AUDREY POV “This is ridiculous.” Lisa ignored me, shoving me onto a chair. “Stay still.” I huffed, crossing my arms. “I already agreed to the dress. That should be enough.” Lisa snorted. “Oh, sweetheart, no. We’re not just dressing you up, we’re transforming you.” I rolled my eyes but stayed put as she yanked my hair out of its usual ponytail and ran her fingers through it. “You have such nice hair,” she mused, grabbing a brush. “Why do you always tie it up like you're about to do someone’s taxes?” “Because it's convenient,” I muttered. Lisa tsked. “Convenient is another word for *boring.* Now hush.” She worked fast, her fingers moving with practiced ease as she styled my hair. Meanwhile, I sat there like a hostage, occasionally flinching when she tugged too hard. “This is so unnecessary,” I groaned. Lisa scoffed. “You agreed to my plan, so stop whining.” “Did I agree, though?” I shot her a look. “Yes. And it's too late to back out.” I sighed, letting her do whatev
MICHELL POV I watched the footage again. And again. Audrey had left home, and she didn't deem it fit to put a call through to me. I tried her phone again. Voicemail. I had come home, expecting things to be as they should be—Audrey with Amelia, going over her lessons or making her laugh over some bedtime story. Instead, I had found Gabriella with Amelia in the sitting room, braiding her hair as the little girl hummed under her breath. Gabriella tending to Amelia wasn’t out of the ordinary. Audrey being gone without a word? That was. “Where is she?” My voice had been steady. Controlled. Gabriella had looked up, blinking in mild confusion. “Miss Audrey? She left hours ago, sir.” My fingers curled. “Left?” “Yes,” she said, straightening. “I assumed she told you.” She hadn’t. I clenched my jaw, shoving my phone into my pocket as I turned back to the screen, staring at the frozen image of her car leaving the estate gates. Where the hell did she go? And why hadn’t she told
AUDREY POVI led Amelia upstairs, my mind buzzing with questions. Who was that man? He had called Michell ‘brother,’ but there was no warmth between them—only cold, tense energy. Michell had looked furious at his arrival, and the way his jaw clenched when Victor spoke…it was as if he had been dreading this moment. Was he really Michell’s brother? The one he had been preparing for his visit months ago?If so, why did Michell seem to hate him? I reached Amelia’s room and set her cartoons up, smoothing her hair as she settled on the bed. “You stay here, okay? I’ll be back in a bit.” She pouted but nodded, already engrossed in the colorful characters on the screen. I stepped out quietly, shutting the door behind me, and made my way back downstairs. But as I neared the dining room, I heard voices. “…And the little girl, she calls you Dad?” A pause. Then, Victor’s tone sharpened. “Does she know?” I stopped in my tracks. Then, Michell’s voice, low and edged with fury. “Keep
MICHELLVictor was getting too comfortable.It wasn’t just the way he walked around the estate like he belonged there. It was the way he talked—his casual, amused tone, always pushing, always testing. And Audrey… she didn’t seem to mind.I noticed it every time I walked into a room.The way she’d laugh at something he said, the way he leaned just a little too close when speaking to her. The way she never looked as guarded around him as she did with me.I should have ignored it. I had bigger things to deal with—Montiel and De Luca.Samuel and Hector had come up with a temporary solution, something to stall their next move while I figured out how to gut their operation properly. It wasn’t enough. I needed something permanent, something that would send a clear message.Yet here I was, gripping the edge of my desk, my jaw tight with irritation, because Victor had just made Audrey laugh in the next room.I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts back to business.I clenched my jaw, shoving th
AUDREY POV.I slammed the door shut behind him, my breath coming fast and uneven. My hands were clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. How dare he?I stalked across the room, trying to shake the fury crawling under my skin. Michell had always been this way—one moment, he was close, watching me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. The next, he was cold, distant, acting like I didn’t exist. And now, now he had the audacity to storm into my room, accusing me of seducing Victor? I let out a harsh, bitter laugh, pacing in frustration. What the hell was his problem?It wasn’t like he had any claim over me. He made sure of that.Months ago, we had sex. It wasn't a kiss or a hug. Sex.And what did he do after? Nothing. Not a single word. Not even a hint that it meant anything to him. He pretended like it never happened. Like it was something to be erased. And yet, tonight—tonight he had the nerve to act possessive? To look at me with that dark, jealous
MICHELL POVI clenched my jaw as I walked through the hallways of the estate, my fingers still curled into fists at my sides.Victor.I should’ve known. I did know. That bastard had a reason for being here, and now I was certain it had nothing to do with some harmless visit.It wasn’t just business. It was personal.I saw the way he looked at Audrey. The way he lingered too long, the way he smirked like he was playing some private game I wasn’t invited to. And tonight? Tonight was the last fucking straw.My phone buzzed. Hector.I answered without looking away from my screen. “Tell me.”“I started digging into Victor,” Hector said without preamble. His voice was clipped, all business. “So far, nothing directly incriminating, but his movements don’t add up. His trip here wasn’t planned last minute—he was preparing before you even had trouble with Montiel.”That made me pause. “Before?”“Yes. Almost like he knew something was coming.” A pause. “Or like he’s part of it.”I exhaled throug
