Jessy’s pov :
The drive back from the warehouse was a blur of swirling snow and racing thoughts, my car's headlights cutting through the January darkness like knives. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, knuckles whitening as doubts crept in like shadows. Darius Kingsley, Elias's exiled cousin?
His plan sounded too clean, too easy: lure Naomi out, kidnap her, hold her until Elias came charging in, then... what? They swore no harm to her, just "relocation" after I married Elias. But gods, the way Darius laughed, dark, edged with something vicious, and Harlan's haunted eyes, full of old grudges. They seemed dangerous, like rogues who'd cross lines I wasn't ready to. Yes, I wanted Naomi gone, far away from Elias, disgraced and forgotten, so I could step in as th
