"By the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

The magistrate’s voice echoed off the cold, marble walls of the private chambers. It was a sterile, windowless room, utterly devoid of the warmth or joy typically associated with a wedding. There were no flowers, no mu

The morning sun sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, sharp shadows across the kitchen island. Harper stood at the marble counter, a chef’s knife moving with mechanical, rhythmic precision through a bundle of fresh asparagus.

*Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.*

She had

The drawer slid open with a soft, expensive glide, the brass track perfectly oiled.

Harper knelt on the Persian rug of Silas’s private study, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The silence in the penthouse was absolute, thick and suffocating. She placed the bent hairpin on t