(Lila)
I laid on top of Ethan in his king-sized bed, still catching my breath, enjoying the warmth of his body beneath mine. My heart was still racing from our passionate encounter, but my mind had already wandered to something else—something that had been consuming my thoughts all day.
“Where’s my anniversary present?” I asked playfully, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with my finger. The silk sheets rustled beneath us as I shifted to look at his face, expecting to see that familiar warm smile.
“What anniversary?”
Two words. Just two simple words, but they made my entire body freeze. We had been seeing each other for exactly one year now. Three hundred and sixty-five days of stolen moments, passionate nights, and what I thought was growing love.
My jewelry designer friend had told me just last week that Ethan had bought a ring. I’d been floating on cloud nine ever since, imagining the perfect moment he would propose.
Surely he was teasing me.
He had to be.
I forced a chuckle and leaned in to kiss him, trying to hide the sudden trembling of my hands. Before my lips could reach his, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back down against him.
“Maybe you should earn your anniversary present,” he whispered in a husky voice that usually made me melt. His hands slid down my bare back, and I tried to focus on the sensation rather than the knot forming in my stomach.
I had been nervous all day, ever since hearing that Grace was back in town. Grace—his first love, the woman who had left him to study abroad ten years ago. The woman whose return had been the talk of our social circle for weeks.
Now, feeling Ethan’s desire for me still evident against my thigh, I felt foolish for worrying. He wanted me. He was here with me.
Blushing at his suggestive tone, I reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, pressing it into his palm.
He lifted the new condom I’d just handed him, and chuckled, “I have no idea your love of strawberry extends to this level.”
I blush and try to grab the pink package from his hand. But he raised his hand so I couldn't reach, and kept his eye on the package, “Let’s see…”
But then, his playful expression shifted as he sat up, still holding me in his lap.
He was examining it closely with narrowed eyes.
Ethan reached over and yanked open the drawer, pulling out every remaining condom. One by one, he inspected them, his jaw clenching tighter with each passing second.
His mood changed so quickly it made my head spin. “I never thought you would sink so low,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with contempt. “Trying to trap me with a baby?”
“What? No!” I scrambled off his lap, wrapping the sheet around myself. “Ethan, I would never…”
My mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening.
I picked up the condoms Ethan threw on the bed, they had all been tampered with—tiny holes poked through each one. But I hadn’t done it. I would never do something so underhanded, so desperate.
“Ethan, please,” I begged, reaching for him, but he jerked away from my touch as if it burned him. “You have to believe me. I don’t know how this happened, but it wasn’t me.”
“No one else has access to this room,” he said, pacing now, his naked form drawing my gaze despite his anger. “No one else has a key to my penthouse. No one else knows the code to my private elevator.” His voice rose with each statement, accusing me.
I watched him, my eyes welling with unshed tears. Everything was falling apart so fast I could barely breathe. Just minutes ago, I’d been in his arms, feeling loved, feeling safe. Now he was looking at me like I was something dirty, something beneath him.
“I trusted you,” he continued, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “I let you into my life, my home, my bed. And this is how you repay that trust?”
“Ethan—” I started, but then his phone rang.
A woman’s voice came through the speaker, clear and melodic.
Grace’s voice.
I would know it anywhere, having replayed her interviews and speeches countless times, trying to understand what made her so special, what hold she still had over Ethan after all these years.
“I’m on my way,” he said into the phone, his tone completely different from the anger he’d just directed at me. He ended the call and began gathering his clothes, not even glancing in my direction.
My heart squeezed painfully in my chest. Of course he would run to her. Grace Williams, the brilliant architect who’d just returned from a decade abroad, trailing success and accolades in her wake.
Grace, who’d been his first love, his greatest loss. The woman he probably measured every other against.
Ethan finished dressing and headed for the door. “I want you gone when I get back,” he said coldly, still not looking at me. “Don’t try to contact me again.”
