Nathan Laurent

The French underworld runs quietly because he allows it to. Deals are sealed with a nod. Enemies disappear without spectacle. Emotion is a liability he cut out of himself a long time ago. Until Alyssa. She was a name on a list, the daughter of man who was needed to expend his business, a move calculated to hurt where it would never heal. The wedding was quiet, strategic—papers signed, rings exchanged like weapons. At first, Nathan treated her like everything else he owned—protected because she was his, distant because attachment was weakness. She lived surrounded by luxury, not affection. Guards outside her door. Silence inside it. Whispers in Paris. Moves made in the dark. Enemies realizing she wasn’t just a wife—she was leverage. And that was the moment Nathan Laurent changed the rules. They confessed. Until that one stormy night when boundaries blurred. It was the after morning.