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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN (ELARA'S POV)
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The whiskey burned as it slid down his throat but it did nothing to distract him from the frustration in his chest.He was pacing like a possessed man, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.He was angry.Angry at himself. At Elara. At the entire situation. Angry at the world.For years, he had built himself into a man who controlled every outcome, who never let emotions dictate his decisions. He had learned the hard way that attachment was a weakness, a vulnerability that could be exploited. Weakness was something he couldn't afford, something that shouldn't exist in his life. And yet, she was under his skin.Elara.The woman who was supposed to be nothing more than a business strategy, a piece on his chessboard she was playing him just as much as he was playing her. She was supposed to be something he could use to get closer to his goal. Someone that can be discarded at any time.The way she had looked at him today—cold, indifferent, dismissive—made something inside him snap
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Killian clenched his jaw as he stared at the blurry photo on his phone as if he could burn a hole through it. The image was grainy, taken from a distance, but the content was clear enough. Elara had gone out with a stranger.A man she had never mentioned.A man who had his hand on her lower back in a way that was too intimate and too comfortable for Killian’s liking.His grip tightened around the glass in his other hand, he swirled the drink then downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol did nothing to cool the rage simmering beneath his skin. Who the fuck was he?His first thought was that Elara had betrayed him—that she was plotting with someone else behind his back. That was a dangerous possibility, but not the one that unsettled him the most.No, what really set his blood on fire was the thought that she might be fucking this man.That the coldness she had been directing at him all week wasn’t because she was keeping secrets but because she had moved on from him.He let out a s
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The silence stretched between them endlessly. The tension in the air was thick and suffocating. She felt the electricity dancing across her skin at the tension.Killian hadn’t spoken a word in exactly forty-five seconds since she had uttered the lie."He's my boyfriend."Elara sipped her wine slowly, letting the rich taste of aged wine coat her tongue as she savoured the moment she was having as she watched him.Every muscle in his body was locked tight, his hand curled into a fist on the table, his jaw clenched so hard she thought he might break his teeth.Good.This was exactly what she wanted.A distraction.Something to throw him off balance while she worked on the real plan.Killian had underestimated her for far too long. He thought he was the one pulling the strings, the one controlling the game.He had no idea that she had already rewritten the rules.He was so easy to manipulate—so predictable in his arrogance and possessiveness.She could practically hear his thoughts. Who i
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The drive was silent.A thick, suffocating silence that felt more like a battleground than a moment of peace surrounded them.Elara liked this.She liked seeing him come undone.She knew what she was doing.And it was working.Every muscle in his body screamed restraint, but the tension was thrumming too loud, too violent for him to hold it for long.She turned her head slightly, taking in the sight of him. Sharp. Beautiful. Unraveling. He looked totally and utterly delicious.When they pulled up in front of his mansion, Killian slammed the brakes too hard, making the tires screech against the pavement.She almost laughed.So easy to rile up.He got out without a word, and before she could even reach for the door handle, he was there, yanking it open.His presence filled the space, dark and commanding.Then, in a voice low and cold, he said, "Get. Out."She did not because he demanded it but because she wanted to see where this would go.*****The moment they stepped inside, the heavy
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(Elara's POV)The air was thick with tension, but Elara loved it.She could still taste the extent of his frustration, she could feel the weight of his gaze as he took slow steps away from her. He was trying to retain control, to compose himself after what had just happened between them.She could see how hard he was trying in the way his jaw ticked, the way he ran his hand through his hair and over his face, the way he sighed.But he wouldn’t be able to.Not tonight.She knew the war between them had only just begun, but for now she had won this round.A slow, satisfied smile grew on her lips as she ran a hand over her hair, fixing it from the deliciously messy moment they had just shared. Then, she turned to him, her voice cool, calm and collected.Everything that he wasn't."I’m staying the night."It was not a question.Not a request.A statement.She didn’t wait for his response as she brushed past him, deliberately letting her shoulder to graze his as she walked through the di
