London nights had a way of looking expensive lights reflecting on wet roads, black cabs rushing by, and the kind of cold wind that made secrets feel sharper.

Selene dragged her suitcase into the luxury penthouse and barely had time to breathe before strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

“Baby… finally.”

Leonardo.

The real fiancé.

The man Damian didn’t even know existed.

He turned her around and kissed her like he owned her breath. She melted into it instantly.

“I missed you,” she whispered against his lips.

“I can tell,” he smirked, brushing a finger down her cheek. “You only act that soft when you’ve been pretending for too...