Emma WatsonI barely remembered the walk back to my apartment. My mind was a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, heartbreak. Ray had admitted it. He’d loved Benita once. He’d been with her.And he’d kept it from me. The city was alive around me, yet I felt disconnected, my body moving on autopilot. Cars rushed past, their headlights painting streaks of light against wet pavement. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. My hands trembled as I unlocked the door. Mira passed me a glance, but her ignored her walking to my room.Rayian had said I could stay there if I didn't want to share a room with him.The room was dark and still, the silence pressing down on me. It felt colder than usual, as if the walls themselves sensed my turmoil. I dropped my coat onto the couch, rubbing my arms. I needed air.Grabbing my keys, I stepped onto the balcony. The city stretched before me, buildings towering under the moonlight. The cold breeze bit at my skin, but I welcomed it. I gripped the r
Emma WatsonThe weight of Ray’s confession still sat heavy on my chest as I walked back to our Mansion. The night air did little to clear my head; if anything, the wind only intensified the storm of emotions swirling inside me.I had asked for the truth. And I had gotten it.But now… I didn’t know what to do with it.I wrapped my arms around myself as I climbed the stairs to my room. My fingers trembled as I unlocked the door. The second I stepped inside, I let out a shaky breath, pressing my back against the door for support.Ray had been betrayed. Nearly killed. And the woman who had done it wasn’t just some forgotten ghost from his past.Benita was still here.Still haunting him.And she wasn’t done.I thought back to the way Ray had looked at me when I said we’d fight this together. The doubt in his eyes. The fear.He didn’t believe we could win.That terrified me more than anything.I forced myself to move, shedding my coat as I stepped into the dimly lit living room. My head had
Emma WatsonI woke up to the steady rhythm of Ray’s heartbeat beneath my ear. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, as if he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. For the first time in days, I felt safe. Secure. Like the storm raging around us couldn’t touch me—not while I was here, in his arms. But reality was waiting. And we couldn’t ignore it forever. I shifted slightly, tilting my head to look at him. His face was relaxed in sleep, but even now, I could see the tension in his features. The weight of everything he had been through still lingered. I reached up, running my fingers lightly over his jaw. His eyes fluttered open. For a second, he just looked at me. Then his lips curved into a slow, lazy smile. “Morning, trouble.” I rolled my eyes, but my heart did a little flip. “Morning.” His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. “Can we stay like this forever?” I sighed. “I wish.” Ray’s expression darkened slight
Chapter 49A New Player on Board Emma WatsonI gripped the edge of the door, my knuckles turning white.Celeste DeLuca.The name alone sent a jolt of fear through me. I didn’t know much about the DeLuca family, but what I did know was enough to make my stomach twist.And now one of them was standing at my doorstep.Her sharp green eyes flickered with amusement, as if she could see every thought running through my mind. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”Every instinct screamed at me to slam the door in her face.But something about her made me pause.She didn’t look threatening—at least, not in the obvious way. There was no gun, no knife. No sign that she meant me immediate harm.And yet…I didn’t trust her.I forced myself to speak. “Why are you here?”Celeste’s smile didn’t falter. “Like I said—I came to talk.”I swallowed hard. “About Ray?”Her eyes gleamed. “Yes. And Benita.”That name was enough to send another shiver down my spine.I hesitated, my heart pounding. I shouldn’t l
Emma WatsonMy heart pounded as I pushed through the crowded streets, searching desperately for Ray.Something wasn’t right.The way his phone kept ringing with no answer. The way my stomach twisted with a growing sense of dread.Celeste’s warning echoed in my mind.Benita isn’t working alone. She never was.She wants to take Ray down. Completely.And she knows the best way to do that… is through you.I felt sick.If Benita was planning something, Ray was already in danger. And if he didn’t pick up his phone, it could only mean one thing—He was already caught in the middle of whatever she had planned.I pulled out my phone and called Lucas.He picked up on the first ring.“Where is he?” I asked, breathless.Lucas cursed under his breath. “I tried stopping him. I swear, I did.”A cold wave of fear washed over me. “Stopping him from what?”“Going after Vincent.”My blood ran cold.“Where?” I demanded.Lucas hesitated. “Emma—”“Where, Lucas?” I snapped.A pause. Then—“The old warehouse
Emma WatsonThe moment we stepped out of the warehouse, the weight of everything hit me at once.Ray’s arm was bleeding. Vincent was left groaning on the cold floor. And my heart was still hammering from everything that had just happened.But most of all—Ray had kissed me.And I told him I loved him.Even now, as we hurried toward his car, his grip on my hand was firm, unyielding, as if he was afraid to let me go.I wasn’t going anywhere.I climbed into the passenger seat as Ray started the engine. His jaw was clenched, his eyes sharp, but I could tell he was struggling.“Ray,” I said softly, reaching for his arm.“Not now, Em,” he murmured. “We need to get out of here first.”I nodded, but my stomach twisted.The warehouse district was mostly abandoned at this time of night, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we weren’t alone.Ray must have felt it too because his grip on the steering wheel tightened.“I don’t like this,” he muttered. “Feels too easy.”I swallowed hard. “You think
