LOGINIvonne's POVIf Lincoln didn’t kill her, then someone else did.Someone I hadn’t even considered yet. Someone still out there.But Who? And Why?Wait. No. No. No.I shut my eyes hard.I wasn’t going to do this, I wasn’t going to stand in Dr. Charles’ office and start creating some imaginary new villain out of thin air with no proper evidence. Someone else who supposedly hated my mother enough to kill her.Not when It was more logical to suspect Lincoln.He had hated me enough. He had hurt me enough. He had abandoned me enough.Why couldn’t he have done this too?Why couldn’t it just be him?Why did this have to get complicated?I opened my eyes and looked directly at Dr. Charles. “Lincoln hated me,” I said bluntly. “You remember how he treated me. How he humiliated me. How he left me for days and weeks like I didn’t exist. You were there.”Dr. Charles exhaled and nodded slowly. “I remember. You cried a lot in those days. I… did my best to comfort you.”I swallowed, the memories burnin
Ivonne's POVWalking through the automatic doors of St. Mary’s Hospital felt like stepping into a ghost I’d been avoiding for two years. Everything still smelled the same... sterile, cold, and faintly like disinfectant. My chest tightened, but I forced myself toward the reception desk.“Good afternoon,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to see Dr. Charles.”The receptionist looked up, annoyed at first, but her eyes suddenly widened. “Wait… Ivonne? Miss Ivonne?” she gasped. “Oh my God, it’s been years! You look—wow—completely different.”I gave her a polite smile. “Thank you. Is Dr. Charles available?”Her expression softened but turned conflicted. “Um… I’m really happy to see you, but Dr. Charles doesn’t take walk-ins anymore. And since you are no longer part of the Stone family, You’ll need an appointment and the waitlist—”Before she could finish, a familiar voice called from behind her.“Ivonne?”I turned. Dr. Charles stood there holding a clipboard, staring at me li
Ivonne's pov “Because if you are,” he said seriously, “I'm sorry but I'll need to call Alpha Hector immediately.” My brow shot up at that. “W–What? Why?” The driver didn't respond immediately, but the look on his face was so horrified that I began to actually panic myself."Tell me," I pressed. "What about my going to the hospital is making you so terrified that you have to call Alpha Hector?" The driver blinked, genuinely confused by my confusion. “Ma'am, Alpha Hector addressed all the household staff last week. He said — and I quote — you must inform me immediately if Miss Ivonne is ever even slightly sick, distressed, or in danger. So watch her carefully." I stared at him, stunned. “And… then the Alpha threatened us ma'am,” the driver added casually, as if this was normal. “He said he’d personally break anyone’s legs if they wasted time reporting him if you were unwell, so I need to call him immediately.”My hands shot out to stop the driver who was now scrambling for his pho
IVONNE POVThe moment I stepped outside the restaurant where I and Justin had just finished our meeting, I felt the cool air hit my face andexhaled like I’d been holding my breath for hours. Turning down his offer to go home with him shouldn’t have been such a big deal. It was a simple decision — no, I’m not staying over to work on the play because I don't want to --which is a Logical, professional and polite answer.Simple and End of discussion But No, it hadn't been as simple because for whatever reason, it had all revolved what Hector wanted.As I walked down the driveway, my thoughts were spinning so loudly that I almost missed a step.Why had Justin's simple offer felt like such a dangerous choice?I tried to tell myself it was simply because I didn’t want to cause trouble… but the truth kept poking at me like a sharp needle. The truth was that I didn’t want Hector to misunderstand anything about me. I didn’t want him thinking I had stayed late in another man’s house, alone,
Ivonne's POV Well, Hector sounded Suspicious. Very suspicious. “Earth to Ivonne?” Justin waved his hand. “Where you listening? Or Did I lose you to your wolf brain?” “No, sorry. I’m here. Please Continue.” Thankfully, Justin easily slid back into the topic of the play. We agreed on the story structure, the tone, the target audience everything. Justin was proving to be thorough with his craft so working with him felt quite delightful. “Now We just need something big to launch it with,” Justin said. “A major event at your company that can anchor the show and translate the views into profit.” “That's true," I agreed. "But Like what?” I wondered. “Well…” He tapped the folder. “The upcoming campaign at your company should be a good anchor.” I frowned. “What campaign?” Justin looked at me like I had sprouted wings. “Ivonne. Mr. Archibald’s company has a massive campaign for the company every year. It’s practically famous. Tell me you knew that.” I blinked. Oh. Righ
IVONNE'S POV I stayed in the bathroom for a good ten minutes after I was sure Hector had left the room. Not because I needed that long to change my outfit or fix my hair—no. I was hiding from Hector. Or rather… recovering from his growing effects on my senses. The moment I sensed he’d walked out and the hallway door closed, I finally exhaled and leaned my back against the cool tiled wall. Thank the Goddess the mind link was now shut. Because earlier—when his voice had slipped into my head feeling warm, calm, and deep like it belonged in my bones—I’d nearly lost my balance. Literally. My knees had gone soft like I was a teenager hearing her crush say her name for the first time. And there was a second where I was scared that i might actually moan out loud.Dear goddess, I would have died from embarrassment if that had ever happened.But could anyone blame me for reacting like that?After all, I had never, ever felt anything like that in my life before, and that was because Mos







