Elena's POV
I snapped at the sudden grip around my waist, pulling me backward toward a manly figure. My hand rested on his chest, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps as I thought I had been captured by one of the men trying to break into the mansion.
Just as I slowly lifted my eyes to see who it was, my heart racing, my entire being trembling, I was stunned to find Caspian—my one-night stand and now husband—trapping me in his arms, his body hot from the tension I felt surrounding him.
"I asked you to stay inside, Squishy…" he breathed, his deep, gruff voice sending me reeling back.
A heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips, but that was only for a split second. Staring deeply into his icy blue eyes, which remained fixed on me without a single word, I couldn't help but recall the night before.
His every touch, his words, my loud moans. I wasn't sure why, but I found myself beginning to get drawn to him again. Drawn to my ex-uncle. Drawn to a dangerous person.
I was certain he could kill me right now, and no one would find out, but why did I find peace in his arms? Or rather, why did my heart race for just him?
As I remained lost in my thoughts, my gaze fixed on his, the sudden heavy steps of someone running toward us from behind caught my attention. Before I could react, Caspian's eyes snapped toward the person, and he immediately twirled, switching positions with me.
At that moment, I realized the person running toward us had struck him with something heavy on his back. I was meant to take the hit, but he took it for me.
My eyes swirled with concern and curiosity as I stared at him. “Are you…” I panicked as I was about to ask, but he cut me short before I could utter another word.
"Go wait for me in my study, and no matter what, don't come out until I say so. Is that clear?" he commanded.
Before I could say a single word, he unfurled his arms from around my slender waist and turned sharply to the man who had struck him with a stick. I could see it clearly now.
At this point, I realized he was aware of their break-in. I needed to save myself. Without thinking twice, I spun on my heels and began to run toward the entrance of the house to get myself inside his study, just as he had commanded me.
But just then, a pang of guilt and fear struck me. I halted in my tracks and turned around to where he stood with the four men now facing him.
He was all alone, and I bet they were going to take advantage of that. Biting my lower lip and panicking, I muttered, "It seems like the universe just doesn't want me to leave this place. I need to help."
Instantly, I headed back toward where he was standing. At the sight of me standing closer to him, his brows furrowed in disappointment that I didn't leave as he had commanded.
"You just won't listen to your husband, would you, Squishy?" he grunted, and I shook my head.
"I can't just leave you alone… I don't want anyone dying because of me," I admitted, unaware of my surroundings.
With a swift move, Caspian pushed me out of the way, making me fall to the ground before he threw a punch at one of the men who had tried attacking me from behind.
The others lunged at him, but he fought. He was protecting me. He tried his best to ensure that none of the men got closer to me. Was this what it felt like to be saved?
Soon, one of them tossed his stick to the ground and pulled out a knife. My eyes widened at the sight of it.
"You know, you shouldn't have returned to Maxnight, Caspian. You should have stayed where you were asked to. Now, you'll suffer the consequences of your disobedience."
As the man let out those words, he charged toward Caspian, intent on stabbing him. I wanted to move, to help him, but I just couldn't.
I found myself frozen, stuck to the ground, my heart skipping several beats.
He got so close to Caspian, but just then, Caspian caught a firm grip on his hand and, with the side of his own hand, struck the knife out of the man's grasp.
Squeezing his hand, the man wailed bitterly. At that moment, I found my footing. I sharply stood up and used the opportunity to pull his mask off his face.
The man, seeing that his face had been revealed, instantly pulled his hand from Caspian’s grip and ran away with the other gang members, who were formerly on the ground, writhing in pain.
"Mr. Caspian!" Nathan's voice echoed from behind us as he rushed toward where we stood.
Seeing them leave, he wanted to run after them, but Caspian stopped him. "Don't… let them go and report to whoever sent them," he demanded.
Nathan wanted to protest against Caspian’s sudden command, but just then, Caspian took staggering steps backward, his hand flying to his right side.
