fits, they can't get over their ex Luna but they believe they will. They all assume that once the sacrifice was done, they would all be in control again.

Fucking goddamn disaster. Jesus Christ. How did this happen? Nick was on auto-pilot: pouring drinks, smiling at women, taking credit cards and giving correct change. The only thing he could think about was Mia reaching up to wipe his tears, so gentle and tender, and he felt like dying of embarrassment all over again. You are wide open, Spencer. Wide open and primed to be hurt when she moves on, or when it all ends. You fucking idiot. “Well, hey there, handsome.”

Or worse, maybe he did and just chose not to touch it. And the most dangerous of all... fear. Fear because, deep in the cracked pieces of my chest, something small had started to hope. A quiet voice that whispered maybe... maybe this could be something. Maybe Nicholas wasn’t completely empty. Maybe there was a crack. Even though I knew hoping for anything with this man was like hugging a time bomb in a white dress.

If she wanted to hide behind her silence, I would build a silence so vast around her that she would suffocate in it. Nicholas entered then, his ever-present smirk curling as his eyes darted between us. I didn’t miss the satisfaction in his gaze. He thrived on fractures, on finding the cracks in my control. Let him look. Let him think he had the upper hand. Because when I brought Zara’s truth to light, I would not only silence her lies I would silence Nicholas too. The day unfolded with its usual obligations: patrol reports, council disputes, whispers of rogues at the borders. But beneath it all, my focus never wavered.

“Yeah. I’ve been working on a new place. That’s part of why I’ve been quiet. I’ve been fixing it up and settling in. I wanted to show it to you myself.” I smiled a little. “Really?” “Yes,” he said, taking a step closer. “I want you to be the first to see it.” But a question was burning in my heart. One I couldn’t hold in. “And Diana?” I asked, lowering my voice. “She’s not living there with you… right?” Nicholas looked a little confused, then he chuckled softly. “Diana? No. she's in her own place. Rebecca’s POV