تسجيل الدخولLauren’s POV Julian was gone before I could even process what he told me. One second he was standing in front of me with murder written all over his face, and the next the door was slamming shut behind him and three armed men.I sat on the couch for a long time, staring at nothing.Waiting by that phone felt like waiting to die.I sat on the couch with my knees pulled up to my chest, my phone in my lap, the screen dark because nobody had called. Julian had been gone almost two hours. Two hours of me staring at the door, jumping every time a car passed outside, my heart doing this awful stutter every single time.I should've fought harder to go with him. I should've grabbed a knife from the kitchen and just gotten in the damn car before he could stop me. But I hadn't. I'd stood there like some obedient little wife and let him walk out, and now all I could do was sit here and imagine every single way this could go wrong.My phone buzzed. I lunged for it so fast I nearly knocked it off
Julian's POVThe line was dead, but Silas's words kept ringing in my ears."A name I don't think either of you are ready to see."I stood up from the couch, my whole body feeling tight like a wire about to snap. Lauren was staring at the phone in my hand like it had bitten her."Julian, what did he mean by that?""I don't know." My voice came out harder than I meant it to. "But I'm about to find out."My own phone buzzed a second later. An email notification from Tommy, the subject line was blank, with just a file attached. I opened it right there, standing in the middle of the living room with the TV still blaring behind me.There were shipping records, dozens of pages of them. My eyes ran down the columns fast, names and dates and container numbers, until one line stopped me cold.A name I recognized. It was not Vivian's or Dante's.My old lawyer. The man who used to handle every dirty deal I didn't want his name attached to. He has been dead for two years now, or so I'd been told.
Lauren's POVThree days after I lost our baby, I finally let Julian bring me home.The penthouse felt different. Colder, somehow, even with the fireplace going and the heated floors under my bare feet. I sat curled up on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, staring at nothing, while Julian paced the length of the living room with his phone pressed to his ear."I don't give a damn what it costs," he said, his voice low and clipped. "Find every hidden account. Every cartel. Every channel she has used to move her products, guns, drugs, every damn illegal activity she's into. Every fucking name she's ever hidden behind. I want it all by tonight. I've already given you the access codes to her servers, now do your job, Tommy."I watched him. The man barely slept anymore. Dark circles carved deep under his eyes, jaw tight enough to crack glass. Since the hospital, he hadn't stopped moving, hadn't stopped working, like if he kept his hands busy enough the grief couldn't catch him.He
Lauren’s POVI woke up to the sound of machines again.Beeping. Soft and steady. Too steady. The kind of rhythm that meant nothing was fighting inside me anymore. Just… existing. Barely.My eyes felt swollen shut. My whole body felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it and then left the pieces scattered on a hospital bed. Every breath hurt. Every small shift sent pain through my ribs, my stomach, my face.But none of that hurt as much as the emptiness.I knew before I even tried to move my hand to my belly. I knew because the weight that had been growing there–the tiny, stubborn life that had somehow survived everything else–was gone. Just gone. Like someone had reached inside me and ripped it out while I was too weak to stop them.A broken sound left my throat before I could stop it.“Lauren.”Julian’s voice was rough and raw. Like he’d been screaming for hours and the damage still sat in his throat.I turned my head. It took everything I had. He was sitting in the chair pulle
Lauren's POVJulian had stepped out to take a call from Tommy – five minutes, he'd said, kissing my forehead, promising he'd be right back. I remember watching the door close behind him and thinking how quiet the room felt without him in it, how the beeping of the monitor was suddenly the loudest thing in the world.I didn't hear them come in until the door was already shutting again.Three men. Scrubs that didn't fit right, masks pulled up over faces that weren't hospital faces. I knew hospital faces. I'd spent enough of my life dealing cards to men who lied for a living to know the difference between someone who belonged somewhere and someone who'd stolen a uniform to get through a door."Wrong room," I said, my heart already slamming against my ribs even as my voice tried to stay calm. "You're in the wrong room.""We know exactly whose room this is." The one in front had eyes like stone, flat and empty. "Vivian sends her regards."I hit the call button before he'd finished the sent
Vivian's POV The call came in at 2:47 in the morning, and I knew before I picked up that something had gone wrong."Talk," I said."The Meridian account. It's gone." Marco's voice was tight and clipped, the way it got when he was trying not to sound scared. "All of it. Forty-two million, wired out in six transfers over the last three hours."I sat up in bed. The silk sheet slid off my shoulder and I didn't bother pulling it back up. "Gone where?""We're tracing it now, but–""Don't tell me you're tracing it. Tell me where it is."Silence on the line. That silence told me everything."Vivian, there's more. The Kowloon shipment got flagged at customs. The Prague safehouse was raided two hours ago, four of our people are in custody. And the Alvarez account–""Stop." I pressed two fingers to my temple. My head wasn't pounding. My hands weren't shaking. That should have worried me more than it did. "Say the last name again.""Alvarez. It was frozen this morning. Someone gave the feds the
CHAPTER THIRTYLAUREN’S POVThe car ride to Julian’s headquarters felt like a trap closing in slow motion. I sat in the passenger seat of his black SUV, fingers twisting the hem of the black pencil skirt Nancy had laid out for me this morning. Julian hadn’t said much since breakfast, just that one
CHAPTER FOUR LAUREN’S POV When I finally gathered the courage to unlock the bathroom door and step back into the bedroom, it was completely empty. Julian had left. I let out a massive sigh of relief. My shoulders dropped, and my shaking hands finally went still. I crawled into the massive, empty
CHAPTER THREE LAUREN’S POV Julian stopped moving completely. He just froze.For one very scary second, it felt like all the air left the room. I could not breathe. I did not step back. I stood right where I was. My chest moved up and down very fast. I thought he was going to take out a gun. I tho
CHAPTER TWOLAUREN’S POV The golden doors of the elevator finally slid open, revealing a sprawling, ultra-modern penthouse wrapped in floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the glittering skyline of the city. I stepped out, my expensive heels sinking into a thick rug, but before I could take anoth