Curiously, I took his hand off, only to discover that he had been injured. "You are bleeding." My eyes bulged in shock.
"It's nothing. I…" he sucked in a sharp breath as he tried to lie.
I checked swiftly. "It's not that deep. I can handle this," I stated before urging him into the house.
The second we got to his living room, I helped him sit on the couch while Nathan brought the first aid box.
I tried my best to bandage his wound before it could get infected. Just as I was focused on making sure he was fine, his sudden question halted me in my tracks.
"Were you also sent by them?"
My eyes snapped toward his, my heart racing rapidly. "What?"
He leaned closer, his eyes searching mine intently. "You are here based on their orders, right? Don't lie to me." His deep voice sent thrilling shivers down my spine.
"I wasn't sent by anyone!" I swallowed nervously. "You saw me yourself at the club. I don't know anyone!" I defended myself with a bold look on my face.
He paused briefly, his eyes devoid of humor, still piercing deeply into mine. I could feel my soul leaving my body at that moment. If he sensed me as a threat, there was no doubt he’d kill me instantly.
I was on alert, ready to run if necessary, but just then, he began to laugh as he pulled away from my face.
I flinched countless times at his sudden behavior.
"I'm sorry, but you should have seen your face just now. I was just joking with you, Squishy," he said, reaching out and snatching my chin. "You would never work against me, right? You’d never deceive me."
At the sound of his words, I found myself sweating inwardly—not because of the fight that had just happened, but because of his threats. He was my ex-husband’s uncle. I wasn’t sure if he knew that yet, but one thing I knew was that he wouldn’t be happy knowing I deceived him.
"There’ll be a family dinner tomorrow… I want you to join me. Not as a mere woman but as my wife."
Struck by the sudden threat and now this invitation, I had mixed emotions. Caspian was a dangerous person, someone who could kill without a second thought—and he was also Caleb’s uncle.
I wasn’t sure if I’d be safe attending the dinner party with him. I wasn’t sure what would happen.
But hadn’t he just saved me tonight?
Elena’s POVI stood before the mirror placed in his room, my fingers shaking slightly as I tried to zip up the elegant black dress he had given me.My mind was racing. Caspian Nightingale was dangerous. I had seen it. That much was clear. Yet here I was, in his room, getting ready to leave for a dinner party with him. With someone I should dread.I should have left as planned. I should have run away the moment I got the chance to do so. But for some reason, I didn’t.Instead, I stood here, my reflection staring back at me, reminding me that my freedom was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.I was divorced. I was supposed to be free. Yet, somehow, I had walked straight into another trap.I exhaled shakily, my bare back exposed as I struggled with the zipper. My hands were clammy, my stomach twisting with unease.Why couldn’t I just ignore the fact that he had saved me earlier? Why couldn’t I turn around and leave? A heavy sigh escaped my lips at that moment.Just as I was
Elena's POVThe moment the car rolled to a stop in front of the event building, my fingers curled around the door handle, ready to step out.But before I could push the door open, a firm, warm hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.“Wait,” his deep voice rumbled beside me.I turned, meeting his icy, unreadable gaze. Caspian’s grip was gentle but firm, his thumb lightly brushing against my pulse.My breath hitched at the intensity in his expression, but before I could ask why, he stepped out first, moving with that effortless authority that always made people pause and take notice.He strode around the car, his tailored suit catching the moonlight, and pulled the door open for me.My chest tightened at the small yet thoughtful gesture. A habit of his, I realized. A silent claim.He reached out, his fingers expectant. I hesitated for just a moment before sliding my hand into his. His grip tightened slightly, grounding me, before he led me toward the brightly lit entranc
Elena's POVWith every step Caspian took into the grand hall, my chest tightened. My breathing grew shallow. Each breath I took only made the anxiety worse. I felt like the walls were closing in.Yes, I knew I had made a huge mistake—I’d signed that marriage contract with Mr. Caspian without fully understanding what it meant. But what I didn’t expect, what I never planned… was for him to claim me as his wife. Out loud. In front of everyone.In front of Caleb.In front of Isabella.My fingers curled tightly into the fabric of my dress, my eyes widening in pure shock as Caspian walked straight toward us, his face unreadable but his steps full of purpose.“Uncle Caspian—” Caleb began, but Caspian’s sharp voice cut through the air like a knife.“How dare you try to harass my wife in public?” he snapped, his voice thunderous. “Do you have no respect for me as your uncle? No respect for the family name?”The room fell deathly silent.“What?” Caleb laughed bitterly, clearly in disbelief. He
