~Liam’s POV~The day before…The city lights stretched far beyond the glass windows of my hotel room, neon reflections dancing on the smooth wooden floor. The hum of the air conditioning filled the silence as I leaned against the desk, staring at the half-empty whiskey bottle beside me. I had poured a glass earlier but barely touched it. My thoughts were too heavy, swirling with the weight of the conversation I had with Ruby.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply."Was it right to ask her? Or should I have just stayed quiet, waited for her to bring it up when she was ready?" I muttered under my breath.The words still echoed in my mind, along with her hesitant response and the way she looked at me but couldn’t quite meet my eyes."But at the same time... she wasn't going to address it anytime soon, was she? She definitely wasn't, and if I hadn't spoken up, we’d still be dancing around the tension. And things were already weird enough."I let out a humourless chuckle and sat
~Ruby’s POV~The evening had been going smoothly—almost too smoothly—until I saw him.Liam.Standing at the bar, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo that fit him just right, he looked completely at ease in the lavish setting. The golden glow of the chandeliers cast soft highlights on his sharp features, making it impossible to ignore him. But it was the way his piercing gaze found mine across the room that made my stomach twist.And then Roman saw him.“What the hell is he doing here?” Roman muttered under his breath, in a dangerously low voice. He clenched his fist on the table, the muscles in his forearm standing out sharply.Liam’s lips curled into the faintest smirk as he raised his glass in a silent, taunting toast.I felt Roman tense beside me, and the shift in his posture was immediate. The air around us thickened, the weight of his Alpha instincts pressing against me like a storm waiting to break.I placed a gentle but firm hand on his arm. "Roman," I murmured. I had no idea why
~Ruby’s POV~I had been alone for a while now.The music from the ball still drifted faintly through the air, but I had put enough distance between myself and the chaos that it felt like a distant hum. The cool night air filtered through the open balcony doors, the faint scent of roses and expensive cologne still lingering in the air.Only God knew where Roman had gone—or how he and Liam had settled their little misunderstanding.And to be honest?I don't actually mind.As long as Roman didn’t do anything out of the ordinary—which, knowing him, was asking for too much—I wasn’t about to get involved.All I needed was a break.A moment of peace.Away from their drama.Or, should I say…Their action movie.I stood near the edge of the dance floor, watching the swirl of gowns and crisp suits move in perfect harmony. It was supposed to be a night of luxury and indulgence, but deep down, my mind was elsewhere. The tension in my chest hadn’t eased since the confrontation with Liam earlier,
~Ruby's POV~I kept my eyes trained on the group ahead of us, watching as they disappeared into the elevator.A soft chime echoed as the doors slid shut, swallowing them whole.Roman and I stood near the edge of the ballroom, champagne glasses in hand—props, nothing more.This was it.Roman, ever composed, reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device.I barely glanced at it, keeping my gaze steady on the elevator, but I knew what it was.Roman turned slightly toward me, voice low. “Ready?”I inhaled, exhaled. Nodded.Without another word, we moved.Confidence was key.We approached the restricted area where two big men in black suits were standing guard. Their faces were hidden behind masks, making their expressions hard to read. Their eyes shifted toward us, carefully evaluating our presence.Roman didn’t skip a beat. He confidently held out the pass, his voice steady and calm—impossible to challenge."We’re expected."One of the guards took
"And the award for Best Fashion Designer goes to... Ruby Blackwood!"My heart stopped. I heard the applause, but it was distant, muted, as if I had momentarily detached from the present. Me? Ruby Blackwood, Best Designer of the Year? It felt surreal.I stared at the stage in disbelief. The host smiled brightly, waiting for me to claim the award. The room, full of clapping and cheering people, seemed to blur as I tried to process what was happening.Suddenly, a small hand tugged at mine, snapping me back to reality."Mummy!" Rhett’s excited voice pulled me back to the present as he grinned up at me, pointing toward the stage. "Aren’t you going? They’re waiting!"I blinked, my pulse quickening. "Oh my God," I whispered under my breath, shaking off the daze. How could I forget? I had won! I had won.With shaky hands, I stood up from my seat, smoothing down the fabric of my black gown as I tried to compose myself. I could feel the eyes of the entire room on me, but amidst the sea of fa
If you're wondering how it all led to this moment, where Roman is staring at the twins with wide eyes and confusion, it’s time to revisit the past. The story that began not with love, but with a fateful marriage of convenience, where neither Roman nor I could have foreseen what would come next.SEVEN YEARS AGO"Do you, Ruby Blackwood, take Alpha Roman Wilder D’Angelo as your loving husband...?" The priest's voice echoed in my ears.My heart skipped a beat as he read out the vows, each word drawing me deeper into a reality I had not chosen.How did I end up in this situation? Marrying someone I'm meeting for the first time today, a man I know only by reputation—powerful, ruthless, and feared by all.The truth stung even more because it should have been my cousin, Esperanxa, standing here today, not me.She was meant to be the one sacrificed as a bride to secure my uncle's alliance with the D’Angelo pack."Ruby?" The mention of my name snapped me back to the present. The faces around me