ANYA POVThe day went by in a blur. Taking care of Amelia, keeping myself busy, anything to stop my mind from drifting to him.Michell. I hated that I thought about him at all. Hated that my chest still tightened when I remembered the way he looked at me this morning. I shoved those thoughts aside as I sat with Victor. He was different today. More curious. Asking questions that felt a little too personal. “What do you like to do in your free time?” I frowned. “I don’t get much free time.” He chuckled. “Fair. But if you did?” I hesitated. “I used to dance.” Victor’s brows lifted. “Ballet?” I nodded. “But that was a long time ago.” His gaze flickered with something unreadable. “Why’d you stop?” I shrugged. “Life.” That was all I was willing to give. Victor studied me, then leaned back. “You intrigue me, bella.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not trying to.” “That’s what makes it interesting,” he mused. I shook my head, deciding to turn the tables. “Why aren’t you an
MICHELL POVI sat in my study, the dim glow of my desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. The estate was still quiet. I had left Audrey’s bed before dawn, careful not to wake her. Not because I regretted a damn thing, but because I needed a moment to process the weight of it all. I had told her we were a thing now. And I meant it. My fingers hovered over my keyboard as I scrolled through emails, a rare smile tugging at my lips. It felt strange—this feeling of contentment settling in my chest. It had been years since I had woken up feeling lighter. Even Hector would have raised a brow at me if he saw the way I was grinning at my screen like some idiot. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my jaw. I wasn’t a man who did relationships. I had never stayed in one long enough to even call it that. My world wasn’t built for love—it was built on business, loyalty, and wariness. But Audrey? She was something else entirely. Something I wasn’t ready to let go of
AUDREY POVI woke up feeling... different. Warm. There was a softness in my chest, a lingering warmth that had nothing to do with the silk sheets draped around me. The city lights still glowed faintly beyond the glass walls, but the night had faded into the early hush of dawn. And beside me, Michell slept. Not the tense, guarded man I had first met. Not the cold, untouchable CEO who built walls around himself. Just Michell—his breathing even, his features relaxed, his arm resting possessively across my waist as if even in sleep, he refused to let me go. Something fluttered in my stomach. Last night had been... I closed my eyes, a shiver running down my spine as the memories washed over me. The way he had danced with me, how effortlessly he had led, how his touch had set my skin on fire. The slow burn in his eyes right before he kissed me. The way he whispered my name like it was a prayer. The way he made me feel. A breath hitched in my throat, and I bit my lip, pre
MICHELL POVThe moment Audrey’s name was called, the entire hall erupted. Applause, cheers, and even some gasps of surprise filled the space, but I remained still, watching her closely. She stood frozen for a second, as if her brain was struggling to process what had just happened. Then, realization dawned in her eyes, and a shuddering breath left her lips. She had won. Audrey Taylor had won.I should have expected it. I did expect it. Yet, as I watched her step forward, her fingers trembling around the golden award, an unfamiliar warmth spread through my chest. It wasn’t just pride—it was something deeper, something unsettling. The announcer handed her the microphone, and I leaned forward slightly, my focus narrowing in on her alone. Speak well, Audrey, I found myself thinking. And she did. Her voice was steady, clear. There was no arrogance in her words, no gloating—just raw, unfiltered gratitude. She spoke of fear and growth, of perseverance. Of expression. My f
AUDREY POVThe five of us stood side by side on the stage, our breaths shallow, our hearts racing. The lights were blinding, heating my skin, but nothing compared to the pounding of my chest. The murmurs of the audience were a distant hum in my ears. All I could focus on was the panel of judges in front of us, their expressions unreadable as they looked down at the results in their hands. I clenched my fists to keep them from shaking. The lead judge, a distinguished man with graying temples and sharp, observant eyes, leaned into the microphone. His voice, smooth but authoritative, filled the silence. “Before we announce the results, we want to take a moment to acknowledge each of you. What you’ve accomplished here is beyond commendable. This stage is not for the weak-hearted, and every single one of you has proven why you deserve to be here. Winning or not, this is only the beginning.”The words should have comforted me, but all they did was tighten the coil of tension in my st