Caspian's POVWe had finally reached the open field, but Elena still didn’t seem like herself. Her eyes looked distant, like her thoughts were trapped somewhere far away. I could only imagine what was running through her mind, but right now, none of that mattered to me. All I wanted—no, needed—was for her to fall in love with me.If that happened, I wouldn’t hesitate to throw it right in Alec’s smug face… and Caleb’s too—his unwanted son.She couldn’t return to Caleb. I wouldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not ever.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me, and stopped walking. My hand slid away from her waist, but I reached up and grabbed her shoulder firmly—not to hurt, but just enough to pull her attention back to me.She turned slowly, her eyes still clouded.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, squishy?” I asked with a half-smile, trying to hide the fire burning in my chest. “Planning something wicked again?”She flinched when she heard my voice, h
Caspian's POV"I'm waiting… where is it?" I asked with a stern look focused on him. I refused to act all soft and pity him.If he wanted pity from me, he should have thought twice before he killed my mother."Why are you making this so difficult for both of us? I… I know you might not want to believe me, but I didn't kill your mother either," Mr. Night explained in a hoarse tone, making me scoff in disbelief."You can fool anyone, old man, but you can't fool me. I saw it with my eyes and you admitted to it—now why are you…" Caspian paused briefly, shaking his head in anger."You want the satisfaction of having me here with you, but I'm sorry, I can't give it to you. Now, where is it?"I wasn't buying any of his stories. After all, his lies didn't just start today. He was going to give me the necessary information I needed and that was it.The relic my mother had left behind was just for me alone. My father had no right to claim it, but he did and lied about it being missing. Now, when
Caspian's POVShe was scared, but not as scared as I was. I had just watched my father die. I had just witnessed the passing of Mr. Night, just like I saw my mother being moved into a morgue.My fingers clenched tightly as I turned to look at her. She was putting on a white dress with a blue collar, which indicated one thing: she was the nurse taking care of my father.Before I could say a word, she turned on her heels and left the room, running like she was being chased by some ghost. I didn't chase after her. I had a more important situation on ground than her.Turning back to my father's dead body, I reached for his eyes and shut them properly. I wasn't supposed to care about him, but why in the world did my heart race the way it did? Why did it ache when all I've gotten from my father was nothing but hatred?Just as I was trying to piece everything together, a familiar voice, low but sinister, echoed from behind me.“What have you done, Caspian?”I turned sharply to find Alec, my
Caspian's POV.Her hand, soft and gentle, remained on my face, her words making me feel at ease. They were more soothing than I could have ever imagined. No one had shown me this much care in a long while. It all reminded me of my mother.I wasn't sure if it was real or if she was still seeing me as a pawn, but her words had melted my pain and drained the frustration I felt from speaking to my brother and his silly son in there.I wanted to keep this feeling, and I was going to do it.I nodded twice, with a faint but bitter smile on my lips. “I won't disappoint you, Squishy,” I assured her, my hand reaching out and squeezing hers firmly.“I trust you,” she muttered to me.How could she trust me when my plan was to use her? Was she always this easy, or was there something I was missing?After a few seconds of staring at her, I turned my attention to Nathan, who was holding the steering wheel of the vehicle in his grip.“Did you get any information from anyone at the event today?” I ask
