MasukKIERA’S POVI stormed out of Emilia’s room, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every coherent thought in my head. My fists clenched as I marched through the hallway, each step a hammering echo of rage and humiliation. How dare she? How dare he? How dare both of them?My cheeks burned, a mix of fury and embarrassment coursing through me. The nerve of Gabriel, playing me for a fool while his ex strutted around here with her smug little smirk.I shoved the door to our room open with a force that made the hinges creak, and it slammed shut behind me with a deafening bang. Gabriel, lounging casually on the bed, looked up from his book, one brow arched in curiosity. He was so relaxed and it was infuriating."Are you done helping Emilia?" He asked, his tone neutral as he set the book aside.I let out a derisive laugh, rolling my eyes so hard it felt like they might get stuck, “I guess you meant to say, am I done helping your lover?”Gabriel’s expression shifted, confusion knitting his
KIERA’S POVI guess Emilia forgot her manners wherever the f*ck she came from, probably packed them in a box labeled “irrelevant” and tossed it into the Atlantic, because what full-grown woman, with thirty-two adult teeth and, I assume, a functioning brain, walks into someone else’s room without knocking? Her sudden arrival was like a thunderclap on a clear day, but it eased the storm between me and Gabriel. Maybe I should’ve been grateful. Whatever her intentions, she saved me from that unbearable look in Gabriel’s eyes.But was I grateful? Not exactly.“Well, her timing’s as sharp as her cheekbones,” I muttered inwardly, folding my arms as she leaned against the doorframe with a smirk that made me want to grab a chair and throw it."Am I interrupting something?" Emilia asked, her hand resting on her hips as a sly smile danced on her lips.Gabriel straightened his posture, a muscle in his jaw twitching to life. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it."No, Emilia," I said,
GABRIEL’S POVHer question landed like a blow I hadn’t braced for, sucking the air out of my lungs. I was silent and at loss for words not because I didn’t know what to say but because I was a bit disappointed.I turned to face Kiera fully, “No,” I said firmly, my voice steady.She tilted her head, her lips curving into a sardonic smile, “No?” She echoed, her tone light but cutting. “You don’t sound so sure, Gabriel.”I tightened my fists, the veins in my arms taut as I fought to keep my composure. Her defiance was infuriating, but it was also intoxicating.“Kiera,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, commanding her attention. I stepped forward, closing the distance she always seemed determined to create, “You think this is some kind of game?”She lifted her chin, her posture stiff, “Isn’t it?”The corner of my mouth twitched. She was pushing, testing the limits of my restraint, and I'd be damned if I let her use this as an excuse to distant herself from me. I reached out and grasped
KIERA’S POVWas it just me, or did someone else want to hurl Emilia straight into a volcano?Who the actual fuck does she think she is?I knew the moment I saw her waltz in, with her unbearable confidence, that something was off.Her name slid around in my head like oil in a frying pan, sizzling, hissing, and irritating. She laughed too loudly, like a hyena that drank too much champagne, flaunted her curves in that body-hugging red dress, and leaned into Gabriel like they shared some inside joke I wasn’t invited to? It made my skin itch.She was beautiful. Ugh. Of course, she was. With her full lips, legs for days, curves sculpted by the gods. But I could see it, the performance, the manipulation, the slow, venomous charm underneath it all. Was I being paranoid? Not at all, and I wasn't just making these up because I felt insanely jealous. But ofcourse, I was... so freaking jealous. No point lying to myself. I need to get some rest, Abuela… I’m totally worn out,” I said, letting out
ELISE’S POVThe crash from downstairs vibrated through the floorboards and up the soles of my feet, and my head whipped around so fast I felt a twinge in my neck, my eyes locking onto Miguel's rigid back."Stay put," he commanded, his tone leaving zero room for debate as he reached for his discarded pants, but I was already moving toward the door, my curiosity outweighing his authority.“Elise!” He growled, pulling up his pants in one swift motion as he stalked after me.We reached the staircase together, and my eyes tripled in size as I saw Freya, crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, her face pale as moonlight.The staff circled her, frozen in panic, their hushed whispers filling the air like the buzz of bees.Miguel’s entire demeanor shifted. He went from simmering frustration to cold, calculating focus. Without a word, he pushed past me and descended the stairs two at a time. I followed, my heart racing as unease clawed at me.“What the hell happened?” His voice was sharp, cutting
MIGUEL’S POVThe road stretched endlessly before me, its smooth asphalt glowing faintly in the pale morning sun. The car’s engine hummed steadily, but inside my head, the roar of yesterday’s chaos hadn’t subsided. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under my fingers as I replayed the events of the last 24 hours.It had started like any other day—business meetings, numbers, the usual grind. Then Diego’s frantic call interrupted everything: "Boss, the warehouse is on fire!" I hadn’t even let him finish before slamming the phone down and rushing out of the boardroom.By the time I arrived, flames had consumed the warehouse’s entrance. My heart pounded in tandem with the crackling inferno as I directed more men to douse the fire. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t as severe as it should’ve been. Still, the stench of smoke and burned wood clung to me like a second skin.After the fire was extinguished, I gathered my men, my glare sharp enough to cut steel.“What the h
ELISE’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, feeling like a marionette whose strings had been cut, my body still throbbing from the wild, brutal passion of the previous night.The clock on the nightstand read 10 a.m., but the weight of my exhaustion kept me anchored to the sheets. Miguel had transformed
KIERA’S POVThe next thing that followed was a chortle of laughter, uncontainable until I was practically doubled over.Gabriel squinted in confusion, clearly thrown off as I continued to laugh maniacally, clutching my stomach.“O… OmG… that..” I gasped, still pointing at him as if he were the punch li
KIERA’S POVWho in their right frame of mind shows up at someone’s house without any prior notice? Fabian must be all in his head!I had deliberately ignored his calls over the past few days because I didn’t want to talk to him. I wasn’t about to lead him on or give him any false hope that I shared in
KIERA’S POVI sat in the car scrolling absentmindedly through my phone yet my, fingers drummed nervously against my thigh, each tap a countdown to my rising anxiety.Every few moments, I shot a glance at the entrance, hoping to catch sight of Gabriel, but time seemed to stretch endlessly. What could p