AUDREY POVThe air inside the practice room was thick with focus, each contestant absorbed in their own world of preparation. The faint echo of footsteps, the occasional murmurs of dance instructors correcting postures, the sharp exhale of a dancer landing a difficult move—it all blended together in a quiet symphony of tension. I rolled my shoulders and took a deep breath, stretching my legs as I prepared my body for what lay ahead.My mind was clear. No more overthinking. No more obsessing over Gina. Just me, my body, and the dance. Elena stood nearby, arms crossed, her sharp gaze watching my every movement. “How do you feel?” she asked. I exhaled, feeling the steadiness in my bones. “Good.” She nodded. “Then hold onto that.” I continued my warm-up, rolling through my ankles, stretching out my arms, steadying my breath. No excessive training. No pushing beyond my limit. Just enough to keep me grounded. Then, I felt it—the shift in energy, the presence approaching me befo
AUDREY POVI couldn’t breathe. The moment my name was called as the fifth contestant, relief flooded me, but it was short-lived. I barely made it. From second place to fifth. The humiliation burned in my chest, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me. I had messed up. Completely. Even when I tried to redeem myself on stage, it was useless. My body had refused to cooperate, my movements stiff, my mind fogged with frustration. And now, I stood here, barely holding on to a spot in the final round. The judges’ words still echoed in my head. “You were second last time, Miss Taylor. What happened? Are you alright?”“We can only hope you come back stronger in two days.”Two days. That was all I had to fix everything. But what was I even fixing? I had trained tirelessly, pushed myself beyond my limits, yet I still failed. What more could I possibly do? I could feel eyes on me as we were dismissed, but I didn't stop to look at anyone. My feet carried me to the dressin
AUDREY POVI exhaled slowly, my fingers gripping the edge of my seat as the announcer’s voice filled the hall again. “Contestant number7, Maya Roberts.”Maya, a tall, dark-haired girl with striking green eyes, stepped onto the stage with an air of quiet confidence. Her instructor whispered something to her before she nodded and took her position. The music began, slow and haunting, and Maya moved like water—smooth, controlled, every motion blending into the next without hesitation. She had an effortless grace, the kind that made it look easy, though I knew it wasn’t. I studied her carefully. Her lines were impeccable, her spins sharp but elegant. The way she floated across the stage made it clear she had years of discipline in her body. She wasn’t just good—she was mesmerizing. Elena leaned in slightly. “She has excellent control,” she murmured, “but her expressions are lacking. She’s focusing too much on technique, not enough on storytelling.” I nodded, noting how Maya’s
MICHELL POVI leaned back on the couch, a book in my hands, but I wasn’t reading. The words blurred together, meaningless against the backdrop of laughter filling the room. They all came back to the living area. Amelia was perched on his lap, giggling uncontrollably as he tickled her sides. Audrey sat beside them, curled up comfortably, her eyes bright with amusement. They looked like a picture of easy familiarity. And I didn’t know what to make of it. Audrey had grown attached to him—maybe too attached. I wasn’t surprised. Ethan had a way of making himself welcome in people’s lives, slipping in like he belonged there.And somehow, over the past few days, he had done just that. He had visited four days ago, and since then, I’d caught them talking more, laughing more. It shouldn’t bother me. But it did. Not surprisingly, I was jealous. Ethan grinned at Audrey. “So, how’s training going, superstar?” Audrey rolled her eyes at the nickname, but there was a smile tugging at
AUDREY POVA week and six days.The exhaustion seeped into my bones, a dull ache spreading through my muscles as I sank onto the couch. My breath came in slow, measured exhales, my body heavy from another brutal training session. I wouldn’t lie—I had pushed myself beyond my limits these past days. I had forced Elena to teach me every move she could recall, determined to absorb every ounce of technique I had seen Gina execute. It wasn’t enough for me to match her—I had to surpass her. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would prove it. I pressed my fingers to my temple, my body screaming for rest, but before I could surrender to the exhaustion, I heard footsteps. Michell. He walked in, his presence as sharp and commanding as ever, but there was something different in his eyes when they met mine—something unreadable, yet piercing.Without a word, he sat beside me. The space between us felt small, charged. Then, in a low, measured voice, he spoke. “I got a report from Mrs. Vasquez toda
AUDREY POVAs soon as Michell walked out the door, the air in the room shifted. It was subtle—like the lingering warmth from a fire that had just been extinguished. I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding, my fingers curling around my cup. “Don’t just focus on outshining her. Focus on being better than you were yesterday.”His words echoed in my mind, sinking deeper than I expected them to. I wasn’t intimidated by Gina. …Was I? I stared at the smooth surface of my coffee, watching the faint ripples from where I had stirred it earlier. I had worked so hard to get here. I had clawed my way through pain, rejection, and doubt. I had sacrificed everything to dance. And yet— I could still hear the way Gina’s name was whispered through the crowd last night. The way their eyes followed her, expectant. The way she moved, like she knew she belonged on that stage. I gritted my teeth. No. I wouldn’t let self-doubt creep in. Not now. I pushed my chair back,