The moment the front doors closed behind them, the cavernous marble foyer seemed to amplify the silence. Eleanor Finch, the housekeeper with a spine of steel and eyes that missed nothing, gave a stiff, formal nod.

Joshua released Avery, leaning in to whisper, "Good work. Keep it up." He was referring to her 'shy' act outside.

Avery fought the urge to laugh hysterically. That wasn't an act. It was pure, unadulterated terror.

She was just starting to breathe again when she heard the soft click of the door behind them and the sound of Brodie's unhurried footsteps on the marble.

He tossed his car keys to a waiting footman without a glance, his attention locked on Avery's back.

"Stop."

The word was quiet, but it carried the absolute authority of a man who had never been disobeyed.

Avery and Joshua froze, turning in unison.

Joshua's brow furrowed in annoyance. "What do you want now, Brodie?"

Brodie ignored him. He walked directly to Avery, stopping so close she had to crane her neck back to see his face. He was a mountain, casting a shadow that swallowed her whole.

"My brother's fiancée," he said, his voice a low purr that did nothing to hide the sharpness of his gaze. "I think I should get a proper look at her, don't you?"

He stared pointedly at her downcast head, at the hair still shielding her face. "Look at me."

Avery's body began to tremble, a violent, uncontrollable shiver. If she looked up, it was over. Everything was over.

Joshua stepped forward, placing himself between them. "Brodie, that's enough. She doesn't like strangers staring at her."

"Strangers?" Brodie's laugh was a cold, sharp sound. "I'm about to be her brother-in-law." He reached out, his fingers aiming to grab her chin and force her to look at him.

Panic, white-hot and absolute, exploded in Avery's mind. She had to do something. Now.

In the split second before his fingers made contact, she made the wildest, most reckless decision of her life.

She surged upward. Not toward Brodie, but toward Joshua.

Her hands flew around Joshua's neck, she went up on her toes, and she smashed her mouth against his.

It wasn't a kiss. It was a collision. A desperate, frantic act of concealment, fueled by pure survival instinct.

Joshua's brain short-circuited. He stood there, frozen in shock, as she kissed him. Her lips were soft, trembling, and cold with fear, but the pressure was fierce, demanding, as if she were trying to merge with him, to disappear inside him.

The kiss did more than just block Brodie's view. It silenced the entire room.

Brodie's hand froze in mid-air. His eyes widened, his pupils contracting into pinpricks of disbelief and something else. Something much darker.

He stared, his jaw clenched, at the scene unfolding before him. At the woman who was so aggressively, so possessively, kissing his younger brother.

The kiss was a perfect, maddening shield. From Brodie's vantage point, all he could see was the sharp angle of her jaw and the frantic flutter of her eyelashes against Joshua's skin. He couldn't see her whole face.

Joshua finally recovered from the initial shock, his hands coming up to push her away. But Avery's arms tightened around his neck, a silent, desperate plea. Don't stop. Not yet.

He could feel the terror thrumming through her entire body. This wasn't part of the act. This was real.

Brodie's face was a mask of thunder. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his eyes churning with a storm of fury and a pain so profound it was almost unrecognizable.

He watched them, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the knuckles white. He looked like a man watching his world burn to the ground.

The silence in the foyer was a living thing, thick and suffocating. It was broken only by the sound of three people breathing.

Avery held the kiss for three, four, five seconds-an eternity. Long enough to be sure Brodie's attention was fully, irrevocably captured.

She pulled back slowly, her lips parting from Joshua's. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged. She didn't dare look at Brodie. Instead, she let her head fall against Joshua's chest, completing the performance of a flustered, passionate fiancée.

Joshua's body was ramrod straight, his mind reeling. He stared down at the top of her head, the scent of her hair, the feeling of her lips still burning on his.

Brodie's chest was heaving. His eyes were fixed on Avery, a look of such raw, violent intensity that it felt like a physical touch.

He didn't say a word.

He just turned, his movements stiff and jerky, and strode toward the front door. Eleanor Finch, the housekeeper, moved as if to intercept him, but froze in place under the sheer murderous force of his glare. He swept past her without a word of apology and burst out into the evening air.

Avery and Joshua were left standing in the wake of his silent fury.

