James perched on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, as he raked a hand through his hair. Cole’s voice resonated in his thoughts, unwilling to be dismissed."You’re simply too afraid to acknowledge it."James muttered in disbelief. Afraid? He had encountered death, treachery, and the death of his brother—what was left to fear? And still, whenever he considered Rose, a feeling within him contorted. It felt strange, disconcerting.He had to clear his thoughts.Just as he was getting up, someone knocked on his door. He let out a quick breath before saying, “Come in.”The door groaned as it opened, and to his astonishment, Rose walked in. She paused at the entrance, her fingers clutching the material of her gown. Her face was inscrutable, yet James observed how her eyes shimmered with doubt.“What is that?” James inquired, maintaining a neutral tone.Rose moved ahead one step, then another, before ultimately finding the courage to talk. “I overheard you and Cole conversing,” she con
James remained still on the edge of his bed, gazing at the ground. Cole's voice reverberated in his thoughts, with every word penetrating further into the aspect of himself he had desperately attempted to hide. You will regret not accepting it. He chuckled quietly, ruffling his hair with his hand. Remorse? No. James didn’t permit himself to experience regret. He had conditioned himself to be detached, to conceal his feelings under layers of obligation and revenge. Yet somehow, Rose started to break through that armor, causing him to experience emotions he wasn’t prepared to confront. A rap on the door brought him back to reality. He already recognized who it was before he had a chance to glance up. “Enter, Cole,” James stated bluntly. The door groaned as it opened, and Cole entered with his arms folded. He examined James for a moment prior to speaking. "Are you really going to continue acting like you don’t care about her?" James breathed out forcefully, his jaw tightening. “I do
The air in the holding room was thick with tension. Dust floated through the narrow stream of daylight filtering in from a small window high above, illuminating the face of the captive. He sat there, hands still bound, his lips curved in an infuriating smirk as he watched Rose.She, on the other hand, was unraveling.Her sister. Chain. The lies. The truth she didn’t know yet but desperately needed. It all swirled together, a storm of emotions she couldn't control. She shouldn't have forgotten, shouldn't have allowed herself to be so distracted by James and everything he made her feel. But now, it was time to fix it.She stepped forward, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Tell me everything you know about Chain."The captive exhaled slowly, tilting his head. "We’ve been over this, sweetheart. I don’t talk for free."Her jaw tightened. "This isn’t a game.""Of course, it is." His smirk deepened. "And right now, you're playing blind."Rose’s fingers twitched. She wanted to hit him. Wa
The dim light in the holding room cast long shadows on the cracked walls. The air was thick with tension, a silent battle of wills stretching between Rose and the captive. She had been trying to get information out of him—about Chain, about her sister, about the mysterious web she was trapped in—but she hadn't expected to be overheard. A sharp voice cut through the silence. “What truth?” Rose’s heart nearly stopped. She spun around to see James standing in the doorway, his sharp gaze fixed on her like a predator waiting for its prey to make a mistake. He had heard her. For a fraction of a second, panic seized her. If James found out what she was really after—if he even suspected that she was planning to betray him—everything would fall apart. Think, Rose. Think. She forced herself to meet his gaze, trying to keep her voice steady. “The truth about the phone calls,” she said quickly. “He knows something about them.” James’ expression darkened as he turned to the captive, his
Rose quickly pulled away from Cole as soon as James banged the door behind him. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands shook slightly. She turned to face Cole, her brows furrowed in frustration."What the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper, but the anger in her tone was unmistakable.Cole leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching her with an amused expression. "That was exactly what needed to happen."Rose narrowed her eyes. "Needed to happen? You deliberately made him misunderstand!""Of course I did," Cole said smoothly. "And I’d do it again."Her fists clenched at her sides. "Why? Why are you trying to provoke him like this?"Cole sighed and took a step closer. "Because James is losing himself, Rose. The man I know—my best friend—is becoming someone else. Someone cold. Someone ruthless. And I don’t like it. I need to wake him up before he crosses a line he can’t come back from."Rose stared at him, trying to make sens