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The morning air was still and quiet, the kind of silence that should’ve felt peaceful—but it wasn't.Not with her still in his house Not after last night.Not after that fucking nightgown.He had barely slept.His mind had been plagued with the image of her, silk clinging to her curves, her voice cool and composed as she dismissed him like he meant nothing.Killian Hayes wasn’t used to being dismissed.He wasn’t used to losing.And yet, every time she looked at him, it felt like she was already three steps ahead.Always calculated, making measured and well thought out moves. He didn't like it.He was pouring himself a cup of coffee when he heard her heels.Click. Click. Click.That sharp, steady rhythm that meant that trouble wasn't far She walked into the kitchen wearing a shot, cream colored sundress that hugged her waist and bust and then flowed beautifully from her hips. Her hair was loosely curled, her lips were simply glossed over with a pink lipgloss that made him want to wa
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Sunlight streamed through the car window, glinting off her sunglasses as Levi—Preston, actually—drove down the somewhat empty highway with one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting on the gear shift.There was something about me who drove manual cars that she always found hot.Elara reclined her seat slightly on the passenger side, her legs crossed, sundress fluttering gently with the wind blowing in through the wound down window. For a fake date, it was turning out to be more relaxing than she anticipated.“So,” he said with a lopsided grin, eyes still on the road, “how long do I get to keep being your boyfriend?”She smirked, turning her head to look at him. “Until I no longer need to weaponize your good looks.”He chuckled. “Harsh. But fair.”Elara had never spent time with Preston outside of strictly professional settings. Since she hired him as her PI, their interactions had been all about business—clinical reports, tracked movements, discreet photos, and encrypted mes
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They were soon parked outside the mansion and stepping out of the car and into the mansion. Elara’s heels clicked against the marble floor of Killian’s grand foyer. The sound echoed through the large space, loud and unapologetic. She wanted him to know that she was back.She didn’t look back as the door opened behind her and Preston stepped in, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other holding her purse like a perfect gentleman.The air inside the estate felt… colder. Thicker. Charged.Killian was watching.She could feel it.She didn’t need to look up the grand staircase to confirm it—she could feel his presence like heat radiating from a fire from behind her. Still, she made no move to acknowledge him. This performance was for him. Directly. She turned to Preston with a smile that could disarm even the largest Mafia. “Thank you for today,” she said, her voice soft and sweet but loud enough to reach Killain by the stairs.Preston leaned in with a smile to match hers. “Any
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The conference room was quiet—too quiet. Everyone had left after the meeting, leaving nothing but the echo of heels, the hum of the AC and the bitter aftertaste of humiliation lingering in the air.Ivy sat at the head of the table, knuckles white around the armrests of her chair, her perfectly painted nails digging into the leather. Her heart was still racing, her breathing coming in fast as the scene from minutes ago replayed in her mind over and over.Elara.Killian.Walking into her company like they owned the place. Like they hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of her sanctuary. Like they weren’t deliberately trying to ruin her.That presentation had been flawless. The proposal—bold, innovative, and worst of all, exactly what her board had been begging for. Sustainability and fashion? Exclusive tech-backed partnerships? Combining Elara’s brand aesthetics with Hayes Corp logistics? It was a golden opportunity. Too golden.She should have seen it coming. But she’d been too busy
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Preston watched Ivy storm out of the Silversmith, her heels clicking against the polished floor like war drums fading into the distance.He chuckled, a low sound escaping from his chest as his hand reached forward, wrapping around the rim of his whiskey glass as he lifted it for the first time that evening. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, all expensive floral notes masking the rot underneath.The audacity.The manipulation.The desperation poorly hidden beneath tailored silk and veiled insults.He had met sharks before, predators with porcelain smiles and blood on their hands, but Ivy Beckett—she was something else. The kind of woman who couldn’t stand to lose and would rather scorch the earth than admit defeat.Still, it hadn’t been her arrogance that made him laugh.It was her assumption.That everyone had a price.That he’d abandon Elara for a better paycheck, a seat closer to the throne, or a night tangled in the sheets with her.Pathetic.Preston leaned back in the