A few seconds later, the sound of the Aston Martin's engine roared to life, a guttural snarl of pure rage. The squeal of tires on gravel was a high-pitched scream.

Joshua frowned, moving to the door to look outside.

He saw Brodie's car not reversing, but lurching forward onto the immaculate lawn. The engine screamed as he slammed on the accelerator, the rear wheels spinning wildly, tearing deep, muddy trenches into the perfect green turf.

"Is he insane?" Joshua muttered.

Avery crept up behind him, peering through the crack of the open door, her heart lodged in her throat.

The car didn't crash. It performed a brutal, deliberate act of vandalism. The smell of burning rubber and churned earth filled the air. It was a scar, a violent message carved into the face of their ancestral home.

Brodie wasn't out of control; he was demonstrating a terrifying level of it. His brother, for all his faults, was an exceptional driver. He would never make a mistake. This was a declaration of war.

Avery's face was ashen. She knew. She knew better than anyone. This was her fault. That kiss had been the match to his dynamite.

Brodie didn't get out to inspect the damage. The car sat there for a moment, idling menacingly.

Then, with another roar, he threw it into gear and sped away, fishtailing down the long driveway and disappearing into the night.

The driveway was pristine, but the lawn was a battlefield, a testament to his rage.

Joshua stared after him, a deep, confused frown creasing his brow. He couldn't understand it. The reaction was too extreme. Too violent. All for a fiancée he didn't approve of? It didn't add up.

Avery leaned against the doorframe, her legs trembling so badly she could barely stand.

She knew this wasn't the end. It was just the beginning.

The heavy silence Brodie left behind was almost as loud as his chaotic exit.

Eleanor Finch, the housekeeper, moved with silent efficiency, dispatching staff to deal with the carnage on the lawn as if manicured acts of destruction were a daily occurrence.

Avery took a shaky breath, forcing the adrenaline back down. She had to regain control.

She turned to face Joshua, pasting a smirk on her face. "Your brother's temper..." she said, her voice a little too bright. "Not great."

She was trying to deflect, to gauge his reaction.

He wasn't smiling. His ice-blue eyes were narrowed, studying her with a new, calculating intensity. The polite restraint was gone, replaced by cold suspicion.

"Explain the kiss, Ms. Hopkins," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Avery's stomach clenched. She knew this was coming.

She shrugged, leaning back into her role. "Improvisation. You said to provoke him. I couldn't think of anything more effective."

"That was not the way I told you to do it." His voice was colder now. "I told you not to touch me."

He took a step closer, crowding her against the door. "Are you enjoying this a little too much? Or is there something else going on here?"

His proximity, the sheer force of his suspicion, was suffocating. She couldn't let him dig any deeper. She had to get out.

She decided to fold. A strategic retreat.

"Fine. I overstepped," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "You're clearly unhappy. The deal's off."

She turned, making a move for the door. "I'll wire the deposit back to you. Goodbye, Mr. Stanley."

She had to leave. Now. Before Brodie came back.

Joshua's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her arm like a manacle. He yanked her back from the door.

"You want to leave?" he snarled, a flicker of something-anger, confusion-in his eyes.

Her reaction made no sense. One minute, she was bold enough to kiss him in front of his brother. The next, she was a terrified animal bolting for the exit.

Why? Because he'd questioned her about a kiss? Or was it because of... Brodie?

The thought was absurd. He dismissed it instantly. They couldn't possibly know each other.

"Let go of me!" Avery tried to wrench her arm free. "This is what you want, isn't it? Your 'unsuitable' girlfriend is leaving on her own."

A humorless laugh escaped him. "The agreement has commenced. You don't get to decide when it ends. Do you think you can just walk in and out of the Stanley family as you please?"

He couldn't let her go. Not now. Not after introducing her as his fiancée. If she vanished now, he would be the family's new laughingstock. His plan was just beginning. He wouldn't let this woman derail it.

"I quit!" Avery hissed, her voice tight with a panic she could no longer hide.

Her desperation only fueled his suspicion.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over her pale, strained face. "What are you so afraid of, Avery?"

He used her first name for the first time. The sound of it, spoken in that low, questioning tone, sent a fresh wave of fear through her.