Madam Gabriella set her tea cup down on the coffee table and slowly crossed her legs. She swiped her phone open. There was still no news from the property office and something... intuition or something keot kept gnawing at her. Like something bad was about to happen, and she was starting to lose control.She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to pull herself together. Maybe it was just her being paranoid. Maybe it was because her contact had never taken this long, and that was why she was nervous. She took in a deep breath. Of course, he had to take his time. What she was asking wasn't a walk in the park, especially with how influential Coulter turned out to be. He might just be treading carefully and trying his best not to have it go right back to Coulter. She let out a small sigh of relief. That explanation was relieving. It was perfect. She slowly grabbed her tea cup again, just as Melissa came down the stairs."Good morning."Madam Gabriella raised a brow but mumbled an answer.

Melissa sat alone in the room, her eyes resting on her phone. She let out a small sigh and pulled the phone closer, then swiped it open. She scrolled to the pictures of Coulter. In the first one, he was leaning back behind a massive mahogany desk, the city skyline behind him. He was looking down, his fingers tapping gently on the something, a pen lodged between his fingers.She stared at it for a long while, her chest heaving hard. Yes, she regretted everything. She hated it so much. But if... if by chance, Coulter had shown her this part of himself, this beautiful, beautiful man wearing a suit and exuding elegance and power, she never would have had to look anywhere else.She let out a deep sigh and swiped, just as a call came in. The investigator. Her heart dropped, and she immediately picked it up, turning around to make sure Madam Gabriella was bot close enough to hear her."Hello?"There was a brief silence. "I will send you the address of a quiet cafe. I will be there in ten min

Amelia woke up slowly, a smile instantly lifting her face. She stretched, then slowly turned, expecting Coulter's space beside he in bed to be completely empty like it always was.To her surprise, he was lying in bed. She let out a small gasp of surprise, her hands dropping from above her head, her eyes widening as she took him in. He was lying right there, the sheets resting dangerously low on his waist.His hair was dishevelled from sleep, and he looked beautiful like that. He was looking up at her, his chin resting on his right fist, his eyes blinking slowly. "Good morning," he said, then broke into a smile. She laughed a little, then settled back in bed, her hand gently cupping his face."Good morning. Did you sleep well?"He nodded. "How about you?""Like a baby," she laughed. "Wait. I don't remember coming back. Please don't tell me I just dropped dead on you outside."Coulter laughed. "You slept off in the car, admittedly. I brought you up."Amelia smiled, settling closer. H

The private jet landed in Coulter's private airstrip at exactly six p.m. New York time. Amelia broke into a smile as she stretched, the sun setting across the windows where she sat.They had barely left the room after the video call with Amelia, and when they had, dush had already fallen.She could still feel the hum of the mansion around her as they went through it the night before, Coulter showing her the famous cellar, his art collection in here and the pretty vases that he had gotten commissioned the first year after he bought the mansion.Now they were back.Ian had called earlier to inform Coulter that everything had been put in place. The round beds that Coulter preferred, the beautiful art he had installed for Coulter, the sitting room. It was all as perfect as it could get.The limousine was already waiting in the air strip, and Coulter held on to Amelia's waist, guiding her towards the beast of a car. He opened the door for her, and she kissed her cheek, then leaned away and

"I am sorry about that," Coulter said, gently caressing down Amelia's face. "If you don't like it here, and I know you don't, you can always go back to the villa. I will visit often and...""Shut up and kiss me," Amelia said, leaning up to him.Coulter laughed, then obliged, gently cupping her face, his thumb caressing her neck, as he took her lips.They stood there for a long minute, Amelia tilting her head slightly so she could feel him deeper.She broke the kiss, then rested her face on his chest, her eyes closing. "You smell so good. And down there... yes, it's a hassle dealing with them, but I loved seeing it. And I will never leave you alone with those women. Yes, you will have Ian and the guards, but I will assume you will feel so much better with me."Coulter chuckled. "Don't assume. I am much better with you."She nuzzled into his neck again. "I love what you made of this place. This room feels like something I would have designed myself."Coulter kissed her forehead. "I am