I sat there in his bed, clutching the sheet around me like a shield, trying to process how everything had gone so terribly wrong.
Three hours ago, I'd been planning our future.
Now he thought I was just another desperate woman trying to trap him into marriage. If only he knew who I really was—that I was the last person who needed to trap anyone into marriage. That I had more wealth and power at my disposal than he could imagine.
(Lila)“He never even knew my real name,” I said, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror while Maria, our longtime housekeeper, pinned my hair up. “For a whole year, I was just Lila. No last name. No family legacy. No Montgomery fortune.”“Miss Lila—”“Do you know what the funny thing is?” I cut her off, pressing my hand to my temple. “When I saw him…something just clicked. Like I knew him from somewhere.”Maria’s face went blank. I’d seen that expression before, whenever I asked about my childhood.“The doctors said your memories might return naturally,” she said, busying herself with my jewelry box. “It was your brain’s way of protecting itself.”“Eight years old,” I muttered, picking up an old photograph from my bedside table. I stared at the faded image—a summer barbecue, a little girl with pigtails turned away from the camera, standing next to a teenage boy.Everything before that car crash was a blank slate. Sometimes I’d get flashes—the smell of cotton candy, a warm hand
(Lila)I smoothed down my red dress and made my way to the bar. No one even tried to hide their stares tonight. The Montgomery name commanded attention, whether I wanted it or not.“Whiskey, neat,” I told the bartender, deliberately positioning myself next to Nicholas.He turned, and those striking blue eyes landed on me. “Let me guess. Lila Montgomery?”“What gave me away?”“The red dress.” His smile widened. “Your mother mentioned you’d be wearing one.”“Of course she did.” I accepted my drink from the bartender. “And you’re Nicholas Baldwin.”“Nick, please. Only my father calls me Nicholas, usually when he’s disappointed in me.” He touched his glass against mine. “Which is most of the time.”I couldn’t help but laugh. There was something disarming about him, so different from his nephew’s intensity.“So,” he leaned closer, “want to tell me why your mother’s so desperate to get us talking?”“Probably hoping we’ll fall madly in love and merge our empires.”“Ah, the classic rich peopl
(Lila)I stood in the powder room, gripping the marble counter as I tried to steady my nerves. Nick had excused himself to take a business call, leaving me alone for the first time since our dance. My reflection stared back at me, red dress striking against my pale skin, diamonds glittering at my ears like tears.The door opened behind me. I saw him in the mirror before I heard him—Ethan. He locked the door behind him.“This is the ladies’ room.”“Cut the act, Lila.” He stepped closer, and his reflection grew larger in the mirror as he did. “Or should I say, Ms. Montgomery?”My heart stopped. “How—”“How long have I known?” He barked out a laugh. “That you’re Jonathan Montgomery’s daughter? That you’re the heiress to the empire that’s been trying to take over my company for years?”I turned to face him, lifting my chin. “Does it matter?”“Does it matter?” He slammed his hand against the counter, making me jump. “You played me for a fool for an entire year!”“Played you?” My voice ros
(Ethan)I couldn’t sit still, moving from my desk to the door and back. I finally stopped at my office window, shutting my eyes while my mind replayed the scene at the gala.Lila in that red dress, pressed against my uncle’s side like she belonged there. The memory kept hitting me, over and over. My fingers tightened around the whiskey glass.“You’re going to break that if you grip it any harder,” Grace said from her perch on my leather couch. She’d followed me here after the gala, claiming we needed to talk.“Why are you really here, Grace?” I turned to face her. The woman I’d once thought was the love of my life sat there, looking exactly like she had ten years ago. Yet all I could see was Lila’s face when I’d cornered her in that bathroom.“Can’t I check on an old friend?” She smiled that perfect smile that used to make my heart race. Now it just reminded me of everything that wasn’t real. “You seemed…upset at the gala.”I laughed harshly. “Upset? My girlfriend of one year turned
