Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

“It should be Malakai Pietre, Ashton said quietly, his fingers threading gently through Cassie’s hair.

The earlier storm between then had settled into a warm, lingering calm.

Cassie lay against his chest, her eyes closing as she leaned into his touch, a soft, contented smile forming on her lips. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek grounded her, a quiet contrast to the chaos they had just finished.

“Malakai.” Ashton murmured again, more thoughtfully Bus time.

“You built an empire with our son’s name.”

There was no accusation in his voice only realization.

Cassie shifted slightly, tilting her head to look at him. There was something softer in her gaze now, something unguarded.

“I didn’t just build it,” she said gently,

“I protected it… and carried it to the top-for him.”

Her fingers traced slow, absent patterns against his chest as her voice softened with memory.

“When I had nothing, no name, no place, no power..” she continued quietly, “I had him.”

A faint, bittersweet smile touched her lips.

“Malakai was the only thing in my life that was truly mine… a living reminder of what I once had with you.”

Her gaze softened, warmth and something deeper flickering within it.

“So I gave him everything I could,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper.

“And I made sure the world would one day know his name… even before he could claim it himself.”

Ashton’s expression softened, his hand stilling briefly in her/haiz.

“The Malakai Group,” he said, almost to himself. “Not just a conglomerate… but a legacy.”

Cassie nodded faintly.

“A legacy he was born into… and one he’ll never have to fight for the way

A quiet silence followed

one that wasn’t heavy, but full. Then Ashton’s hand moved again, gentler this time

“He will have two vast world,” Ashton said, his voice low but certain. “Malakai… and Pierce.”

Cassie’s smile deepened, slower now, more peaceful

“Yes,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his chest.

“So we’ll have to add more heirs,” Ashton murmured, tilting her chin so she would look at him, a teasing glint in his eyes,

“A dozen, perhaps.”

“A dozen?” Cassie laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement, though her breath caught slightly at the intensity of his gaze

“Yes,” he said, his voice lowering, playful yet certain

“A dozen. And we’ll have to make up for lost time.”

Before she could respond, he shifted, effortlessly drawing her beneath him. The movement was swift but gentle, his touch

familiar, daimning.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, her hands instinctively finding his stroulders.

“This is going to be a long night, my love,” Ashton whispered against her ear, his voice warm, husky with promise.

Cassie smiled, her laughter fading into something quieter, deeper, as she closed her eyes and leaned into him.

And as the night stretched on, the silence of the suite was no longer empty–filled instead with their moans and grunts.

The next morning arrived quietly.

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Golden sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The city beyond was already alive, but inside the suite, everything felt still.

Cassie stirred first.

She lay nestled against Ashton’s chest, his arm loosely draped around her, holding her close even in sleep. For a moment, she didn’t move-simply listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.

A small smile curved her lips. Carefully, she lifted her head to look at him.

The sharp, commanding man the world feared and respected looked different like this-at ease, unguarded.

Hers.

Her fingers traced lightly along his chest, slow and absent, as if memorizing the moment.

Ashton stirred at her touch.

His eyes opened gradually, meeting hers almost instantly. For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.

Cassie smiled back, softer this time.

“Good morning.”

Outside, Bay City moved on with its usual relentless rhythm-traffic roaring, deals being made, lives unfolding at a pace that never paused.

Inside the suite, however, that fragile peace shattered with the sharp ring of a phone.

Both of them stilled.

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Cassie lifted her gaze to Ashton, and for a brief moment, they simply looked at each other-silent, knowing that nothing good ever came from interruptions like this.

The phone rang again.

“Answer it,” Cassie said softly, nodding toward it.

Ashton exhaled and reached for the device, his expression already turning cold.

“If this isn’t urgent,” he muttered the moment he answered, his voice edged with irritation, “I’ll deduct halt your salary for a year.”

There was a pause. He listened. And as the seconds passed, something in his face shifted

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