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It had taken nine days, four ignored calls, and three dozen emails disguised in professionalism and charm for Ivy to finally get a response from him.Preston Grey.Preston Grey was a ghost.He didn’t operate through a firm or an office. No trail, no receptionist, no verifiable address. Just a burner email that replied in one lined sentence and cold confirmation. But she finally had him—an hour at The Silversmith, a low-lit whiskey bar tucked beneath the Avalon Hotel, where the city’s power players went to hide their dirt.And Ivy had plenty of dirt.She walked in thirty minutes early, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she slid into a booth at the far end. The bartender greeted her with a nod and a glass of her usual. She needed the heat of the bourbon to steady her nerves.Because Preston wasn’t just a PI.He was dangerous. Calculated. A man who’d been hovering too close to Elara for her liking. Too discreet to leave trails and too confident to be accidental.She needed
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As she walked further away from the table, ivy wasn't finished. Ivy’s voice was sweet when it came. That dangerous, sugar-laced tone Elara had come to associate with poison.“So,” Ivy said, “tell me, Elara… how does it feel warming the bed of two men? One in the daylight, and one in the shadows?”Elara froze.It was the briefest pause which she was certain that Ivy saw. She turned slowly, walking back to the table and taking her seat in front of her barely touched food. “Excuse me?”Ivy smiled, predatory and smug. “You heard me.”The terrace was too quiet. Somewhere below, a fountain flowed peacefully. Birds chirped like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a battlefield.Elara’s mind raced.Preston. How the hell did Ivy know about Preston?When she mentioned his name the first time, Elara had shifted the topic because she wasn't sure how Ivy knew but didn't want to discuss it further.He was supposed to be invisible. Silent. Her leverage in the background. Killain didn’t even know
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The table was set to perfection.A private terrace at one of the city’s most exclusive garden restaurants called Golden leaf. Pristine white linens lay on the table, polished cutlery, and floral arrangements hand-picked that morning. It was the sort of setting made for reconciliation—or assassination.Ivy leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, a beautiful flute of champagne in her hand. She wore a cream Chanel blazer, pearl earrings that shimmered under the afternoon sun, and the kind of smile that had ruined lives.She didn’t expect Elara to show.She certainly didn’t expect her to be early.But there she was.Striding toward the table with the calm arrogance of a queen, clad in a black silk blouse, wide-legged trousers that made her look seven feet tall, and a smirk that made Ivy’s grip tighten on her glass.“Elara,” Ivy said, standing to greet her.“Ivy,” Elara replied smoothly, leaning in to brush her cheek with a kiss that never touched skin.They both sat.The silence between t
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The city never slept, and neither did Ivy.Not tonight.Not since the gala.Not since that night.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, perched on top of one of the most luxurious buildings in the city, watching the skyline pulse with artificial light. But beneath the glitter of a thousand high-rises, all she saw were shadows.Her reflection stared back at her in the glass—perfectly done hair, blood-red lips, eyes sharp and tired. The woman staring back looked composed.But on the inside she was unraveling.Behind her, Aiden stirred on the couch, half-asleep, his arm draped over his eyes. His presence usually steadied her. He was the calm to her calculated storm, her partner in both business, intimacy and crime. But not tonight.Tonight, her thoughts moved too fast for comfort.She crossed her arms, rubbing at her bare skin as if that could shake the lingering feeling from her bones. The one she had carried since the masked figure tried to grab her from behind th
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT (KILLAIN'S POV)
It had been four hours since she whispered “You’re delusional” and disappeared into her room like she hadn’t just cracked open the cage he’d kept around his darkest urges.He hadn’t moved from the study since he went in and shut the door behind him.The drink in his glass had gone untouched, the bright amber liquid catching the dim light of the chandelier above. His jaw was tight. His heart a low, steady throb beneath the skin.Delusional?No.Strategic.Because if Elara thought for one damn second that he’d sit back while she twirled around town with a man like Preston Grey—wealthy, charming, powerful—then maybe she was the delusional one.She didn’t realize what she’d started. This wasn’t a petty game of jealousy anymore.It was war.Killian sat back in the leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as Ethan’s files played again on the projector screen behind him.Preston was good.Too good.The kind of man that could take Elara from him in plain sight—with a well-timed smile,