James could not find any excuse to stop Rose from going out with Cole because Ma Penelope had already given her permission. He clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists at his sides as he watched Rose leave with Cole.Jealousy burned in his chest, but he swallowed it down, refusing to acknowledge the feeling. Instead, he turned on his heels and strode back to his room, slamming the door behind him.For hours, he drowned himself in work, his fingers typing aggressively on his laptop keyboard, but his mind refused to focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to Rose—where she was, what she was doing, and, most of all, why she had to be with Cole.A knock on his door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. He exhaled sharply, already knowing who it was."Come in," he said, rubbing his temples.Penelope stepped inside, her wise eyes studying him carefully. She had known James long enough to see through his walls. He might pretend to be indifferent, but she saw the turmoil beneath the
The morning sun filtered through the large windows of the estate, casting golden hues across the marble floor. Rose stretched lazily in bed, but the memories of last night rushed back, sending a shiver down her spine. James' touch, his kiss, his words—it all felt like a dream.But it wasn’t.She was stepping into his world. A world of danger, revenge, and secrets.A knock at the door startled her."Rose, get up," James’ deep voice commanded from the other side.She sat up instantly, her heart thudding. He wasn’t asking—he was ordering.Throwing on a pair of leggings and a fitted T-shirt, she ran her fingers through her hair before opening the door.James stood there, dressed in a black tactical outfit that hugged his body, his expression unreadable. He looked dangerous, like a man ready for war."Follow me," he said, his voice clipped.Rose hesitated only for a second before stepping out.As she walked beside him through the long corridors, she stole glances at his face. He was back t
Cole narrowed his eyes at James, his jaw tightening as he processed the unexpected question.“Why are you asking me that?” he asked, crossing his arms.James leaned against the dresser, his expression unreadable. “Just answer me,” he said coolly.Cole scoffed, shaking his head. “No, James. You don’t get to question me like that when you’ve been acting like she’s nothing to you this whole time.” He stepped closer. “But fine. Let’s say I do love Rose. What are you going to do about it?” His lips curved into a smirk. “After all, you said she was just a maid. You can’t have it both ways.”James’ eyes darkened. In a flash, he grabbed Cole by the collar of his shirt, pulling him dangerously close.“Watch your mouth,” James growled, his grip tightening. His voice was low, but his anger was clear.Cole didn’t flinch. “Or what?” he challenged.James’ nostrils flared as he met his brother’s unwavering gaze. Then, without hesitation, he spoke the words that even surprised himself.“Rose is my wo
Rose lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Sleep had refused to come, her mind trapped in an endless loop of the call she had received. Chain had them. Ariel and Jennie. The fear in their voices, their muffled cries, it all echoed in her ears, tormenting her.She turned to the side, eyes landing on the empty space beside her. James had gone to bed late after celebrating their victory, laughing, teasing her about her role at the party. He had no idea what storm was brewing inside her.Her fingers tightened around the sheets as her mind wrestled with the impossible choice laid before her. How could she hand over the man she loved? The man who had fought beside her, who had become her safe place? But how could she also let her best friend and sister die because of her?The weight of the decision pressed on her chest like a boulder, making it hard to breathe.She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to think, to find a way out. But there was none.By morning, her exhaustion showe
The drive home was quiet, but it was the kind of silence that carried weight. The kind that hummed with unspoken words, lingering adrenaline, and the undeniable awareness of what they had just accomplished.As soon as they stepped into the mansion, the tension broke. Cole stretched his arms wide, letting out a victorious laugh.“Well, damn! I have to admit, we pulled that off better than I expected.”James smirked, tossing his jacket onto the couch. “One stone, two birds. Not bad.”Rose sank onto the plush sofa, exhaling deeply. “You make it sound so easy, but I was the one doing the dirty work.”Cole grinned, flopping down beside her. “I don’t know, Rose. You played the baddie role a little too perfectly.”James arched an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Yeah. That act with Rafael? You had him eating from your palm.”Rose rolled her eyes, sitting up straighter. “Are you forgetting where we met? Seduction was my job.”James chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair point.