(Lila)“You really didn’t have to walk me to my car,” I said, fumbling with my clutch as Nick and I made our way through the parking garage.“And miss the chance to spend more time with my fake girlfriend? Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you wander around a dark garage alone?”“The kind who knows I have three security guards within shouting distance?”He glanced at the men in black suits pretending to be invisible but watching from the corners.“Fair point. Though I have to say, being your pretend boyfriend comes with some interesting perks. Did you see Ethan’s face when we were dancing?”“Nick…” I blinked but couldn’t see straight, and I grabbed his arm to steady myself.“Whoa, careful there. You okay?”“Just dizzy. Probably shouldn’t have skipped dinner.”“And whose fault is that?” He kept his arm around my waist as we walked. “I distinctly remember trying to get you to eat something besides champagne.”“You sound like my brother.”“God forbid. I’ve met Alexander
(Lila)I sat on Nick’s penthouse balcony. He’d insisted I stay at his place after being discharged from the hospital, claiming my family’s mansion would be the first place anyone would look for me.“Here.” Nick handed me a steaming mug. “Ginger tea. Good for morning sickness, or so G****e tells me.”“It’s evening.”“Tell that to your stomach.” He settled into the chair beside me. “You’ve thrown up three times today.”“Are you keeping count?”“Someone has to.” He propped his feet up on the railing. “So, ready to talk about it?”I wrapped my hands around the warm mug. “About which part? The pregnancy? Ethan? The fact that I’m hiding in your penthouse like some scandalous secret?”“Let’s start with Ethan.” Nick turned to face me. “Tell me everything.”“Everything?”“From the beginning. The real beginning.”I took a sip of tea. “I saw him first in my father’s office. He was rejecting another takeover attempt.”“And?”“And something about him felt…familiar.” I closed my eyes, remembering.
(Nick)“You’re staring again,” Lila said without looking up from her tablet. She sat cross-legged on my couch, reviewing merger documents, completely unaware of how she’d turned my world upside down in less than two weeks.“Can’t help it.” I watched her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re distracting.”“I’m working.”“In my shirt.”She glanced down at the oversized dress shirt she’d borrowed after spending another night in my guest room. “It’s comfortable.”“It’s mine.”“Planning to take it back?”“Depends.” I moved closer. “Are you wearing anything under it?”She threw a pillow at my head. “Behave. We have to tell our parents today.”Right. Our engagement. The fake one that felt more real every time she smiled at me.“Father wants to meet at the Baldwin estate,” I said, catching the pillow. “Apparently, news of us dating has already reached him.”“Nervous?”“About facing the great Jonathan Montgomery? Terrified.”She finally looked up. “I meant about seeing your father.”“A
(Lila)I couldn’t stop staring at James across the dining table. He picked at his food exactly like Ethan did—pushing things around, making little piles.Nine years old. That’s what Grace had said.“So tell us,” Grace gushed, breaking the silence, “how did you two meet?”Nick put his hand on my knee under the table. “At the charity gala last month. One look at her in that red dress and I was done for.”“Really? Just like that?”“Yes, and I’ve never been surer,” said Nick as he tickled my knee. “Right, darling?”I forced myself to smile. “Right.”The room spun slightly. Morning sickness—or afternoon sickness now—was getting worse. I hadn’t been able to keep anything down all day.“I hear congratulations are in order,” Grace said sweetly, and my breath caught. Did she know I was pregnant? “The merger between your companies will be quite the event.”“We haven’t discussed business yet,” Nick replied easily and I exhaled with relief.“No?” Old man Baldwin raised an eyebrow. “That’s not lik