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. My throat felt tight, and my brain scrambled to make sense of the chaos spinning inside me. The dull pounding in my head grew louder, syncing with the frantic beat of my heart.How did this happen? The last thing I remembered clearly was his lips on mine, and then—my gaze drifted down to where the sheets barely covered Roman's body.Oh God. What had we done?"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Roman repeated sharply as he pushed himself up. His emerald eyes were no longer hazy with alcohol but hardened with confusion—and maybe regret."I—I don't know," I stammered, instinctively pulling the sheets up to cover myself. Heat flooded my cheeks as flashes of last night hit me like a freight train. The kiss, the roughness of his touch, the hardness of his member in me, the feverish way we collided into each other, desperately seeking something neither of us could define. And now this—the cold, harsh reality of daylight exposing everythin
The cab's tires crunched on the gravel as it pulled up outside the mansion. My mansion—or at least, it had been. Now it stood like a mausoleum of my father’s legacy, taken over by a man who had no right to the empire my father built.I fumbled with the money and paid the driver, my fingers still trembling from the shock of Roman’s rejection. My entire world had collapsed in the space of a few hours, and now I had nowhere to go but back to the house I once called home. As I handed the driver the cash, I caught my reflection in the window. I looked like a complete stranger with my pale, drawn face. My long black hair, which is usually neatly combed, was tangled, and my eyes were red and puffy from holding back tears."Thanks," I muttered as I climbed out, my legs still unsteady. The driver gave a curt nod, and as the cab pulled away, I stood frozen, staring at the mansion. The last time I was here, I had been forced into a marriage I didn’t want, but now... what was I? A castaway. U
~Ruby's POV~I kept my eyes trained on the group ahead of us, watching as they disappeared into the elevator.A soft chime echoed as the doors slid shut, swallowing them whole.Roman and I stood near the edge of the ballroom, champagne glasses in hand—props, nothing more.This was it.Roman, ever composed, reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device.I barely glanced at it, keeping my gaze steady on the elevator, but I knew what it was.Roman turned slightly toward me, voice low. “Ready?”I inhaled, exhaled. Nodded.Without another word, we moved.Confidence was key.We approached the restricted area where two big men in black suits were standing guard. Their faces were hidden behind masks, making their expressions hard to read. Their eyes shifted toward us, carefully evaluating our presence.Roman didn’t skip a beat. He confidently held out the pass, his voice steady and calm—impossible to challenge."We’re expected."One of the guards took
~Ruby’s POV~I had been alone for a while now.The music from the ball still drifted faintly through the air, but I had put enough distance between myself and the chaos that it felt like a distant hum. The cool night air filtered through the open balcony doors, the faint scent of roses and expensive cologne still lingering in the air.Only God knew where Roman had gone—or how he and Liam had settled their little misunderstanding.And to be honest?I don't actually mind.As long as Roman didn’t do anything out of the ordinary—which, knowing him, was asking for too much—I wasn’t about to get involved.All I needed was a break.A moment of peace.Away from their drama.Or, should I say…Their action movie.I stood near the edge of the dance floor, watching the swirl of gowns and crisp suits move in perfect harmony. It was supposed to be a night of luxury and indulgence, but deep down, my mind was elsewhere. The tension in my chest hadn’t eased since the confrontation with Liam earlier,
~Ruby’s POV~The evening had been going smoothly—almost too smoothly—until I saw him.Liam.Standing at the bar, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo that fit him just right, he looked completely at ease in the lavish setting. The golden glow of the chandeliers cast soft highlights on his sharp features, making it impossible to ignore him. But it was the way his piercing gaze found mine across the room that made my stomach twist.And then Roman saw him.“What the hell is he doing here?” Roman muttered under his breath, in a dangerously low voice. He clenched his fist on the table, the muscles in his forearm standing out sharply.Liam’s lips curled into the faintest smirk as he raised his glass in a silent, taunting toast.I felt Roman tense beside me, and the shift in his posture was immediate. The air around us thickened, the weight of his Alpha instincts pressing against me like a storm waiting to break.I placed a gentle but firm hand on his arm. "Roman," I murmured. I had no idea why