Emma WatsonI barely slept.Even with Ray beside me, his warmth grounding me, my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that SUV slamming into us. I heard the screech of tires, the crash against the brick wall.Benita had made her move.And now it was our turn.By the time morning arrived, I was already up, sitting at the table in Clara serving breakfast, staring at a cup of coffee that had gone cold.I was beginning to miss Abel and Alex. It was as if Benita made sure they were away before striking.I didn’t hear him wake up, but I felt him before I saw him.“You didn’t sleep,” Ray murmured, his voice still rough from the night.I glanced up as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He was shirtless, a fresh bandage wrapped around his arm from the wound Vincent had given him.I sighed. “Neither did you.”His lips twitched. “Guess we’re both a mess.”A small smile played on my lips. But just as quickly, it faded.“What’s the plan?” I asked, getting straight to the poi
Emma WatsonThe hallway was eerily quiet, but my pulse thundered in my ears. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made my skin prickle.Benita was here.Ray’s hand tightened around mine for a brief second before he let go, his gaze scanning the area. His entire posture shifted—no longer the man I knew in the quiet moments, but the predator, the hunter.I mirrored him, inhaling deeply.We had one chance.The door ahead was slightly ajar. Light spilled into the dim hallway, casting long shadows across the polished floor.Ray moved first, slow and deliberate. I followed, my steps silent, my fingers curling into fists.And then, we heard her.Benita’s voice. Low, commanding.“She won’t stop,” she said to someone unseen. “Not until she’s dead.”A man’s voice replied, rough and edged with impatience. “Then let’s finish this. Tonight.”Ray glanced at me, his expression unreadable.My heart clenched.They were talking about me.I swallowed hard, gripping Ray’s arm.“We end this
Emma WatsonThe late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of the Manhattan penthouse, casting golden beams across the sleek marble floors. The scent of fresh lilies drifted through the open space, mingling with the faint aroma of roasted coffee from the kitchen. For the first time in months, the silence didn’t feel heavy or dangerous. It felt... peaceful.I stood barefoot by the glass wall, gazing out at the city I once hated for everything it took from me. Now, somehow, it had given me everything too.Behind me, Ray’s footsteps echoed softly across the wood. I didn’t turn. I didn’t have to. I knew his presence by heart now—the rhythm of his breathing, the tension in his muscles when he was deep in thought, the way his energy wrapped around mine like a second skin.He came to stand beside me, his hand finding mine. Warm. Solid. Real.“This view used to make me feel invincible,” he said quietly.I looked up at him, his profile bathed in the soft light. “And now?”He glanced do
Ray The night air bit against my skin as I stood on the rooftop of the Kingstone building, the skyline of Manhattan stretching before me in all its glittering, indifferent glory. The city didn’t know what it had cost me to get here—or maybe it didn’t care. Either way, the end was coming. And I was ready. Behind me, the wind whipped at my coat, and the faint sound of footsteps echoed from the stairwell. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “Are you sure about this?” Lucas’s voice was low, hoarse from the healing wound in his side. I glanced back at him. “It ends tonight. One way or another.” He nodded grimly and joined me at the edge. “We have snipers stationed on the west building, just like you planned. Emma’s team is holding the perimeter.” My throat tightened at her name. We’d said our goodbyes earlier, just in case. She’d kissed me like it might be the last time. Maybe it would be. “They’ll be here,” I said. “Benitez doesn’t miss a chance to gloat.” Luc
Emma I used to think love was the end goal. Like if I could just find the right person, all the broken parts would fall into place and I’d finally feel whole. But love wasn’t the end. It was the beginning. Because when Ray and I stopped running from who we were—and started building toward who we wanted to become—something bigger took root. Something wilder. Braver. Truer. Not a happy ending. A brave one. And that made all the difference. We spent the first few weeks after the wedding wrapped in a kind of quiet bliss. The world slowed down. Emails went unanswered. The Fellowship ran without us for a little while. Priya handled most of the chaos, sending short updates with emojis and bullet points. I skimmed them between morning walks and late-night dips in the ocean. Ray was softer, more still. I could see it in the way he looked at me—like the war inside him had finally gone quiet. I’d never felt more like myself. And in that stillness, something surpri
