For a brief moment, Marcus said nothing. Then he laughed. It was not a loud laugh, but it reflected a certain sharpness that made Brianna’s stomach tighten. “It seems,” he said slowly, “that you were not included in your family’s plans.” Brianna’s expression shifted instantly. “What do you mean

Brianna fell silent for a moment, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. Marcus watched her carefully before speaking again. “So,” he said, “you do know him.” Brianna hesitated, then exhaled slowly. “Yes,” she admitted. Marcus raised an eyebrow. “To what extent?” Brianna looked away brief

“I am not asking,” Ryan replied calmly. “I am advising.” Her expression hardened slightly. “And what about you?” she asked. “I will stay,” he said. “Why?” she demanded. “After everything that just happened, why would you stay in a place that has already been targeted?” Ryan’s expression grew mor

Ryan’s car came to a smooth stop right in front of the gate of Brianna’s house, the headlights briefly illuminating the tall metal bars before the engine settled into a quiet hum. The evening had already deepened into dusk, and the streetlights had begun casting shadows across the road. Ryan ste

Ryan remained standing where he was, his posture relaxed but his presence commanding, with both hands tucked casually into his pockets as his sharp gaze moved from the man to the woman beside him and then back again. “Lead the way,” Ryan said calmly, his voice even and calm, yet having an unmistaka