The car smelled like leather and paranoia. Levi had insisted on a security escort, though I’d argued until my voice cracked. The man barely had his strength back, and already he was trying to reassert control over me. Or maybe that was just Levi’s way of showing love, trying to dominate every situation so no one else could.I leaned my forehead against the cold window, watching the city blur past in streaks of light and shadow. Negotiating with Aurora. Meeting the woman who had managed to dismantle every piece of stability I’d ever known. It was absurd. Dangerous. And yet, I couldn’t think of another way to save my father.The ledger sat heavy in my lap, its leather cover worn and slightly cracked. I hadn’t told Levi about it. He’d asked …no… practically demanded but I’d danced around the truth with all the grace of a drunk ballerina. That wasn’t a betrayal, was it? Keeping something back until I had a clearer picture? But as the silence in the car stretched, I wondered if Levi alread
For what seemed like forever, Levi remained silent. The silence between us was heavy, even oppressive. With my heart thumping in my ears, I gazed at the dashboard. I understood what he was trying to say: I should have trusted him enough to involve him in this, that I shouldn't have gone alone, and that I shouldn't have bargained with Aurora. However, he didn't. He simply sat there with his fingers clenched over the wheel until his knuckles were white. At last, he let out a crisp, controlled breath through his nose. “She gave you a week?” “Yes.” “And what’s her price?” I hesitated, feeling the weight of his question pressing down on me. “She wants… access to everything. Your networks, your contacts. She wants control.” His head snapped toward me, his eyes narrowing. “Control of my empire?” I nodded, unable to look at him directly. “In exchange for my father’s life.” Levi’s laugh was cold, humorless. “So that’s her game. Use you to dismantle me from the inside out.” “It’s
For a long time, Levi held me in his strong, protecting arms, as if to protect me from the storm that was brewing outside and the one that was tearing at my insides. Considering what I had concealed from him, I didn't deserve his consolation. I didn't push him away, though. I allowed myself to lean into him for the first time in days, finding strength in the one person who appeared to be able to withstand all that was collapsing around us. I'm not sure how long we stood there before Levi eventually drew away and looked into my eyes. Softly but firmly, he pointed to the ledger that was still in my grip and said, "Let me see it." I reluctantly gave it to them. He turned the pages over, his jaw tightening with every new piece of damning evidence. When he reached the list of targe s, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes darkened with a rage I rarely saw him let loose.“She’s not just playing games,” he muttered, his voice low and lethal. “She’s building a war.”“And my father’s
The warehouse felt impossibly colder as Livia's footsteps faded. Her ultimatum echoed in my mind like a taunting whisper. ‘One week. Walk away from Levi, or lose everything.’ I stood frozen, gripping the envelope containing my mother’s damning letter, my breath fogging in the still, stagnant air. Every instinct screamed at me to leave, to go back to Levi and let him take control. But for the first time, I didn’t want to lean on him entirely not for this. I needed answers. My mother’s ghost was clawing its way into the present, and if Aurora was pulling the strings, it was time I saw her face-to-face.Two days later, I found myself in another forgotten corner of the city, a private meeting set up through a trail of cryptic messages from Aurora’s network. This time, there was a stylish, contemporary apartment with a city view instead of a freezing warehouse. The stark lines and simple décor were meant to frighten rather than to reassure, and it was almost too immaculate. Aurora herself
I stayed in Levi’s arms longer than I should have. The warmth and steadiness of him dulled the edges of my panic, but not for long. I could feel his heartbeat under my cheek, steady and calm in a way mine would never be again. Levi, ever the unshakable force, pulled back first, his hands firm but gentle as they slid down to my arms. His gray eyes searched mine. “We’ll handle this,” he said, low and sure. “You don’t understand,” I whispered, the weight of Aurora’s ultimatum pressing down on me like a lead blanket. “She’s not bluffing. My father’s her ace. She doesn’t care about him she’ll kill him without a second thought if we don’t give her what she wants.” “Then we outmaneuver her,” Levi said, his voice sharper now. His confidence bordered on arrogance, but that was Levi. He couldn’t see defeat, wouldn’t even entertain it. I wanted to believe him. God, how I wanted to believe him. But Aurora was a different kind of monster one who thrived on chaos and always stayed three mov
For the first time in a long time, I was certain about something. Levi. He’d been my anchor in a sea of chaos, my one constant when everything else was falling apart. Trusting him had always felt like walking a tightrope over an abyss, but now…now it felt like solid ground. As I left the room, his words still ringing in my ears, I turned back. He stood there, silhouetted against the dim light, his jaw tight, his fists still clenched. He looked like a man fighting a war on too many fronts, but when his eyes met mine, there was no hesitation, no doubt. “Levi,” I said softly. He raised an eyebrow, waiting. “I’ll come back,” I promised, stepping closer. “But I need you to know I don’t think I can do this without you.” His expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. “You don’t have to,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I’m not going anywhere, Eliana. Not now, not ever.” The words struck something deep inside me. I crossed the space between us an