Ray When I was a kid, I thought power meant control. Silence in a boardroom. Eyes following your every move. A last name that carried weight, made people sit straighter. Turns out, none of that matters when you’re standing in a village where no one knows who you are—just that you show up when you say you will. That’s real power. Not dominance. But trust. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t chasing power to bury my father's shadow. I was chasing purpose—with Emma beside me. We moved slower now, not because we had to, but because we could. Mornings began with thick coffee and open laptops, balancing spreadsheets with outreach emails. The fellowship was growing faster than we planned. Our quiet office above the bookstore had tripled in size, and we were already looking for a new space. We weren’t just funding journalism. We were creating platforms. Safety nets. A family of storytellers, rebels, and truth-seekers. People I would’ve never noticed if I’d stay
The Shape of Forever Emma The breeze was warm, laced with the scent of frangipani and sea salt as I stepped out onto the balcony. Below, the ocean stretched into a horizon so clear and infinite, it felt like time itself paused to breathe. Bali wasn’t what I expected. It was better. No crowds. No headlines. No past. Just us—and the rhythm of waves that didn’t care about who we used to be. Ray was in the kitchen, humming something soft as he sliced fruit. Shirtless, barefoot, sun-kissed. If I didn’t already love him, I would’ve fallen for him right then and there. But I’d already fallen—completely, recklessly, irrevocably. And here, in this quiet corner of the world, it finally felt safe to land. We spent our mornings wrapped in each other, too lazy to set alarms. Sometimes we talked. Sometimes we didn’t need to. His fingertips would trace patterns on my skin while the sun climbed higher, and I’d close my eyes, memorizing the silence between our heartbeats. In the af
Ray The wind cut through my coat as I stepped out of the cabin one last time, the cold air snapping me to attention. Snow crunched beneath my boots, and far below, the world stretched out in a sea of silver and blue—mountains frozen in time, quiet valleys that didn’t care about headlines, betrayals, or billion-dollar collapses. Up here, the world couldn’t touch us. But it also couldn’t stay frozen forever. Behind me, Emma zipped up her duffel bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the chill, her hair tied back in a loose braid. She looked at me like she always did—like I wasn’t the broken son of a corrupt empire, but something more. Something worth saving. And maybe—for the first time in my life—I believed her. The train we caught into Lucerne was empty except for an older couple reading a newspaper and a teenage boy scrolling on a cracked phone. Emma sat beside me, her head leaning on my shoulder, one hand looped around my arm. I watched the
Emma The sun rose behind a shroud of pale clouds as we crossed the Swiss border. Ray sat beside me in the back of the SUV, his eyes fixed on the snow-dusted mountains ahead. Lucas dozed in the front passenger seat, snoring softly, a jacket draped over his face like a makeshift shield from reality. I watched Ray in the quiet. The shadows under his eyes hadn’t faded, even after everything we’d done. Even after the truth had finally come out. The Chronicle had published it all. Langston Enterprises. The bribes. The offshore accounts. The ports. The human cost. The devastation left in his father’s wake. It was global news now. Presidents were giving statements. CEOs were distancing themselves. Stocks were crashing. Investigations were launching across four continents. And yet, somehow, the air between us still held that tension. That edge. Because justice came with a price. And we were the ones who’d lit the match. The safe house was tucked into the mountains above Interla
Ray It wasn’t just the name—it was everything that came with it. Langston. In boardrooms, it carried weight. On Wall Street, it opened doors. But in my blood, it felt like a curse I’d spent my entire life trying to outrun. And now, it was time to turn around and face it. I stared at the screen, Emma asleep beside me on the couch, her legs curled underneath a blanket, her head resting on my thigh. The glow of the laptop cast long shadows across her peaceful face. God, she deserved peace. Deserved a life untouched by this war. But she’d chosen to fight anyway. With me. For me. I couldn’t let that be for nothing. I scrolled through the documents we’d compiled—encrypted logs, money transfers, real estate deals, fake nonprofit filings, covert port activity. All of it pointed back to one name: Langston Enterprises. All of it pointed back to my father. Everything we needed to dismantle his empire was right here. The question was—who could we trust with it? Lucas had reached
Emma The morning after the bloodshed, the safe house felt eerily quiet—like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I stood by the window, watching the pale gray mist roll over the hills. The trees swayed in a rhythm that felt too calm, too detached from what had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. Inside me, a different storm brewed. One that didn’t care for peace or clarity. Ray was still asleep. His breathing steady beside me in the bed we had barely touched since arriving. We’d held each other in silence last night, the kind of silence that didn’t beg for words but craved understanding. But even in his arms, I hadn’t truly rested. My mind hadn’t stopped since I’d pulled the trigger. I’d never killed before. I wasn’t even sure I believed in the right to. But when that man raised his weapon toward Lucas, something primal in me had taken over. I hadn’t hesitated. I hadn’t flinched. I’d acted. And I didn’t regret it. That’s what scared me the most. I steppe