The war had begun.Elena sat in her office at Graves Enterprises, staring at the encrypted message on her phone."Watch your back. The next hit is yours."Her fingers tightened around the device, the weight of the threat settling in her chest like a slow-burning fire. She didn't need to guess who it was from. Victor DeLuca was making his move, and he was making sure she knew it.She exhaled slowly, her mind racing. The attack was coming. The only question was—when?A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Killian strode in, his towering presence instantly filling the room. He looked like he hadn’t slept, his dark suit slightly undone, his usual control slipping beneath the surface."You’re thinking too much," he said, closing the door behind him."And you’re underestimating the situation," Elena shot back, lifting her phone. "DeLuca just made it clear—I’m next."Killian’s jaw tightened as he took the phone from her hand, scanning the mes
The tempest outside was a reflection of the chaos in Elena's mind. The lights in the penthouse cast shadows as she paced back and forth, arms crossed fiercely over her chest. The city lay before her, glittering with power and deception—much like Killian Graves. For years, she had clung to one absolute truth: Killian was the man who destroyed her family. It was the foundation of her revenge, the reason she had crawled her way back up from hell.But Dante's surprise return had shattered that perception.Killian was never blameless… but had she misjudged thinking he was the mastermind? Her hand trembled as she felt for the glass of whiskey on the table. She didn't drink much, but tonight she needed something to still her mind. The burn of the alcohol did not desensitize the rage bubbling beneath her flesh.Far away, she heard the unmistakable sound of the penthouse door sliding open.Killian had returned. Elena turned around as Killian walked in. He still had on his black, tailored sui
The silence was stifling.Elena stood in the dark office, her fingers tightening around the paper she had just extracted from Killian's locked drawer. The paper in her hand was heavier than any weight she had ever borne. Her heart thudded fiercely against her ribcage, and her breathing came in tiny, jagged gasps.She read the words once more, incredulity blending with the agony of seeing what was before her.Killian Graves. The man she adored. The man she loathed. The man who had destroyed her family.Her sight wavered in fury at anger that was spreading through her veins like fire. She was an idiot—playing his game, allowing him to touch her, dominate her. She had let him reach through her armor, and what did it signify? For him to betray her again?A sharp, contemptuous laugh spilled out of her."Elena," Killian's voice caught behind her. Low, deep, but filled with velvet warning.She spun around, holding the contract in her fist. His mask was impassive, but the dark flash in his ey
Elena's heels tapped angrily on the marble floor as she burst out of the Romano mansion, her heart racing with a combination of confusion and anger.Dante's words kept echoing in her head."Killian isn't the man you believe him to be. He's dangerous, Elena. He will shatter you."But wasn't Dante dangerous as well?She clenched her fists, inhaling deeply, trying to sort through the chaos in her head. The past few weeks had turned her world upside down, and now she was left questioning everything. The lines between enemy and ally, love and hate—they were all blurred.She had barely reached her car when she felt his presence behind her.Killian."You’re making a mistake," his deep voice rumbled behind her.Elena whirled fast, sparks of temper jumping into her eyes. "And stalking me again now?"His rough regard held her steady, his tone forceful and stern. "Don't trust Dante. You shouldn't either."Laughing, folding arms at her chest. "You should take my place and trust you?"In an abrupt
Killian's penthouse walls were still when Elena entered, heels tapping softly on the marble floor. The sun's gold poured through the floor-high windows and dropped dark shadows that mirrored the heaviness in her own chest. She couldn't find the strength to struggle anymore. After all that had happened at the company today—the choreographed humiliation, the chill whisper in her ear, "I told you not to disobey me"—her heart was battered beyond repair. Killian stood near the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink with calm precision. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, forearms tense. He didn’t look at her as he spoke. “Take a seat, Elena.” Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not your pet to be summoned.” Then act like you're not a bad one," he snapped, turning to her at last. His eyes flashed with that all-too-familiar spark—possessiveness tangled with something much worse. She clutched her fists. "What do you want, Killian? You humiliate me in front of the board,
Rain. It rained around her as she walked away from Killian's building. The sky grew dark, in sorrow at what had been lost. Her cheeks stung from the biting wind, but she didn't mind. Anything to keep her thoughts from the storm in her chest.Her high heels clicked on the sidewalk as she navigated city streets, storm clouds above mirroring the storm within. Her head was reeling with one word: Dante.He was alive.Her brother—the one she'd mourned, the sole surviving member of her family—was alive. And Killian had accomplished it in secret.She was standing under the glow of a streetlamp, her body trembling as rain seeped through her shirt. How much more was Killian keeping from her? How much of her own life had been re-scripted for her?She reached into her bag with shaking hands, grabbed her phone, and dialed the only number that might be able to give her any information."Hello?" answered a deep, sleep-roughened voice after several rings."Dominic," she said."Elena? Where the hell ar
