MasukThe door to the penthouse had barely clicked shut behind us when the air changed. The event had left a charge on all three of us that the car ride home couldn’t burn off. Not the usual post-gala exhaustion or the sharp edge of adrenaline. This was thicker, deeper. The kind of heat that had been building since the lodge, since the quiet files Matteo kept leaving on my nightstand, since Nico started watching me like I was a map he was still trying to read but no longer fully controlled. Tonight, after watching me work that room like I belonged there, the heat between us had a different quality. Less about possession, less about who owned who. More about something that didn’t have a clean name yet. Something that felt dangerously close to real. I kicked off my heels in the entryway. The burgundy dress clung to my skin, still warm from the night, the slit up my thigh flashing as I moved. Nico’s hand found my lower back immediately, warm through the thin fabric. Matteo closed the door a
The biggest social obligation so far was at the old Metropolitan Club, the kind of place where the chandeliers had been hanging since before most of the guests were born. Heavy velvet drapes, marble floors that clicked under heels, air thick with expensive perfume and older secrets. This wasn’t a simple gala. This was where the real strings got pulled. Where families like the Blacks reminded everyone else who still ran the table. I wasn’t the same woman who had walked into that first event months ago. Back then I’d been mapping exits and memorizing faces while trying not to drown in the dress and the role. Tonight I walked in like I belonged in the dress. Like the role had grown into my skin. The deep burgundy gown hugged every curve, slit up one thigh just enough to draw eyes without screaming for attention. My hair was up, diamonds at my ears and throat that weren’t mine but felt like armor now. Nico’s hand rested at the small of my back as we entered, warm and steady, but I d
Nico felt it before I even realized how obvious it had become. We were in the living room that evening. Nothing special. Matteo and I had been trading another quiet look across the kitchen island earlier, the kind that carried the weight of another file left on my nightstand and the silent alliance we were building. Nothing romantic, just understanding. Shared purpose. But the bond didn’t care about intentions. It carried the new closeness between us like a signal. Nico was on the couch with his laptop when it hit him. I felt the exact moment through the connection... his cool presence sharpening suddenly, turning colder, then flaring hot with something raw and complicated. Jealousy. Not the clean, controlled kind he usually kept locked down. This was messy, immediate. The kind that comes when you think someone is taking what’s yours. He closed the laptop slowly. Too slowly, his gray eyes lifted and locked on me where I sat curled up with a book I wasn’t reading. Then they slid t
It started small. Two days after Irina left, I found a plain white envelope on my nightstand. No name, no note. Just a USB drive inside. I knew it was from Matteo the second I saw it. The bond carried a quiet warmth when I picked it up, like he was somewhere in the penthouse watching to see what I’d do. I locked myself in the bathroom, plugged it in, and opened the files. Nothing huge. Nothing that would get him killed if someone found it. Just small pieces, a port manifest from seven years ago with my father’s old company name listed as the receiver. A payment note with Elias Vale’s initials next to a transfer that matched the one I’d already found. A single line from an old email chain: “Thompson becoming difficult. D says handle it quietly.” I sat on the cold tile floor and stared at the screen until my eyes burned. Matteo had been watching this empire with the same eyes I had for much longer. He didn’t say anything when I came out of the bathroom. Just gave me a small nod ac
Irina arrived like she owned the afternoon. The elevator chimed mid-afternoon, and I heard Maria’s surprised greeting from the kitchen. I was on the couch with a book I wasn’t reading, legs tucked under me, when Irina stepped into the living room. Charcoal coat draped over one arm, dark hair swept up, that same razor-sharp elegance she carried everywhere. She looked like she could cut glass with a smile. “Aurora,” she said, voice smooth as good whiskey. “I was in the area, thought I’d drop by.” I set the book down slowly. “You don’t strike me as the type who just drops by.” Her smile curved. “Smart girl. I don’t. But some conversations deserve to happen in private.” Maria hovered near the doorway, uncertain. I gave her a small nod. “We’re fine, Maria. Thanks.” The older woman disappeared into the kitchen without another word. Smart as always. Irina dropped her coat over the back of an armchair and settled onto the couch across from me like she belonged there. She crossed her le
Matteo found me in the library the next afternoon. I was curled up in the big leather chair by the window, pretending to read the same page for the third time. The sun was coming in low and golden, catching dust in the air. My mind was still replaying the way Nico had gone completely still in that meeting room, the flush on his neck, the way Carlo had narrowed his eyes like he could smell something off but couldn’t name it. The door clicked shut behind Matteo. I looked up. He stood there for a second, hands in his pockets, just watching me. Not angry, not even annoyed. Just... assessing. Like I was a new map he was trying to read. “You did something yesterday,” he said quietly. No hello. Straight to it. I closed the book and set it on the small table beside me. “Yeah, I did.” He crossed the room slowly and dropped into the chair across from me. The same one he’d sat in when we talked about the bond before. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, dark eyes steady on my face. “Du
Carlo Rossi showed up at the penthouse like he owned the elevator code. I was in the kitchen helping Maria chop vegetables for dinner, or at least pretending to. My knife moved in steady, mechanical slices while my head kept spinning around Elias Vale’s name and that cold transaction record. Two w
Nico didn’t say where we were going. He just walked into the bedroom late that afternoon while I was changing out of the shirt I’d stolen from Matteo, looked at me for a long second, and said, “Put on something comfortable. We’re leaving in ten.” No explanation, no gala, no meeting. No bullshit a
AURORA'S POV It happened after midnight, when the penthouse felt like it was holding its breath. I’d been thinking about this moment for days. The way I used to let them lead, the way I’d opened my legs and my mouth and taken what they gave me. That version of me was gone now. After everything I
I felt the fight before I heard a single word. It hit me like a static shock straight to the chest... very sharp and ugly. I was curled up on the big leather couch in the living room, pretending to read some pretentious art book Nico had left out, when the bond suddenly crackled between the three