(Lila)The next several hours involved intense preparation. The FBI’s cyber team created an elaborate digital trap—a seemingly vulnerable server containing therapeutic records, family communications, and security protocols.Each document had been chosen to appear genuine while containing subtle markers that would help trace anyone who accessed them.“The honeypot is live,” the lead technician announced finally. “Already detecting preliminary probes of the security perimeter.”“That was fast,” Nick remarked.“They’ve been waiting for an opening,” Grace said, watching the technical displays. “This fits their established pattern—continuous surveillance for exploitable weaknesses.”Carter joined us, tablet in hand. “Now we wait for them to commit to the intrusion. Once they begin extracting data in earnest, we’ll have multiple tracing options.”“How long?” Alexander asked.“Depends on their caution level,” the technician replied. “Could be hours. Could be days.”But it wasn’t hours or day
(Lila)Fleur’s laughter rang through the room as we all stared, bewildered, at the crib. I rushed over, scooping her into my arms, frantically checking for any sign of distress. She only giggled harder, reaching for my face.“What did he do?” I demanded, turning to the others.Nick was already beside us, his hands gently examining Fleur. “Nothing, as far as I can tell. She seems perfectly fine.”On the screen, Krane smiled. “Fascinating, isn’t it? The expectation of pain creates more fear than pain itself. You’ve just experienced the fundamental principle of fear architecture—the anticipation is the weapon, not the event.”“Shut it off,” I hissed at the technicians.“No, wait,” Carter countered, signaling them to continue tracing. “We need to keep him talking.”Krane continued as if he could hear our debate. “You believe you’ve reclaimed your narrative, Lila. That by confronting your trauma, you’ve disarmed it. But fear isn’t rational. It lives in the space between threat and action—t
(Lila)“James is fine,” Ethan’s voice came through the phone, tight with fear. “We’ve tripled his security detail. Nobody’s getting near him.”“You’re sure?” I pressed, pacing the hotel suite.“I’m with him right now,” Ethan assured me. “Playing video games with two armed agents in the room.”After Krane’s message, we’d immediately verified everyone’s safety. Ethan and Cara had James at a separate secure location. Romy remained under Alexander’s protective detail at yet another facility. Nick and Ethan’s parents were overseas, surrounded by private security. My parents were downstairs.“They’re trying to destabilize us,” Carter explained as I ended the call. “Classic psychological warfare—implying vulnerability without actually demonstrating it.”“Like the basement,” I murmured, the memory rising unbidden.Nick looked up sharply. “What?”“In the basement, twenty years ago.” I sank into a chair, Fleur sleeping in my arms. “They never actually hurt us physically. They just made us belie
(Lila)I pressed my back against the headboard of the hotel bed, watching Fleur sleep in the portable crib the FBI had arranged. After three days in this new, supposedly secure hotel, I still jumped at every sound, checked every corner.The suite door opened as Nick and Alexander returned from their latest security briefing. Nick crossed immediately to Fleur’s crib, his shoulders finally relaxing when he saw her sleeping peacefully.“Any news?” I asked quietly.“We’ve identified three more Sterling operatives,” Nick replied, sinking onto the edge of the bed. “Two hotel employees at our previous location and a driver from my company.”“Grace confirmed all three,” Alexander added, loosening his tie. “Her intel has been solid.”The past seventy-two hours had transformed our situation. After Grace’s revelation, the FBI had moved us to a military-grade secure facility disguised as a boutique hotel. Grace had been debriefed continuously, identifying Sterling’s people and methodologies in de
(Lila)Fleur’s screams tore through me as I clutched her against my chest. Her tiny body shook violently, her eyes wild with a terror no baby should ever know.“Make it stop!” I pleaded, rocking her desperately. “What’s happening to her?”The FBI agents swarmed around us, checking equipment, scanning for signals, searching for whatever had triggered my daughter’s sudden panic.“Sonic frequency,” Grace said suddenly from her corner of the hotel suite. She’d been so quiet I’d almost forgotten she was there. Now she stood, walking toward us. “Robert used it on his targets. Infrasound—you can’t hear it, but it creates terror, panic.”“Shut down all devices,” Agent Carter ordered the room sharply. “Now!”Nick yanked cords from walls while agents deactivated equipment. Fleur’s screams gradually subsided, replaced by hiccupping sobs against my shoulder.“How did you know?” I asked Grace shakily.“Robert loved psychological weapons,” she replied, watching Fleur with genuine concern. “Said inf