Outside the city, the world was still, but in the hotel room, Elena's heart pounded.Killian leaned in the doorway, his eyes begging, his jaw clenched as if he kept the world at its seams by sheer will. Rainwater dripped from his coat onto the hotel floor between them."Say something," he whispered. "Shout. Curse me. Anything but look at me like that."Elena stepped back, wedged against the wall as if room might allow her to breathe. "You stole him from me. You knew he existed all these years.""I never knew for sure. Only guesses. I sent men, Elena. I searched. But by the time I heard what had happened, he was not the same Dante anymore. He was already Victor DeLuca's.""You should have said something!" she screamed, voice cracking. "You made me believe I lost all of them!""And if you did tell me, what?" Killian stepped in, closing the door behind him. His voice was flat, destroyed. "Would you have walked right into DeLuca's hands? Right into your brother's twisted revenge plan?"Sh
The warehouse stood at the city's edge like a sore—weathered, quiet, dark. Elena stepped inside, the soles of her shoes ringing off the floor. Her breathing was labored, as if the air around her mourned what was to come.She saw him before he saw her.Dante Romano.Her brother.He sat at an iron table, spine straight, dark hair longer than she could ever recall. A man hardened by years and by rage. But those eyes—her mother's eyes—remained the same."Dante," she whispered.His head lifted slowly. They didn't move for a moment.Then he stood."Elena," he said, and her name on his lips hit her like a blow. "You're alive."She hadn't expected the feeling that welled up in her chest. She hadn't expected her knees to buckle at the sound of his voice, the way her heart keened like it had been waiting for this moment.She wanted to walk to him. But she didn't.Not after everything."You made me believe you were dead," he said. "You didn't search for me."She took a step forward, wincing away
The club's thudding beat receded into the distance as a muffled thrum as Elena stood frozen, caught in Killian's paralyzing glare. His chest rose and fell as he battled to fight his way through the crowd that lay between them. Her legs, treacherous and shaking, refused to move.She still felt Victor's toxic whisper in her ear, still felt the ring of his laughter as he melted into darkness.And here now was Killian before her—seething at her like she'd pulled out his heart."Elena," he growled, catching up with her, his hold on her arm a little too hard. His touch, so heavenly and possessive, was like a vice then."Let me go," she snarled low, shoving him away.His eyes darkened. "What the hell are you doing here? With him?"Strangers looked around them. Elena didn't care. Let them stare. Let them see the girl so stupid as to believe she could be between two monsters.She squared her shoulders. "I had no idea he was here. I didn't do it on purpose."Killian's face hardened, fists clenc
The penthouse was filled with air—almost tangible with the weight of a thousand unreleased thoughts. Elena sat curled up on the couch, knees drawn up to her chest, staring into the fire raging in the center of the flames. The warmth did not touch her, though. Not when her entire world was falling apart around her all over again.Killian's feet were a few away, fists full in the back pockets of his jeans, jaw set to a hard line. He gave her everything. Everything. All. Of. The. Rest. In the interest of simplicity, he gave nothing but lumps of questions more than he ever gave."You knew… you knew Victor was alive," she said to him, voice frayed and exhausted by deceit. "And you made me think otherwise."He edged forward. "I never gave you any reason to believe otherwise. You didn't ask me. And I didn't tell you because I didn't know whether it was real or not. Not in the past few years, at least."Her eyes flashed with anger. "You lied to me. Like always. You play games, Killian. You ke
Elena's white-knuckled grip on the doorknob, her eyes fixed on Victor DeLuca—the man everyone thought was dead all these years.His smile never wavered. Crooked. Cold. Chilling."You were to be dead," she said with a gasp and stepped back, the pounding of her heart thudding in her chest like a war drum.Victor exploded into unbidden. "You should know better than anyone—ghosts don't die."Elena slammed the door on his back, rage shaking in her voice. "What do you want?"He looked around his penthouse, whistling low. "Impressive. Graves certainly spoils his favorite pets well. Nice.""Answer the question."Victor finally looked at her, eyes flashing with something unreadable. "I'm here to bring the truth. The truth about your family. About Killian. About all of this."Her blood chilled."I watched them kill," she provoked. "I don't want a fairy tale from the murderer."Victor's expression turned cold. "You think that I murdered them? That is what you have always thought?"She stood with
