LOGINLAURA
I stormed into my adoptive father's office the next morning without knocking. Alex looked up from his desk, startled. Esther sat across from him with Jennifer beside her. This was good, I wanted all of them here so they could hear what I had to say.
"Is it true?" I demanded. "Did you offer Jennifer to the Blackwells as payment for your debt?"
Alex and Esther didn't look shocked much to my surprise, they only shared annoyed glances. Jennifer just rolled her eyes at me.
"You were never supposed to know that. How did you find out about that?" Alex stood up slowly.
"Well, answer the question."
He walked around his desk and leaned it. "Yes. It's true. I borrowed three million dollars from Daniel Blackwell five years ago. The business was failing and I was desperate. I went to Daniel and he offered me a deal. I could pay him back in installments or I could offer Jennifer's hand in marriage to his son when she turned twenty two."
My stomach dropped. "You sold your own daughter."
"I did what I had to do to save this family," Alex snapped. "You wouldn't understand. You've never had to make hard decisions."
"Jennifer was seventeen when you made that deal."
"And now she's twenty one. The arrangement was set. Xavier was supposed to marry her next year. But then his mother died and left that ridiculous clause in her will." He glared at me. "But you're marrying him instead. You've always been nothing but trouble, Laura. At least Jennifer would have done it right."
The words hit me like a slap. "Done it right? What does that even mean?"
"It means she knows how to handle men like Xavier Blackwell," Esther said. Her voice was cold. She stood up and walked toward me. "Jennifer was raised for this. She knows how to be a proper wife to someone of his status. But you? You're just a nurse. A nobody from an orphanage."
"I didn't ask for this," I said. My voice cracked. "Grace asked me to marry him. I didn't want any of this."
"Liar," Jennifer screamed. She jumped up from her chair. "You've always been jealous of me and always trying to take what's mine. First it was Mom and Dad's attention. Now it's Xavier, he was supposed to be mine."
"I don't want him." I yelled back.
"Then why did you say yes?" Jennifer's face was red. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Why did you agree to marry him if you don't want him?"
"I need his help. Someone is stalking me and I'm scared. I know that if I get married to someone as powerful as Xavier the person will become scared and back off." I blurted.
Esther cackled harshly. "So you're using him, just like you used us."
The force of her words made me take several steps back. "What do you mean used you? You adopted me when I was five years old. How could I have used you?"
"We took you in when no one else wanted you," Esther snarled as she stepped closer. "We fed you and gave you a home when your parents abandoned you and no one wanted you. And this is how you repay us? By stealing your sister's future husband?"
"You're wrong. He was never hers to begin with, you just imposed her on him."
I didn't even get to complete the statement before my head spun sideways, the sound of a slap echoing throughout the room. My cheek burned and I stumbled back, holding my face.
"Mom," Jennifer said quietly.
"Be quiet, Jennifer." Esther's eyes never left mine. "You've always been ungrateful. We gave you everything and you gave us nothing in return. Do you know why we adopted you?"
I couldn't speak. My cheek throbbed.
"The doctors said it was impossible for us to have children so that's why we adopted you. We loved you, until Jennifer came along." Esther's voice softened when she said Jennifer's name. "We didn't need you anymore. But we kept you anyway. We let you stay even though you were just a reminder of our failure."
I felt like I was stabbed with a Cutlass. I looked at Alex and Jennifer but they just glared at me with stony eyes.
"So that's it?" My heart broke. "I'm nobody to you?"
"Don't be dramatic," Esther clicked her tongue as she turned away from me. "Sign the contract and marry Xavier. At least that way you'll finally be useful to this family. The debt will be forgiven once you're his wife."
I backed toward the door. "I'm not part of this family. I never was."
"Finally," Alex muttered. "She gets it."
I ran out of the office, my eyes wet. I drove home with tears blurring my vision. When I got to my apartment building, I wiped my face and took the elevator up.
The door to my apartment was open, which wasn't supposed to be because I locked the door before I left.
I stopped in the hallway. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed the door open slowly.
Everything was destroyed. The couch was slashed with it's stuffing spilled out onto the floor. The coffee table was flipped over. Picture frames were smashed. The kitchen was worse. Every cabinet was open and all my dishes were broken on the floor. The black roses were scattered everywhere.