(Nick)Jonathan Montgomery froze at the accusation as its poison spread through the room. He sat on the hotel suite sofa, looking suddenly older and more vulnerable than I’d ever seen him.“Dad?” Lila prompted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is it true? Did you know Victor Krane before the kidnapping?”Jonathan stared at his hands. “Not as Krane. He used a different name then—Vincent Kemp. Security consultant specializing in executive protection.”I swore violently, turning away to control my rage. Ethan remained perfectly still, his face blank with disbelief.“You brought him into our lives?” Ethan asked finally, gritted his teeth between words.“He came highly recommended,” Jonathan replied weakly. “Multiple endorsements from colleagues in the industry. Impressive credentials.”“And he suggested Blackwood’s services,” Alexander stated flatly. “Connected you.”Jonathan nodded miserably. “Said Blackwood was the best in the business. Discrete, thorough. I had no idea they were work
(Nick)The elevator descended to the hotel lobby in silence. I stood with Ethan, Carter and two armed agents, leaving Alexander to protect Lila and Fleur in the secure suite. The phone connection with Blackwood had ended abruptly after Malcolm Chambers’ arrival was announced.“This is obviously a trap,” Ethan muttered, adjusting his jacket nervously.“Of course it is,” I agreed tightly. “But if Chambers is here in person, it’s our best opportunity to end this.”Carter checked her sidearm discreetly. “Remember, we need him alive and talking. He’s our direct link to Blackwood and Krane.”The elevator doors opened to reveal a transformed hotel lobby. Most civilians had been evacuated, replaced by FBI agents positioned strategically throughout the space.In the center, sitting calmly in a leather armchair as if waiting for a business meeting, was a man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair and expensive glasses.“Malcolm Chambers, I presume,” I said coldly as we approached.The ma
(Nick)The voice on Lila’s phone continued smoothly. “Your father commissioned quite an elaborate project. ‘Generational intervention’ was the term he preferred.”“Who is this?” I demanded, moving to Lila’s side.“Ah, Nicholas Baldwin,” the voice acknowledged. “The man who built an empire on another man’s grave. How fitting that we should all converge now.”“Kenneth Blackwood,” Carter said into the phone, taking control of the situation. “This is Special Agent Carter, FBI. We’ve located your Connecticut property. Your archives are now in federal custody.”A pause, then a soft laugh. “Merely one of many repositories, Agent Carter. Though I’m impressed you found it. Your reputation is well-deserved.”Jonathan lunged for the phone. “Blackwood! Tell them the truth, damn you! I never hired you to take my daughter!”“Semantics, Jonathan,” Blackwood replied dismissively. “You paid for a comprehensive fear architecture program. The specific methodologies were left to our discretion.”“You’re
(Nick)“They can’t possibly be watching us here,” Lila insisted, as FBI agents swept the hotel room for surveillance devices. “We’re under federal protection.”I paced the perimeter, checking every corner, every vent, every light fixture. “We thought our homes were secure too.”Grace huddled in an armchair, watching the activity. Since the coordinated attacks had begun, she’d remained mostly silent, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.“Grace,” Agent Carter approached her directly. “We need everything you know about Kenneth Blackwood.”Grace looked up, startled. “I told you what Robert said—”“Not enough,” I interrupted sharply. “They’re targeting our children. If you know anything else, anything at all…”“I-I might,” Grace admitted reluctantly. “I didn’t think it was important before.”Ethan moved closer, sitting across from his ex-wife. “What do you remember?”Grace twisted her fingers nervously. “Robert kept a box of mementos. Things that gave him power, he said. There was a photogr