Levi must’ve noticed the way I carried the tension in my shoulders, how my fingers twitched every time I glanced at my father’s name on that list. It wasn’t even lunchtime when he walked into the study, grabbed my hand, and said, “Come with me.” I blinked, startled. “What? Where?” “You’ll see,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We don’t have time for—” “Eliana,” he interrupted, his voice soft but firm. “We’ll make time.” I wanted to argue, to tell him we couldn’t afford to stop not when everything was hanging by a thread. But the way he looked at me, like he was offering me air while I drowned, made me pause. I let him lead me out of the room, my protests dying on my lips. Levi drove us out to the edge of the city, where the Vanderbilt estate gave way to rolling hills and quiet, open fields. He parked the car near a hidden grove, and as I stepped out, the sound of rushing water greeted me. “Are you kidding me?” I asked, turning to him with a raised eyebrow
The drive back to the estate was quieter, but the tension between us had eased. I felt lighter somehow, like I’d finally let go of a weight I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying. As we pulled up to the gates, one of Levi’s men ran out to meet us, his face pale. “We’ve got a problem,” he said, his voice tight. Levi’s expression hardened. “What is it?” “The bomb at the estate—it wasn’t random. It was triggered by someone on the inside.” The words sent a chill down my spine. “Who?” Levi demanded, his tone sharp. “We’re still working on that,” the man admitted. “But whoever it is they’re good. And they’re still feeding Aurora information.” Levi’s jaw tightened, his hand curling into a fist. “Find them,” he said coldly. “I want a name.” As the man hurried off, I followed Levi inside, my mind racing. But when we reached the study, my attention was drawn to the list of targets still spread out on the desk. My father’s name stared back at me, a grim reminder of what was a
Years had passed since the day we fought for freedom, for peace, and for the life we have now. The life we had dreamed of for so long but never dared to imagine in the depth of our darkest days.Our home was no longer a symbol of chaos or fear—it was a sanctuary. The walls that once echoed with tension now hummed with the laughter of our children and the soft murmur of conversations that held no weight of the past. It was a place of peace, of love, of family.Levi stood by the window, looking out over the vast grounds of our estate. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over everything. He had always been the protector, the one who looked out for everyone, but now, as I watched him from behind, I saw the shift. The years had softened him in ways I hadn't expected. His gaze, once sharp and filled with purpose, now held a quiet w
We stood together, the weight of the world no longer pressing down on us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could finally see the horizon ahead—clear, unobstructed, and full of promise. The past had been a storm, one we’d weathered with everything we had, but now the skies were calm, the air sweet with the scent of new beginnings.Levi’s hand found mine, his fingers wrapping around mine with that familiar, comforting strength. We had come so far, from the darkness of a life we never asked for, to this—this quiet, peaceful moment where everything felt right. We had built a life together, piece by piece, through the pain and the loss, through every challenge that had come our way. And now, we were free.I looked down at our son, sleeping peacefully in Levi’s arms, his tiny chest rising and falling with every breath. He was a symbol of everything we had fought for, everything we had dreamed of. He was our future, and that
The world had changed for us. For the first time in a long while, I could breathe without the weight of the past suffocating me. Levi and I, side by side, were finally at peace. The endless battles, the constant fight for survival, all of it felt like it was behind us. There was no more running, no more hiding. We had built something together, something we never thought we’d have: a life that was free of fear, full of hope, and, most importantly, full of love.I watched Levi as he stood by the window, his hands resting lightly on the sill. The evening sun bathed him in a warm golden light, casting long shadows across the room. His face, once hardened by years of war and loss, now wore a calmness that I hadn’t thought possible. There were lines on his face, yes, but they were no longer lines of anger or sorrow. They were lines of experience, of wisdom. He had lived through so much, and yet, now, in this quiet moment, he was at peace. We both were.I leaned a