I walked through the apartment with my mouth open. My bedroom was ransacked as well, my clothes thrown everywhere. My mattress was slashed just like the couch in the living room. On my mirror, written in red lipstick, were the words: YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME.
My legs gave out. This was Richard. It had to be Richard.
I grabbed my phone with shaking hands. I scrolled through my contacts. I didn't know who to call. The police wouldn't help. They'd proven that already. My adoptive family didn't care. I had no friends, I'd pushed them all away when Richard started stalking me because I didn't want to put them in danger.
Xavier's number was at the bottom of my recent calls. He'd called me yesterday to confirm the funeral arrangements.
I hit dial before I could change my mind.
He answered on the second ring. "What."
"Xavier." My voice broke. "I need help. Please. I need help."
"Laura? What happened?"
"My apartment, someone broke in. Everything is destroyed and I don't know what to do. I'm scared. I'm so scared."
"Where are you right now?"
"At my apartment."
"Get out now. Go downstairs and wait in the lobby. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He hung up.
I stood up on shaking legs. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the apartment. I didn't lock the door. There was nothing left worth stealing. I took the elevator down to the lobby and sat on a bench near the entrance. The security guard looked at me.
"You okay, miss?"
I nodded.
Xavier arrived in twelve minutes. Two men followed him, the same ones from the funeral. He saw me and his expression changed.
"Which apartment?" he asked.
"Third floor. Number 67."
He turned to the two men. "Check it out and take pictures. I want to know everything."
They headed for the elevator. Xavier sat down beside me on the bench. He didn't touch me but I felt his presence like heat.
"Are you hurt?"
I shook my head. "I wasn't here when it happened. I was at my father's office."
"Ok, so you came back and then what happened?" He pulled out his phone.
I told him everything.e
"Who did this?" Xavier's jaw was clenched.
"Richard Donovan," I whispered. "He won't leave me alone. He's everywhere. He's a stalker from a former patient."
Xavier stood up. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear. "I need a complete background on Richard Donovan. Everything. I want to know where he works, where he lives, his bank accounts and his daily schedule." A pause. "And when you're done with that, I want him to be dealt with, permanently."
My blood went cold at that word. I knew what that meant.
Xavier ended the call. He turned to me. "Pack a bag. You're coming home with me tonight."
"But the contract says we live separately."
"The contract didn't account for someone threatening what's mine." He stepped closer. His dark eyes bored into me. "You're going to be my wife, Laura. That means you're under my protection. No one touches what's mine."
LAURA “Really?!” His eyes widened. “You mean it? That means Mummy and Daddy will be married again, and we can be like a real family!” He hopped up and down excitedly, and I couldn’t help but giggle. We’d always been a family, but in his little mind, he was right. I looked down at the ring, the warmth in my chest growing with every passing second. We were actually going to be a real family. “Congratulations, Mama!” he said. I leaned down and kissed his forehead before he darted straight into Xavier’s waiting arms. Xavier lifted him up effortlessly and pulled him into a big hug. “Does Gerald get to come to the wedding?” Alec asked seriously. I could see just how hard Xavier was trying not to smile. “Gerald will definitely be the guest of honour,” he replied. “He’s more family than everyone else here.” Alec seemed to consider that for a moment before breaking into a satisfied smile. Xavier set him back on his feet. Then Alec turned toward the water and announced, “Okay. I’m g
XAVIER Six months later. The apartment—our apartment now, the one Laura and I had found together on the eastern side of the island, bigger than her old house, close enough to Alec’s school that he could theoretically walk there when he was older—smelled like coffee and whatever Laura had been baking since six in the morning. I came downstairs to find the kitchen occupied. Alec was on the counter in his pajamas, which was technically not allowed and which both of us enforced inconsistently. He was helping Laura measure something and providing a running critical commentary on her technique. Gerald was positioned on the windowsill overseeing operations and once out for my own year Pierre the elephant was somewhere nearby. Laura had flour on her cheek and she hadn’t noticed. How that made her incredibly cuter than she already was was a mystery to me. I leaned in the doorway and watched them for a moment before either of them saw me—this specific, unrepeatable image of a Saturday mo
