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His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed red.
“Who the hell are you?” he slurred in French.
I didn’t answer. Just kept my grip firm so he couldn’t keep hammering the door.
“Let go of me, you fuck!” he roared, spraying me with breath that stank of whisky and something more chemical.
The lift dinged behind me. Fast, quiet footsteps approached.
“Boss,” one of the men said.
“Take him. Keep him contained. No phone calls.”
“Understood.”Pierre might’ve dabbled in fencing, but that wasn’t goin to help him against four men built for real combat, not gym selfies.
They hauled him into the lift, still kicking and flailing.
I looked up at the CCTV in the ceiling. Red lights blinked back at me, unblinking.
Then I knocked.
“Lea. It’s me. Sebastian.”The door flung open and Lea threw herself into my arm Seb Thank God you’re here! Is he-?” She was trembling.
“He’s gone.” I stepped into the room behind her.
“Tell me what happened.”Lea sat down on the ottoman. The carpet around it was littered with crumpled tissues. Her face was blotchy, eyes raw from crying. She stared at the floor.
“I… I called him after you left.”
“When I specifically told you not to.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She still wouldn’t look at me.
“I just thought… if I told him what you told me… that if he really loved me, he’d quit the drinking, the drugs. And if he couldn’t, I’d leave. I didn’t know he was already in Paris. I thought…” She put her face in her hands.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I swear.”
“You told him you were staying here??
“I didn’t. But it didn’t take him long to find out. The hotel owner’s a family friend of his dad’s.” She gave a bitter smile.
“That probably explains why no one came when I called security. I should be grateful they didn’t just hand him a key.”
“Pack your things.”
“What?”
“You can’t stay here.”She stood up slowly, hesitantly.
“But… what about Pierre? Where is he?”
“Contained. For now. But I can’t keep him there long. The hotel knows I took him.” I’d be hearing from the Marchand family any minute.
She disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, her face was washed, and she’d changed into fresh clothes.
“Where are we going?”I ran through the options.
The Marchands had deeper roots in Paris than I ever would. Their family had been embedded here for centuries.
“What’s your decision?” I looked at her.
“Still holding out hope for a reunion?”If so, she wasn’t worth the risk. I couldn’t afford someone with that kind of vulnerability.
Lea gave me a watery smile. I might’ve been blind and in love, Seb. But I’m not that blind. I’ve made my decision. I’m leaving him.”For good?”For good.”
“Then you’re coming to Skyline. He won’t be able to tough you there.”She nodded.
“What about work?”I gave her a look.
“You really think I don’t know what goes on at Titanova? You don’t need an office to do your job.”She laughed softly.
“Fair.”I grabbed her suitcase and we checked out.
“Hope you had a pleasant stay. Where are you off to next” the receptionist asked with a blinding smile.
I stared at her until the smile faltered, then vanished. A pink flush spread over her cheeks.
“I just meant, so I could arrange a taxi.”
“That won’t be necessary.” I walked out with Lea.
“She probably has orders to follow us,” Lea said under her breath.
“I know.”Which was why I took the long way round, zigzagging through different arrondissements until I was sure no one was tailing us.
We arrived at Rue de l”Abb? Gr?goire just after ten.
I led her up to the seventh floor and unlocked the door. bought the building under another name. Pierre won’t find you here.”
“I should thank you, but I know you hate that,” she said, taking in the flat.
“So-hug?” She opened her arms.
I didn’t move.
“Get some rest. Order room service if you want.”
“You haven’t eaten either. Stay. Share a meal?”
“I can’t. In the morning, I’ll introduce you to my wife.”
“Your wife?” She blinked.
“Rusty mentioned it. I thought he was joking.”
“He wasn’t.”
“It’s just… hard to imagine you married. Of all the guys in the gang, you were the least likely.”I wished Elean could’ve heard that. Maybe then she’d understand why I insisted on the wedding. Without a very public, very official ceremony, no one believed me when I said I had a wife.
“Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.” I closed the door behind me and took the stairs up to the next floor.
Elean was awake.
“How was the dress fitting?” I asked.
“Who is she?” she asked at the same time.
“Her name’s Lea Marchand-Lea Lopez, once she’s divorced. Her husband’s a drunk, violent arsehole. He turned up at her hotel and wouldn’t leave her alone. I had to get her out. She’s coming back to Skyline with me. He can’t touch her there. His family’s powerful and old-school. The divorce makes them look bad, so they’ll try everything to make her back down…”Sebastian’s voice was calm, unemotional. Like he was reading out a weather report.
I caught some of the words, but most of it blurred into a low, distant hum.
I was preoccupied with the feeling settling heavily in my chest.
What I felt was panic.
But not the usual kind.
I was terrified by how calm I was. And how… relieved.
I liked Sebastian. That much was still true.
But for the first time, I was certain-I didn’t love him.
Or maybe I just didn’t deserve to.
He was too good to be true.
If your boyfriend came home late, reeking of perfume and wine, after dinner with another woman, wouldn’t you be at least a little angry?
You would. If you cared.
So why wasn’t I?
When Rowan Hale had tried to stir up gossip about her and Sebastian, I hadn’t felt jealous then either.
I’d told myself it was because he’d shut it down quickly and made it clear he wasn’t interested.
I believed him. He wasn’t the cheating type.
But this? This was different.
This woman, a head-turner in a red dress, wasn’t just some singer looking to boost her profile. She was someone from his past. Someone with history. Someone he hadn’t exactly rushed to tell me about.
He’d had dinner with her, come home late. Now he was cancelling our dress fitting to fly her back to Skyline.
This was the same man who’d accused me of not taking our wedding seriously.
If that’s not a red flag, what is?
I should’ve been livid. Jealous. Throwing things. Screaming Instead, Helt… nothing.
When I asked who she was, it was out of politeness. Mild curiosity, at best.
No jealousy. No rage.
Just the quiet, familiar sense of something slipping away Of course. The dream was ending.
I’d been floating lately-Fabrizio’s invitation, Sebastian’s proposal-it all felt too good to be true. Like winning the lottery, then finding buried treasure, then getting a call from a long-lost billionaire relative with a mysterious will.
And now, finally, the fantasy was cracking.
Work was the only thing that felt real. I could hold the necklace in my hand, I could measure its weight. But the rest? It never quite settled.
“She’s just a friend,” Sebastian said, meeting my eyes.