LOGINMy lungs stopped working. The glowing red text spelling out 'DECEASED' burned into my retinas, blinding me to everything else in the freezing room. I was staring at a digital graveyard. Every single woman who wore the name Camilla ended up in a body bag. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow, stealing the air from my chest and replacing it with a thick, suffocating dread.The heavy mechanical clunk of the vault door unlocking snapped my attention away from the monitor.Someone was coming.I hiked up the heavy fabric of my midnight gown, my fingers scrambling to find the leather strap secured to my thigh. I unholstered the compact pistol. My hands shook so violently the metal rattled against my ring. I backed away from the terminal and flattened my body against the wall right behind the thick steel door. The heavy slab of metal swung inward, pushing me closer to the wall and completely shielding me from the entrance.A man wearing a tactical security uniform stepped
The crushing pressure of Hector's fingers around my wrist sent a sharp spike of genuine agony up my arm. He stared down at me. His eyes held the cold, calculating look of a man who killed people for a living. He was looking right at my trapped hand. He knew I grabbed his belt.I had a fraction of a second to decide how I was going to survive this. If I fought him, he would break my arm and find the keycard. I needed him to think I was the most pathetic, useless creature in the entire building.I let out a piercing, ragged sob. I went completely limp against his grip, collapsing my knees slightly so he had to hold my weight. I curled my fingers inward, pressing the flat metal of the card tight against my palm, using the dark fabric of my dress to mask the bulky shape."You are hurting me!" I screamed, letting the raw terror in my chest bleed into my voice. Hot tears spilled over my cheeks. I thrashed my shoulders in a wild, uncoordinated panic. "Let me go! Please! I just want to find m
The air rushed completely out of my lungs. The voice whispering against my ear was smooth and laced with a thick, predatory amusement that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The heavy hand resting on my bare shoulder squeezed tight. His fingers dug in just hard enough to leave deep bruises if I tried to pull away too fast.I forced myself to breathe through the sudden surge of nausea rising in my throat. I turned around slowly, pasting a wide, empty smile on my face.The man standing behind me wore a deep maroon suit tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders. A half-mask fashioned from dark leather covered the upper portion of his face, but his lips were curved into a vicious little smirk. I recognized the gold insignia pinned to his lapel instantly. Adrian had forced me to memorize the family crests on the car ride over. This man belonged to the Uncle's faction. He was a direct enemy in the inheritance war, and he was standing close enough to smell my fear."Lost your ke
The tires hummed against the asphalt as the black Rolls-Royce Cullinan tore through the quiet city streets, the passing streetlights casting long, sweeping shadows across the spacious leather cabin. Adrian and I sat in the back seat, separated from the driver by a thick glass partition that kept our world completely silent. He hadn't touched me since we got in, his focus locked onto a tablet in his lap, his jaw tight. The sheer wealth radiating from the car didn't make me feel safe; it just reminded me of how high the stakes were. The weight of the gun against my inner thigh felt heavier with every mile we traveled.Adrian didn't look up from the screen. "Listen closely," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. "When we arrive, the driver will drop us at the main lobby of the Grand Horizon Hotel. To anyone watching, we are just an elite couple looking for a late-night drink. But once we hit the penthouse elevator, a specific key sequence takes us down into the sub-levels."I swa
The heavy mattress shifted, and a sudden draft of cold air hit my bare shoulders. I reached blindly for the duvet, my eyes still heavy with sleep, but my fingers caught nothing but empty space."Up," a deep voice commanded.I blinked against the dim light of the bedroom, my vision clearing to find Adrian standing at the foot of the bed. He wore a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, but his face carried the grim expression of a man who hadn't slept a wink since we left his family's chaotic dinner table. He threw a heavy, black garment bag across the mattress. It landed with a dull thud right next to my legs."What is that?" I muttered, my throat dry. I pushed myself up on my elbows, squinting at the clock on the nightstand. The glowing red numbers read 1:30 AM. My stomach twisted with instant anxiety. "Adrian, it's the middle of the night.""We have an appointment at two-thirty," he said, turning toward the full-length mirror to adjust his cuffs. "You have twenty minutes to get
Adrian held me against his chest and I hated that I didn't pull away.His hand was on the back of my head, his fingers were pressed into my hair, and his heart was beating fast under my ear. He was scared, or angry, or both, I couldn't tell. He didn't say anything, he just held me there in the hallway with the bullet hole in the wall behind us and the smell of gunpowder still in the air.When I finally pulled back, his face was stone again. The moment was over."She pointed a gun at my head," I said. My voice was hoarse from her arm on my throat. "Why isn't she dead?""Because killing Viktor's daughter in my own house starts a war.""She tried to kill me.""She was testing you. And me. If she wanted you dead, you'd be dead."I stared at him. "That's supposed to make me feel better?""No." He turned and walked toward the sitting room. I followed him because I wasn't done being angry.He poured himself a glass of water, drank it, set the glass down. His hands were steady."What happens
was still sitting on his bed when the house went quiet enough that I could hear my own heartbeat.The shooting kept running on a loop in my head — the gunshots, the screaming, the way Adrian had shoved me behind that headstone and put his body between me and whatever was coming. I kept seeing him t
The next morning, Mrs. Holloway came back. I was still thinking about the blood, about the man who died, about the way Adrian had looked at me when he said "Someone did." I couldn't focus, I kept dropping things and using the wrong fork and smiling like my face was broken. Mrs. Holloway sighed a
I woke up in my own bed. The sheets were twisted around my legs. The morning light was gray through the curtains. My body ached in places I didn't want to think about. I stared at the ceiling and remembered everything. His hands. His voice. The way he'd watched me fall apart. I pressed my face i
The dinner was over. Thank God.Antonia stood up from the table and walked straight to Adrian. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. I watched her hands slide up his chest. I watched her fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket."Call me," she whispered. Loud enou