LAURA The windows were large and clean, tilted to catch the southern light in a way that felt deliberate. There was a small garden to one side, planted with low Mediterranean shrubs that were already established, which meant someone had been tending them for months in anticipation of this day. A low wooden bench near the entrance, the kind that said you can sit here while you wait and it won’t be terrible. A ramp alongside the three shallow steps, smooth and wide, designed by someone who had thought about every person who would ever need to use it. “Can I go in?” I asked. “It’s all yours,” he said. “You can do whatever you want with it.” I walked up the three steps and pushed open the door. I still couldn’t believe it. Was I maybe dreaming? Inside was everything I had ever described, in all the conversations across all the years, in the half-articulated way you describe something you’ve stopped fully believing you’ll have. An actual reception area with natural light and eno
LAURA A whole two months had passed, and I couldn’t pretend they hadn’t been the best two months of my entire life. Between the heartfelt confessions of love, heated make-outs, countless moments of laughter, and the beautiful memories we’d created together that had slowly covered up all the hurt and pain, Xavier simply couldn’t help it anymore. He’d decided to oversee the company from here, and Donelly was surprisingly on board with it too. As he put it, he was a family man, and besides, all of his most trusted people were closely overseeing the company in his stead. Elena, Marcus, and Lucas had stepped in, with Lucas acting as CEO. So far, he was doing pretty well. Xavier was still showing him the ropes, but for now he remained very much involved—even if that meant a billion phone calls and FaceTimes every single day. We’d even talked about moving back to Los Angeles, but I’d suggested waiting until Alec was a little older so he could adjust to the culture shock more easily. B
LAURA In the afternoon, Alec fell asleep on the couch in the way that only toddlers do—completely, mid-sentence, Gerald clutched to his chest. Xavier and I looked at each other across from him and by some unspoken agreement moved to the kitchen so we could talk without waking him up. I made tea. And Xavier leaned against the counter and watched me do it. There was a version of this—of him in my kitchen, leaning against my counter while I made tea—that I had not let myself picture in three years. Not because I’d thought it was impossible but because picturing it had felt like a kind of dangerous indulgence, the kind that made ordinary life feel insufficient by comparison. But here it was. Here he was. And the strange thing was how natural it felt. Not like stepping back into something old but like arriving somewhere new that happened to have a familiar shape. “I’ve been thinking about the structure,” he said. “Of what?” “Of how this works. Practically.” He crossed his arms l
LAURA I didn’t pull my hand away. That was the thing I kept coming back to, in the hours after Xavier had gone back to his hotel and the house had settled into its nighttime quiet. I sat in bed with the lamp on and the sound of the sea coming through the window I’d left cracked open, and I thought about the simple fact of my hand in his and how I hadn’t pulled it away. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me. Not after a minute. Not after five. We’d sat like that until the wine was finished and the chill of the water had made us move inside, and even then the ending of it had been gradual—not a withdrawal but just the natural conclusion of needing two hands to carry our glasses. I hadn’t pulled away. That was new. That was the difference between now and all the times before, when every softening had been immediately followed by my own self-protective retreat. When I’d let myself feel something and then spent the next forty-eight hours talking myself back from the ledge of it. I
LAURAI looked out of the window at the passing buildings as we drove at high speed. The car was relatively silent despite there being four people in it.The driver, Juniper at the front seat, and of course my lovely soon-to-be husband right next to me. The silence was suffocating.It wasn’t helpi
LAURA My eyes shot open and I jerked upright, panic flooding through my system.Where was I? Had Alexei caught me? Was I back in that warehouse?My hands flew up to my mouth, my breathing coming in short, desperate gasps as I looked around wildly but soon, relief washed over me in tides.I recogni
LAURA My hands were slick with sweat on the steering wheel, the SUV swerving wildly across the highway as I fought to keep it under control.I’d barely driven anything in years, talk less of something this massive and powerful but desperation was sure one hell of a motivator, and right now it was
XAVIER’S POVWe were half a mile from Alexei’s estate when Marcus’s phone lit up with an urgent call.“Talk to me,” he answered, putting it on speaker.The voice that came through belonged to Lucas, and he sounded nothing short of breathless. “We’ve got movement. Surveillance picked up unusual acti







