LOGINThe look in Damien’s eyes when he learned about the poisoned pacifier told me the man I loved had finally broken free of every chain he had ever worn.
I stood in the nursery holding Maya close to my chest as Damien read the maid’s confession for the third time. His hands shook at first then went completely still. The fury that rose in him was something I had never seen before. Not even when he fought his father. Not even during the ambushes in the snow. This w
The flashlight beam caught the skull wall just as the first gunshot echoed through the narrow tunnel and I knew we had walked straight into Julian’s trap.I grabbed Charlotte’s arm and pulled her behind a pile of bones as Damien fired back. The air smelled of dust and old death. The Paris Catacombs stretched around us like a maze of the dead. We had come here to meet Charlotte in secret thinking the underground tunnels would keep us hidden from Julian’s men. Instead they had followed us down. The mercenary team moved fast their boots scraping on the stone floor.“Stay low,” Damien shouted over the noise. “They want us alive. Do not give them a clear shot.”Charlotte pressed against the wall her voice shaking. “I told you this was a bad idea. I should have stayed in my studio. Who are these people?”I crouched beside her keeping my body between her and the gunfire. “Julian De Witt&rs
Charlotte slammed her paintbrush down on the table and stared at me like I was the problem she never asked for.I stood in the middle of her small studio in Montmartre with rain still dripping from my coat. The place smelled of turpentine and fresh coffee. Canvases leaned against every wall showing city streets and faces full of life. Charlotte wiped her hands on an old rag her dark hair tied back loose. She looked nothing like the polished people from Victor’s world. She looked real. Tired. Like someone who had already decided the Langford name meant trouble.“You really came all this way,” she said crossing her arms. “After everything you told me last night. Sit down before you drip water all over my floor.”I pulled out a wooden chair and sat. The rain tapped against the window making the small room feel even smaller. “I had to. Julian De Witt is moving fast. He showed us the contract. He thinks he can use you
The rain came down in sheets over Montmartre and I knew we were chasing more than just a name.I pulled my coat tighter around me as Damien and I hurried down the narrow cobblestone street. Water soaked through my shoes but I kept moving. Paris at night felt alive and dangerous all at once with the fog rolling in thick and the lights from little cafes cutting through the mist. We had landed only hours ago and already we were on the hunt for Charlotte Vance. The artist who might be Victor’s secret daughter. The half sister we never knew existed.Damien kept close his shoulder brushing mine. “The gallery owner said she works late most nights. This should be the place. You ready for this?”I nodded gripping his arm. “Ready as I will ever be. What do we even say to her? Hey your dad was a monster who hid you from the world and now his old business partners want to use you like a chess piece?”He let out a short laug
The private jet engines roared to life and I gripped Damien’s hand so tight my knuckles turned white knowing we were leaving our baby girl behind in a city full of enemies.I sat across from Damien in the leather seats of the jet our knees almost touching in the small cabin. The city lights of New York faded below us as we climbed into the night sky. Maya was safe back in the penthouse with layers of security we trusted with our lives but every mile we flew away from her felt like a knife in my chest. I had kissed her sleeping face a hundred times before we left whispering promises I hoped I could keep. Now the plane carried us toward Paris and the truth about Victor’s secret daughter. We had to find her before Julian used her to tear everything apart.Damien leaned forward his eyes locked on mine. “You okay love? We can still turn back if this feels wrong.”I shook my head swallowing the lump in my throat. “No. We hav
The private meeting room felt smaller than it should have as I slid the thick folder across the table toward Julian De Witt and watched his aristocratic face for any sign of fear that never came.I had chosen this neutral location carefully a quiet suite in a midtown hotel far from the penthouse and the prying eyes of the press. Maya was safe at home with Damien and our most trusted team. I had come alone because this confrontation needed to be mine. The evidence from the foundation’s audit burned in the folder like live coals. Months of forensic work had uncovered the De Witt family’s dark pipeline of art forgery and cultural theft. I was ready to use it. Ready to force Julian to back down from his family’s claim on my daughter. But the moment I sat across from him I knew this meeting would not go as I had planned.Julian leaned back in his chair his posture relaxed and elegant in his tailored suit. His cold blue eyes met mine with poli
The weight of the latest De Witt threat pressed on me like a stone and I decided right then that I would no longer sit quietly while strangers tried to claim pieces of my daughter’s future.I stood in the study of the penthouse with Maya playing at my feet stacking colorful blocks with focused determination. At two years old she had become a whirlwind of energy and curiosity filling our days with laughter and small discoveries. But the threats from across the Atlantic never fully left my mind. Julian’s visit and the Swiss contract had shown us how deep the De Witt family’s reach extended. They wanted influence over Maya. They wanted a claim on the bloodline. I refused to be a passive pawn waiting for lawyers and Damien to handle everything. As head of the Maya Foundation I had resources and authority. It was time to use them.I kissed the top of Maya’s head and called for the nanny to watch her for a while. Then I sat at the large
The message from Damien came at 3:17 a.m. and changed everything I thought I knew.I was already awake, staring at the ceiling in the dark master bedroom, when my phone lit up on the nightstand. My heart jumped the moment I saw his name. We had not spoken properly since the gala. He had be
I thought the pregnancy test was the worst thing I would have to hide. I was wrong.Elena found something far more dangerous.I was in the upstairs bathroom trying to hide another wave of nausea when my phone buzzed with an unknown number. The message was short and col
The photo on my phone felt like a bomb waiting to explode.I could not stop staring at the image of Damien and me kissing at the gala. The anonymous message kept echoing in my head. “I know what you did. Choose wisely.” My hands shook as I waited for the right moment to confront Damien. Victor had
Victor’s question hung in the air like a loaded gun.“Damien,” Victor repeated in that dangerously calm voice. “Did you touch my wife while I was gone?”My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I might faint. I stood frozen between the two men. The mark on my neck suddenly felt like a bri