~Liam’s POV~The day before…The city lights stretched far beyond the glass windows of my hotel room, neon reflections dancing on the smooth wooden floor. The hum of the air conditioning filled the silence as I leaned against the desk, staring at the half-empty whiskey bottle beside me. I had poured a glass earlier but barely touched it. My thoughts were too heavy, swirling with the weight of the conversation I had with Ruby.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply."Was it right to ask her? Or should I have just stayed quiet, waited for her to bring it up when she was ready?" I muttered under my breath.The words still echoed in my mind, along with her hesitant response and the way she looked at me but couldn’t quite meet my eyes."But at the same time... she wasn't going to address it anytime soon, was she? She definitely wasn't, and if I hadn't spoken up, we’d still be dancing around the tension. And things were already weird enough."I let out a humourless chuckle and sat
~Ruby’s POV~The car was running quietly near the entrance, and the sound of the engine was the only thing breaking the tense silence between Roman and me. I sat with my hands clasped in my lap, my fingers pressing into the fabric of my dress. I took a slow breath, trying to calm the nervous energy that was building up inside me.Roman, in the driver's seat, had his phone in one hand and was typing swiftly. I glanced at him, my stomach twisting."We're here." Roman’s message to Kai was sent with a quiet whoosh.A moment later, his phone buzzed."Alright, just go to the entrance and give them the card to scan… I'll take care of the rest."Roman’s fingers hovered over the screen for a second before he replied, "Alright, on it."I swallowed hard, looking up at the venue's grand entrance. The tall, wrought-iron gates loomed before us, flanked by uniformed security guards who looked anything but welcoming. The golden glow from the entrance lights made the entire setting feel even more da
~Ruby’s POV~The scent of expensive perfume and face powder filled the room as Helen leaned in, her fingers steady as she applied the finishing touches to my makeup. The cool brush of powder against my cheek was strangely soothing, though it did little to calm my nerves."Hold still, Ruby," Helen muttered, dabbing at my cheekbone."I'm trying," I sighed, resisting the urge to shift. "But it's hard to focus with those two bouncing around like hyperactive rabbits."Across the room, the twins were a blur of movement—twirling, hopping, and nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. Little Ruby's laughter rang through the air as Rhett spun her in a dramatic circle."Be careful, you two. Don't break anything," Helen warned, arching an eyebrow at them."We won't!" Rhett called back confidently.Helen smirked. "The room can be easily replaced. But I’m not so sure about your bones—or any other part of your body."That made them stop. Mid-spin, Rhett froze, setting Little Ruby back on her feet
~Ruby's POV~I was standing at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly chopping vegetables for dinner, the knife slicing through the soft flesh of a ripe tomato with a satisfying squish. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. I had managed to avoid him for most of the evening, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. And sure enough, just as I thought I might finally have a peaceful night, he appeared in the doorway.Liam.He stood there for a moment, his frame blocking the light from the hallway. I didn’t look up, trying to keep my focus on the tomatoes, as if I could lose myself in the task at hand. But I could sense him in the room, as if his presence was a heavy weight pressing down on me.“You’re avoiding me,” he accused flatly.I paused, the knife still held in the air. My heart raced, but I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing my reaction right away. So, I finished cutting the tomato before I spoke.“I’m not avoiding you,” I replied, try
~Ruby’s POV~The clear evening air hit my skin as we stepped out of the boutique, the faint scent of expensive perfume still clinging to my clothes. The boutique attendant, poor thing, was still blushing furiously, her eyes darting anywhere but in our direction. I couldn’t blame her—walking in on me half-dressed with Roman standing next to me had clearly been too much for her.Roman, of course, was still revelling in it. His smug expression was practically carved into his face, his lips twitching as he threw one last flirtatious jab my way.“You know, if you needed help getting dressed, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask,” he mused, his voice dripping with amusement.I knew that apology instead of his usual smugness was too true to be true. I exhaled sharply, gripping the handles of my shopping bags a little tighter. “Say one more word, and I swear I’ll introduce my heels to your skull.”His chuckle was infuriatingly smooth, completely unbothered by my threat. “Now, now, no need
Ruby’s POVThis was all his fault.If Roman hadn’t insisted on this whole ridiculous “taking turns” thing, I wouldn’t have been in this situation.One second, I was reaching for the zipper at the back of the dress, and the next, my foot twisted awkwardly in these damn heels. My ankle gave out, and suddenly, gravity was having its way with me.“Shit!” I gasped as I stumbled forward. My arms flailed, grasping at nothing but air.And then—I didn’t hit the floor.Instead, I collided with something solid. Warm. Unyielding.Roman.His arms were locked around my waist, his grip strong and steady as if catching me had been second nature. My fingers had instinctively curled into the fabric of his shirt, and for a moment, all I could do was breathe, trying to process what had just happened.His scent—masculine, fresh, with that faint hint of cedarwood and something uniquely him—wrapped around me, making my already racing heartbeat go into overdrive.I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of jus