《Craving his control 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Mia The office was unusually quiet. Too quiet. After the chaos of the press conference, Grayson’s removal, and Harry’s unexpected proposal, I thought I’d earned a few days of peace. But silence? Silence meant a storm was about to crack open. “Ms. Williams,” my assistant said through the intercom, “someone’s here to see you. He says you’ll remember him. His name is… Nolan.” I froze. Nolan. A name I hadn’t heard in years. A name that didn’t belong in this world. I swallowed the sudden knot in my throat. “Send him in.” The door opened. And there he was. Same sharp jawline. Same arrogant smirk. But the years had aged his eyes — they were colder now. Calculating. “Mia Williams,” he said, stepping into my office like he owned it. “Or should I say… Mia Wells?” My blood turned to ice. --- I stood. “This isn’t a reunion,” I said coldly. “Say what you came to say.” He laughed, low and cruel. “Still a queen, huh? Even with skeletons under that polished skin.” “Nolan—” “I

Mia The night air was warm, thick with the scent of the city leather and rain and summer smoke. We hadn’t spoken much since the fallout. Not because we were avoiding it. But because… we didn’t need to. Some things are too big for words. Some truths just settle between two people like gravity. And right now? Gravity was pulling me toward him. The penthouse was dimly lit when I stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a silk robe around myself — ivory, barely there — and walked barefoot toward the balcony. Harry was already out there, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the skyline glowing behind him like he was carved from ambition itself. He didn’t turn when I opened the door. But his voice — low and dark — sent chills through me. “You didn’t have to come to me like that.” I paused. “Like what?” “Looking like temptation.” He finally turned. Eyes burning. Whiskey forgotten. And slowly — with that look that always made my knees weak — he reached into his jacket pocket and pul

Harry She thought it was over. That she’d buried it. That just because she scared off Nolan, the past would retreat like a ghost finally exorcised. But ghosts don’t die, do they? They wait. And now, one of them was knocking on my door. The email hit my private server just after midnight. Encrypted. No name. Just one attachment. Inside? A series of offshore transfers bank accounts I didn’t recognize. But the sender knew I would. Because they were connected to a subsidiary company I owned. A shell corporation. One I hadn’t touched in years. And suddenly? It was linked to Catalyst Group. To Mia. To me. I stared at the screen, blood going cold. It wasn’t Nolan. It was bigger. Cleaner. Strategic. Someone else was pulling strings now. Someone with access. And they weren’t asking for money. They weren’t threatening to expose her. No. They were threatening to destroy Declan Global Holdings. I called Caleb immediately. Woke him up. Explained everything. Withi

The moment Nolan thought he had control... he didn’t realize he was already standing on a minefield and Mia and Harry were holding the match. Harry “I don’t want him arrested,” I said, voice like steel. Caleb didn’t even blink. “Then what do you want?” I stared at the paused screen showing Nolan’s smug face from the news article. His eyes practically gleamed with self-satisfaction — a man who thought he’d finally won. A man who had no idea the war was already over. “I want him erased,” I said. “Publicly. Legally. Financially. I want every door slammed in his face and every mirror to remind him who did it.” Caleb exhaled. “Good. Because I have something you’ll like.” He slid a thick file across the table. Nolan's entire corrupt history — unaudited accounts, blackmailed startups, manipulated journalists. Things that had stayed buried… until we dug deep enough. I picked up the folder. “This’ll burn him.” “No,” Caleb said. “You and Mia will.” Mia When Harry handed me the fla

I woke up with my head on his chest. The sheets were tangled. The air smelled like him warm, clean, masculine. My legs still ached from how many times he made me fall apart the night before. This was the first morning I’d woken up as Mrs. Declan. And I’d never felt more his. He was already awake when I looked up. Watching me. His fingers moved gently over my bare back, tracing invisible lines across my skin. “You’re staring,” I whispered, voice sleepy. He smiled. “I just married the most dangerous woman alive. You think I’d sleep through that?” The Island He flew us to a private island in the Seychelles. Not a resort. A whole damn island. One villa. One private beach. One infinity pool where the ocean and sky kissed endlessly. And for the next seven days? It belonged to just us. By the time I got out of bed, he already had breakfast set on the veranda — fruit, champagne, pastries. I padded out barefoot in one of his shirts, still wearing not