The moment the second Elena entered Graves Enterprises, she felt the air change. Whispering ceased. Glaring persisted. Every single employee in the lobby glared at her as if they already knew whatever had transpired behind those penthouse doors last night. The knowledge set a burst of color racing up her neck, otherwise, she was chilled and composed.Killian had called her so many things. Emotionally. Physically. Professionally. And now—everyone could tell.She moved through the building as if it were hers. But the truth was, ownership came at a cost. And last night, she'd paid in a manner she never meant to—losing part of her heart that she'd promised to keep closed off.“Ms. Black,” James, Killian’s assistant, greeted her with an awkward smile. “Mr. Graves has a meeting scheduled in ten minutes. He asked if you’d attend.”"Did he?" Elena raised an eyebrow, taking the tablet from him. "Is Sophia Monroe invited?"James hesitated. "Yes… among others."Of course. Sophia. The woman who s
The silence between Killian and Elena was strangling. Thick. Thicker. It was not the kind that longed to be shattered—it was the kind that shrieked at everything that had not been said.Elena was curled all the way along Killian's penthouse chaise, knees tucked up to her chest, eyes distant in the distance as she gazed out floor-to-ceiling windows into twinkling city lights. The city outside was alive—horns, wailing sirens some distance off—but within the apartment, tension hung like a mist with words unspoken and crumbling deceptions.She still could sense the shape of his lips on hers from the past. Still sense tension that had simmered between them like gasoline with a spark-plug. All that was in the past, and all she had remaining was only facts that did not allow for romance.Killian moved behind her, ice and glass clinking against each other in his bourbon as he moved with calculated movement, step controlled, presence hypnotic without words."Tell me something," Elena finally w
Outside Graves Enterprises, evening air was heavy and low. Ink-black sky and blinking city lights burning far away, unaware of their storms in the streets, sightless to their chaos. Elena sat stiff in the back seat of Killian's black sports car, stiffened knuckles where she had been gripping. She could feel the tension undercurrent thrumming in the air between them, killing silence more deadly than any fight they had ever experienced.Killian sat beside her, his own face an unreadable mask of composure, but his tapping fingers on his leg in staccato—a telling indication of the hurricane seething beneath his smoothed facade. The executive who had overawed a room full of senior managers mere seconds before through icy mastery now looked as volatile as a volcano on the point of eruption."Are you going to say something?" Elena had finally spoken, her voice softer than she meant, but firm enough to shatter the silence.He didn't look at her. "Why did you lie to me?"His voice wasn't cruel
The room washeat stiflingly quiet, the only noise the measured tick of the old clock that sat atop the wall. Elena faced Killian in his opulent study over his penthouse, her ribcage pounding beneath breasts as she held the USB drive Dante'd given her a couple of hours previously.She had watched the recording twice. And both times, the pain within it increased."You deceived me," Elena whispered, the voice firm and trembling.Killian leaned against the back of his chair, the face emotionless. A pool of warm gold from the desk lamp splashed across the jagged peak of his jawline and chilling eyes. "I never deceived," he informed her, immovable as granite. "I kept things hidden. There is a difference."Elena clapped her fists to her hips, her face flushing. "You knew Victor was collaborating with Sophia all along. And you never told me.""I had to." He stood, his voice rising to hers. "If I'd spoken up, everything would have been altered. You would have gone straight to him. You would ha
The room was painfully quiet except for the distant hum of the city just beyond the towering glass windows. Elena stood with her back against the cold glass, breathing shallowly. Her pulse roaring in her ears. Killian's voice echoed, low and commanding:“You’re mine. There’s no walking away from me.”She didn’t move. Not because she was frozen in fear—but because something far more dangerous wrapped itself around her heart: confusion. Longing. A dark tether of obsession that she couldn’t seem to cut, no matter how hard she tried.“I’m not a possession,” Elena whispered. “You don’t own me.”Killian moved closer, black eyes smoldering into hers. "No, I don't own you," he said, moving another step. "But I'm the only one who gets to see all of you. Even the parts you try to hide.".She gritted her jaw and swallowed hard, trying to edge away, but he was quicker—one arm pinched between glass on either side of her head, holding her in place. He filled the space so intimately. Too close. Too
Elena standing alone in front of the huge marble bathtub, her hands sinking and emerging from the boiling water as silence wrapped itself around her like a shawl. The lamps were dimmed, their golden light shining upon her bare body, but even the warmth of the room was not enough to thaw the ice that was spreading inside her. No matter how many times she'd shut her eyes, she'd always be looking at Killian's face—that confused look when she had accused him of lying.She had pushed him again. Rode him too hard, maybe. But wasn't that what she had started?Her heart no longer listened to her plans.Her door groaned wider. She did not need to turn and recognized it would be him. That receding in the air. That bulk that proceeded him into any room. He was not even going to try to talk then—all he did was simply stand there and stare at her."quiet," she said to him, finally turning over her shoulder. "aren't going to threaten tonight. lock the other door behind you?Killian moved nearer to