LOGINLauren'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
Julian’s POV My hands felt heavy as I stared at the tiny screen of the burner phone sitting on the small metal table in front of me. The air in that sterile hospital room smelled like antiseptic, a sharp reminder of how close I just came to losing everything that actually mattered. Lauren was sleeping in the bed behind me, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The little one resting safely inside her was breathing, too. They were both there. They were both mine. And nobody was ever going to touch them again.I picked up the phone. The plastic felt cheap and rough under my thumb. Serena’s words from twenty minutes before were still echoing in my head like a bad song. She thought she held all the cards. She thought she could waltz back into my life after everything she did and trade secrets like we were playing some kind of twisted game.My jaw ached from clenching it so hard. Every single memory was back in my head now, clear as day. I remembered the exact night they tried
Serena's POVI clutched the cheap burner phone in my hand so tight my knuckles turned white. The motel room smelled like old cigarettes and piss, a far cry from the silk sheets and crystal chandeliers I'd grown used to. How the hell had it come to this? Me, Serena fucking Cross, hiding out like some scared little rat while that bitch Lauren played queen in my life.My reflection in the cracked mirror looked like shit. Dark circles under my eyes, hair messy from not sleeping. Vivian had promised me everything. Power. Revenge. Julian back under my thumb. But now? Now she was exposed, and the walls were closing in. Dante's sister. Fuck. Even I hadn't known the full weight of that until the pieces started falling. And Julian... God, he was coming for blood.I couldn't let it end like this. Not after everything I'd done to claw my way back. The poison in his drinks, the money siphoned off, the goons I'd sent after Lauren. All of it to keep what was mine. But that baby in her belly? That ch
Lauren’s POV The rain started before I even reached Silas's building.Seattle didn't do light drizzles. It came down hard and heavy, soaking through my jacket before I'd made it half a block from where I'd parked. I'd told Julian I needed air. Just air. He'd looked at me the way he always did lat
Julian’s POVI stood at the window of my study, watching the rain platter on it heavily. The city lights blurred into nothing. Everything felt off. My wife—Serena, or whoever the fuck she really was these days—was slipping through my fingers, and I hated it.Silas had been waiting outside my door f
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO LAUREN’S POV I yanked my shirt up from the floor with shaking hands and glared at Julian through the mess he had made of me. “You disgusting bastard.” He set the gun down on the desk like it was nothing. “I’ve been called worse,” he said. “By people still alive?” Hi
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