Caspian's POVHer breath hitched the moment my lips touched her skin. She stood still, almost trembling, like she didn’t know what to do—but I did.I tilted her chin up with one hand, making her look into my eyes. “Don’t hide from me, Squishy,” I said softly but firmly. “Not now… not when I’ve been dying to touch you.”Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t have to say anything—her eyes told me everything. She wanted this just as badly as I did.I slid my hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the damp towel. Then, slowly, I tugged at the edge of it.The towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor without a sound.She gasped, but I caught her before she could step back. “No,” I whispered, pulling her closer until our bodies touched, skin against skin. “You don’t run from me. Not now.”I picked her up easily, her legs wrapping around my waist like it was second nature. Her arms clung to my shoulders, her breath shaky and hot against my neck.“You b
Caspian's POVHer breath hitched the moment my lips touched her skin. She stood still, almost trembling, like she didn’t know what to do—but I did.I tilted her chin up with one hand, making her look into my eyes. “Don’t hide from me, Squishy,” I said softly but firmly. “Not now… not when I’ve been dying to touch you.”Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t have to say anything—her eyes told me everything. She wanted this just as badly as I did.I slid my hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the damp towel. Then, slowly, I tugged at the edge of it.The towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor without a sound.She gasped, but I caught her before she could step back. “No,” I whispered, pulling her closer until our bodies touched, skin against skin. “You don’t run from me. Not now.”I picked her up easily, her legs wrapping around my waist like it was second nature. Her arms clung to my shoulders, her breath shaky and hot against my neck.“You b
Caspian's POV.Her hand, soft and gentle, remained on my face, her words making me feel at ease. They were more soothing than I could have ever imagined. No one had shown me this much care in a long while. It all reminded me of my mother.I wasn't sure if it was real or if she was still seeing me as a pawn, but her words had melted my pain and drained the frustration I felt from speaking to my brother and his silly son in there.I wanted to keep this feeling, and I was going to do it.I nodded twice, with a faint but bitter smile on my lips. “I won't disappoint you, Squishy,” I assured her, my hand reaching out and squeezing hers firmly.“I trust you,” she muttered to me.How could she trust me when my plan was to use her? Was she always this easy, or was there something I was missing?After a few seconds of staring at her, I turned my attention to Nathan, who was holding the steering wheel of the vehicle in his grip.“Did you get any information from anyone at the event today?” I ask
Caspian's POVShe was scared, but not as scared as I was. I had just watched my father die. I had just witnessed the passing of Mr. Night, just like I saw my mother being moved into a morgue.My fingers clenched tightly as I turned to look at her. She was putting on a white dress with a blue collar, which indicated one thing: she was the nurse taking care of my father.Before I could say a word, she turned on her heels and left the room, running like she was being chased by some ghost. I didn't chase after her. I had a more important situation on ground than her.Turning back to my father's dead body, I reached for his eyes and shut them properly. I wasn't supposed to care about him, but why in the world did my heart race the way it did? Why did it ache when all I've gotten from my father was nothing but hatred?Just as I was trying to piece everything together, a familiar voice, low but sinister, echoed from behind me.“What have you done, Caspian?”I turned sharply to find Alec, my
Caspian's POV"I'm waiting… where is it?" I asked with a stern look focused on him. I refused to act all soft and pity him.If he wanted pity from me, he should have thought twice before he killed my mother."Why are you making this so difficult for both of us? I… I know you might not want to believe me, but I didn't kill your mother either," Mr. Night explained in a hoarse tone, making me scoff in disbelief."You can fool anyone, old man, but you can't fool me. I saw it with my eyes and you admitted to it—now why are you…" Caspian paused briefly, shaking his head in anger."You want the satisfaction of having me here with you, but I'm sorry, I can't give it to you. Now, where is it?"I wasn't buying any of his stories. After all, his lies didn't just start today. He was going to give me the necessary information I needed and that was it.The relic my mother had left behind was just for me alone. My father had no right to claim it, but he did and lied about it being missing. Now, when