The next evening, Rose stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding as she adjusted the sleek black gown that hugged her figure like a second skin. It was dangerously low-cut, with a thigh-high slit that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, and the deep red lipstick James had chosen for her made her lips look almost sinful.James stepped behind her, his reflection appearing in the mirror. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a mask already resting in his hand. His gaze traveled over her, dark and unreadable."You look…" He paused, then exhaled slowly. "Deadly."Rose swallowed, gripping the vanity table. "Are you sure about this?"He turned her around to face him, lifting her chin. "You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to."She searched his eyes. "But if I don’t, we lose an important advantage."James clenched his jaw. "Yes.""Then I’m doing it."A flicker of something, pride, frustration, admiration, flashed in his eyes bef
The drive back to the mansion was quiet. The tension from the fight still lingered in the air, but the reality of what had just happened weighed heaviest on Rose. She sat in the backseat between James and Cole, her fingers intertwined tightly as she stared at them.James noticed the way her hands trembled. He reached over, covering her fingers with his own. "You okay?"She hesitated before answering. "I don’t know," she admitted. "I feel… different."Cole, who sat on her other side, exhaled. "That’s because you are different now, Rose," he said. "Taking a life changes you. Whether you like it or not."Rose turned to him, searching his face for some kind of reassurance. "How do you deal with it?"Cole smirked slightly but there was no humor in his eyes. "You don’t. You just learn to live with it."James squeezed her hand. "You saved my life, Rose. You saved us. That doesn’t make you a monster."She nodded slowly, but her mind was still spinning. The image of Kane falling to the ground,
The atmosphere inside James’s mansion was thick with urgency. Cole stood at the center, his sharp eyes scanning his men as they loaded weapons and prepared for war. The weight of his confession still hung in the air, but there was no time for regrets. James and Rose needed him.Penelope grabbed his arm again, her eyes pleading. "Cole, I need you to think this through. This isn’t just some street fight. Kane has been planning this for years."Cole sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I know. And that’s why I have to go."She shook her head. "You can’t just walk into a trap. There has to be a plan."A man in the room, Logan, one of James’s most trusted allies, spoke up. "She’s right, boss. We need to be smart about this."Cole exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. What do we know?"The man who had escaped the ambush stepped forward. "I overheard some of Kane’s men talking. They took them to an abandoned warehouse on the east side of town."Logan nodded. "That makes se
James groaned as he drifted back to consciousness. His head throbbed painfully, and for a moment, everything was a blur. His body felt heavy, his movements sluggish.As his vision cleared, he realized he was in an unfamiliar room. The walls were concrete, the air damp and cold. His wrists were bound to the chair he was sitting on, thick ropes digging into his skin.Damn it...He tried to move, but his muscles ached. How long had he been out?Then, the memories hit him. The shopping trip. The ambush. The fight.Rose.His head snapped up as he scanned the room. She wasn’t there. His heart pounded against his ribs. Where was she? Was she safe?The sound of footsteps echoed from outside. The heavy door creaked open, and a figure stepped in.The same man who had confronted him outside the store.James clenched his jaw as the man walked closer, a smirk plastered on his face."Finally awake, are we?" he taunted. "You put up a good fight, but even you have your limits."James ignored the pain
James sat on the balcony, still deep in conversation with Cole. They had spent the last half hour discussing their strategy for the upcoming housewarming event. Though it was meant to be a joyous occasion, they both knew it could turn into a battlefield at any moment.James exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. "I hate that we have to think this way. I should be looking forward to this party, not planning for a potential bloodbath."Cole leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "That’s the life we have, James. We don’t get to have normal celebrations. Not when we have enemies lurking in every shadow."James nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. A nagging feeling crept into his chest, and he found himself glancing toward the stairs."Rose didn’t look good when she went up," he murmured.Cole followed his gaze. "You should check on her."James didn’t need to be told twice. He placed his glass on the table and rose to his feet. "I’ll be back."Upstairs, Rose lay unconsciou
The celebration in James’ mansion continued late into the night. The clinking of glasses, soft laughter, and warm conversations filled the air. Rose and Penelope sat together, admiring the diamond ring on Rose’s finger.“It’s beautiful,” Penelope murmured, turning Rose’s hand under the dim glow of the chandelier. “James really went all out.”Rose smiled, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.Penelope caught it immediately. “What’s wrong?”Rose exhaled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Nothing… it’s just… James surprises me more and more every day. I thought I knew everything about him, but I keep realizing there’s so much I don’t.”Penelope smirked. “Welcome to James’ world. He’s full of secrets, but when he loves, he loves deeply. And he loves you, Rose.”Rose’s heart squeezed at those words. Did James really love her? Could he? With everything going on, did he even have space for love?Meanwhile, James and Cole sat across the room, discussing their next m
The grand estate of Mr. David stood under the dimming evening sky, a fortress of wealth and power. Inside, the tension was palpable. Mr. David sat on his luxurious leather couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. His sharp eyes followed his son, Bruno, as he sparred with one of the trainers in the courtyard. Beside him, his wife, Greta, watched with pride, clapping excitedly every time Bruno landed a decent hit.“That's my son! You’re doing great, Bruno,” she cheered, smiling at him.Bruno tried to stay focused, but his father’s expressionless face unsettled him. He threw a final punch, stepping back to catch his breath, before looking toward his father, searching for approval. But all he saw was disappointment.Mr. David exhaled sharply and shook his head. “I’m sick and tired of your son, Greta,” he muttered. “He’s been learning the same thing for weeks, yet there’s no improvement. I don’t have time for this nonsense.”Greta’s smile faltered, and Bruno’s grip on his glo