Levi held the envelope in his hands, his fingers tracing the edges of it as if unsure whether to open it. The silence was heavy between us, each of us waiting for him to make the first move. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I had never expected to find myself in this situation, not with Levi’s mother standing before us, and certainly not with her holding something that could change everything. The tension was palpable, and for a moment, it felt like the room itself was holding its breath.I glanced at Levi, who was still staring down at the envelope, his jaw tense, his mind clearly processing everything. It wasn’t just the content of the letter that he was contemplating; it was the years of abandonment, of unanswered questions, of the emptiness that his mother had left in his life. No matter how much he tried to shield himself from it, the truth about her absence, the reason why she had walked away all those years ago, was something that
The days after our vow renewal passed in a peaceful blur. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no enemies at the gates, no secrets threatening to tear us apart. There was only the present—the quiet, intimate moments we shared as a family. Levi and I spent hours talking about our future, about the life we were going to build for our son. We reflected on all we had endured to get to this point, but even more so on the love we had for each other and the trust that had grown between us.In these moments, I felt a sense of calm that was foreign to me. In the past, I had always been on edge, waiting for the next betrayal, the next threat to arise. But now, in the safety of our home, with our son sleeping peacefully in his crib, I allowed myself to feel what I had always longed for—peace.Levi and I shared a quiet dinner one evening, the soft glow of the lights illuminating the room. Our son was asleep in his room, and for the first time,
As I watched Levi hold our son, the weight of everything that had happened seemed to melt away. It was hard to believe that just months ago, we were fighting for survival, struggling with betrayals, with enemies lurking at every corner. And now here we were, in a hospital room, surrounded by the soft hum of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic, with our child between us. I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt more at peace.Levi had always been the force of nature, the leader who commanded respect, but here, in this moment, I saw a side of him I hadn’t truly known before. The man I thought I understood—cold, calculated, driven by the mission—was now softened, changed by the simple act of holding our child. Our son, our little miracle, had transformed him in ways I didn’t think were possible.I turned my head to look at him, my hand resting gently on his arm. He was staring down at the baby with a soft expression on his face, his
The moment Levi held our baby for the first time was one I would never forget. I had seen him strong, cold, ruthless in battle, and yet here, in the quiet, dimly lit hospital room, all that faded away. It was just him, me, and the tiny life we had created together.His arms were gentle, yet his grip was firm, as if he were afraid to let go, as if the very idea of losing this moment, losing this piece of him, terrified him more than anything else. His face was soft, his eyes filled with a vulnerability I had never seen before. He looked at our child with a kind of reverence, his gaze intense and full of awe.“I never thought…” Levi’s voice faltered, thick with emotion, and for the first time, I saw the cracks in his armor. His gaze flickered from the baby to me, and there was a shift in him, something profound. “I never thought I could feel like this. So... so helpless. But in the best way. This... this little one has already changed
The world around me was a blur of motion, flashes of light and darkness, the steady beep of machines blending with the sound of Levi’s voice. He was calling my name, his hand gripping mine tightly, but everything felt distant, as though I was floating somewhere far from him.“Eliana, stay with me,” he said, his voice strained, as though it was costing him everything to speak. I could hear the panic there, the fear, but there was something else too—something I hadn’t heard before. Something raw. His hand tightened around mine, and I tried to squeeze back, but my fingers felt heavy, sluggish. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t stay present. My body felt foreign to me, as though I was losing control of it.“Eliana,” Levi’s voice broke through again, more urgent this time. “I need you to stay with me. Just a little longer, please.”I tried to respond, but no words came. Instead, I felt the p
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been fighting, but it felt like hours, maybe days. Each moment blurred into the next as we moved, fought, and fought some more. The Rossettis, Livia, even Mr. Rossetti—they had been obstacles, pieces of the puzzle, but they weren’t the true threat. They were pawns, caught in a game they didn’t understand. It was always her. Levi’s twin sister. I had sensed it all along, but I hadn’t been able to put the pieces together until now. Every step we had taken, every move, it had all been leading us to her. She was the one who orchestrated this entire nightmare. The Rossettis had been too predictable, too visible. It had been her, pulling the strings from behind the scenes. And now, as we stood on the precipice of everything we had fought for, it became clear. She was here. She was the storm we had been trying to survive, and now it was time to face it head-on. Levi’s anger was palpable beside me. I could feel the tension in his every muscle, the way he gripp