Caspian's POVWe had finally reached the open field, but Elena still didn’t seem like herself. Her eyes looked distant, like her thoughts were trapped somewhere far away. I could only imagine what was running through her mind, but right now, none of that mattered to me. All I wanted—no, needed—was for her to fall in love with me.If that happened, I wouldn’t hesitate to throw it right in Alec’s smug face… and Caleb’s too—his unwanted son.She couldn’t return to Caleb. I wouldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not ever.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me, and stopped walking. My hand slid away from her waist, but I reached up and grabbed her shoulder firmly—not to hurt, but just enough to pull her attention back to me.She turned slowly, her eyes still clouded.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, squishy?” I asked with a half-smile, trying to hide the fire burning in my chest. “Planning something wicked again?”She flinched when she heard my voice, h
Elena's POVWith every step Caspian took into the grand hall, my chest tightened. My breathing grew shallow. Each breath I took only made the anxiety worse. I felt like the walls were closing in.Yes, I knew I had made a huge mistake—I’d signed that marriage contract with Mr. Caspian without fully understanding what it meant. But what I didn’t expect, what I never planned… was for him to claim me as his wife. Out loud. In front of everyone.In front of Caleb.In front of Isabella.My fingers curled tightly into the fabric of my dress, my eyes widening in pure shock as Caspian walked straight toward us, his face unreadable but his steps full of purpose.“Uncle Caspian—” Caleb began, but Caspian’s sharp voice cut through the air like a knife.“How dare you try to harass my wife in public?” he snapped, his voice thunderous. “Do you have no respect for me as your uncle? No respect for the family name?”The room fell deathly silent.“What?” Caleb laughed bitterly, clearly in disbelief. He
Elena's POVThe moment the car rolled to a stop in front of the event building, my fingers curled around the door handle, ready to step out.But before I could push the door open, a firm, warm hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.“Wait,” his deep voice rumbled beside me.I turned, meeting his icy, unreadable gaze. Caspian’s grip was gentle but firm, his thumb lightly brushing against my pulse.My breath hitched at the intensity in his expression, but before I could ask why, he stepped out first, moving with that effortless authority that always made people pause and take notice.He strode around the car, his tailored suit catching the moonlight, and pulled the door open for me.My chest tightened at the small yet thoughtful gesture. A habit of his, I realized. A silent claim.He reached out, his fingers expectant. I hesitated for just a moment before sliding my hand into his. His grip tightened slightly, grounding me, before he led me toward the brightly lit entranc
Elena’s POVI stood before the mirror placed in his room, my fingers shaking slightly as I tried to zip up the elegant black dress he had given me.My mind was racing. Caspian Nightingale was dangerous. I had seen it. That much was clear. Yet here I was, in his room, getting ready to leave for a dinner party with him. With someone I should dread.I should have left as planned. I should have run away the moment I got the chance to do so. But for some reason, I didn’t.Instead, I stood here, my reflection staring back at me, reminding me that my freedom was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.I was divorced. I was supposed to be free. Yet, somehow, I had walked straight into another trap.I exhaled shakily, my bare back exposed as I struggled with the zipper. My hands were clammy, my stomach twisting with unease.Why couldn’t I just ignore the fact that he had saved me earlier? Why couldn’t I turn around and leave? A heavy sigh escaped my lips at that moment.Just as I was
Elena's POVI snapped at the sudden grip around my waist, pulling me backward toward a manly figure. My hand rested on his chest, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps as I thought I had been captured by one of the men trying to break into the mansion.Just as I slowly lifted my eyes to see who it was, my heart racing, my entire being trembling, I was stunned to find Caspian—my one-night stand and now husband—trapping me in his arms, his body hot from the tension I felt surrounding him."I asked you to stay inside, Squishy…" he breathed, his deep, gruff voice sending me reeling back.A heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips, but that was only for a split second. Staring deeply into his icy blue eyes, which remained fixed on me without a single word, I couldn't help but recall the night before.His every touch, his words, my loud moans. I wasn't sure why, but I found myself beginning to get drawn to him again. Drawn to my ex-uncle. Drawn to a dangerous person.I was certain he could kill