Emily’s POVClaire dragged me to the one restaurant in the city I’d ever managed to eat at without grimacing. My picky taste buds meant it was no easy feat to find somewhere I didn’t feel nauseous from the food. But as I looked at Claire, who was already ordering her usual mountain of different dishes with wild flavor combinations, I couldn’t help but chuckle.“Honestly, Claire,” I teased, shaking my head. “I don’t understand how someone as tiny as you can eat so much... and in the weirdest combos known to man! How does anyone handle pickles and pasta on the same plate?”She shrugged and grinned, unfazed. “It’s called ‘craving creativity.’ You should try it sometime.”After a delicious, laughter-filled meal, we returned to the office, where Claire insisted on helping me get through my never-ending pile of work. With every file she passed over or glass of water she handed me, I’d say, “Thank you, Claire,” and each time, she’d respond with a playful, “Oh, don’t mention it. You’d do the s
Emily's POVThe club was buzzing with energy, neon lights flashing in every direction as Claire and I stepped inside. We hadn’t even made it two steps before we hit a wall—the bouncer, a hulking man who’d been eyeing us since we entered.He looked Claire up and down, his gaze zeroing in on her baby bump. “What’s a pregnant woman doing here?” His tone was sharp, dismissive. “Maybe hookers should stay home once they start growing balloons.”My stomach clenched, and I felt Claire stiffen beside me. Here we go.Claire’s eyes blazed with a fury I recognized all too well. “Excuse me?” she snarled, her voice louder than the music pulsing in the background. “I don’t care if you’re twice my size—you better apologize before I make you regret it.”I tried to step between them, hands raised in a plea. “Look, let’s just calm down, okay?” I begged, darting glances between Claire’s glare and the bouncer’s unimpressed sneer. “We don’t need a war here. Let’s just…come to a truce?”But Claire wouldn’t
Adrian’s POVI barely noticed Vincent walking into my office, too lost in my thoughts to register anything until he was practically breathing down my neck. My eyes were fixed on the screen, but the words blurred together. In my mind, only one thing was crystal clear—Emily. That same defiant glint in her eyes from last night haunted me, like she was challenging me to even try to understand her. She was everywhere—written all over my files, and it seemed, all over me.It wasn’t until Vincent leaned over my shoulder and started reading aloud that I realized I’d typed her name into nearly every document on the screen. Worse, the stack of documents I’d signed in her name—some of them crucial contracts—sat in a disarray on my desk. My heart thudded as I met Vincent’s gaze.“For crying out loud, Adrian,” he said, his tone cool and restrained, though I could feel the frustration simmering beneath his words. His eyes flicked between the papers, his mouth set in a hard line. “Do you realize wha
Adrian’s POVThe bass of the music pounded through the club, yet the only rhythm I could focus on was the erratic thump of my own pulse as I stood next to Emily. She was close—so close that her scent wrapped around me like a drug I hadn’t known I needed. The faint, delicate sweetness of her perfume teased me, mingling with something undeniably her. I hadn’t thought it was possible to feel both intoxicated and anchored, but she had me at the edge of both, just by standing there.I leaned in, eyes tracing her face, savoring every small detail: the slope of her nose, the subtle curve of her lips. I could barely keep my focus as I asked, “Are you all right, Emily?” My voice came out rougher than I intended. Every word felt like an invitation to something neither of us had acknowledged but both felt simmering between us.She looked up, her gaze meeting mine, and I couldn’t look away. Everything around us faded, drowned out by this insistent, magnetic pull. I couldn’t remember the last time
Emily's POV The club lights faded behind us, but my pulse was still racing. Adrian’s arm lingered on my waist, steady and possessive, guiding me through the crowded streets. I’d never felt this way—my body was humming, every nerve attuned to his touch, his closeness. The cool night air did nothing to calm the warmth spreading through me.I glanced up, meeting his gaze, and my breath hitched. He looked down at me with that smoldering intensity that made me feel both powerful and entirely out of control. Just hours ago, I’d been laughing with Claire, trying to forget him, but here he was, pulling me into his orbit as if he knew I couldn’t resist.We slipped into the car he’d called, and I felt his thigh press lightly against mine as we settled in. The space between us was so small, so charged, I could barely breathe. Every shift, every accidental brush of our hands felt like a spark igniting in the dark.He watched me in silence, his gaze searing into me, and I couldn’t look away. His h
Emily’s POVI woke up to an empty bed. A dull ache between my legs reminded me just how far last night had gone. But now… he was gone.Opening my eyes, I let them drift over to his side of the bed, empty and untouched since he’d left. A strange, hollow pang twisted inside me. Sure, I didn’t exactly expect to wake up with him by my side—not with the way things were between us. Still, a part of me had wanted him here.I tried to shake off the disappointment as I made my way to the bathroom, fighting the surge of anxiety rising within me. It had to be a one-time thing, right? Adrian didn’t strike me as the kind of man who’d stick around once he’d gotten what he wanted. I’d thought I was prepared for that. After all, I knew the drill. Nathan had done the same, slipping away slowly, bit by bit, until there was nothing left of us.But Adrian… Adrian had made me feel things that Nathan never did. He made me feel seen, desired, understood in ways I hadn’t known I needed. And that scared me. I
Emily's POVI walked into the hotel lounge, where the soft clink of glasses and gentle hum of conversation underscored the elegance of the space. The warm, polished tones of the decor seemed to amplify the quiet confidence I carried as I moved. I hadn’t expected today’s meeting to be a big deal, just another step in the plans Jessica had initiated for our marketing expansion. But my confidence wavered slightly as I saw who awaited me—a man who seemed entirely out of place for a routine meeting.AlexAlexander, the CEO of one of the country’s leading media companies, was seated, watching me with a composed, attentive gaze. Broad-shouldered, sharply dressed in a tailored suit, he radiated the quiet charisma of a man used to commanding spaces much larger than this lounge.Why would the CEO himself show up for a mere business meeting?Despite my surprise, I kept my expression neutral, greeting him with a warm smile as I approached. “Bill Alexandra. Alexander,” I said, extending my hand. “T
Emily’s POVAlex didn’t flinch, standing up to shake Adrian’s hand, the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Good to see you, Adrian. Still commandeering every room you walk into, I see?”Adrian didn’t bother with pleasantries, only a sharp nod before he turned to me, his eyes a mix of challenge and something darker. “I didn’t know you were working with Media Dynamics. Last I checked, we were trying to keep things at the top-tier level.”Alexsmiled coolly. “Third-best media company in the country, actually. We’re not all giants, but we know how to deliver quality.” His tone was smooth, but I felt the tension rise between them. I was suddenly very aware that I was in the middle of a rivalry.Alexlaughed lightly, though there was a subtle edge to it. “Still holding grudges from college, Adrian? I can assure you, Ms. Emily, I’m here with every intention of making this partnership as beneficial as possible.”I felt my irritation flaring. “You’re both acting as if I don’t have a say
Larry Thorne’s POVIt was quiet now. The kind of quiet that used to drive me insane when I was younger, before I knew how to appreciate it. The twins had finally fallen asleep after I’d read them their bedtime stories, the girl clutching her stuffed rabbit and the boy sprawled out like he owned the world.Fatherhood. Who would have thought it?Four months ago, I couldn’t have imagined this life. Me, Larry Thorne, the reckless playboy who lived for booze, drugs, and women, now playing the role of a family man.Well, mostly.I leaned against the doorframe of the twins’ room, watching their tiny chests rise and fall with each breath. It was surreal, almost poetic, how much they had changed me. I didn’t touch alcohol anymore, and the mere thought of drugs made me sick. I wanted to be better—for them. They deserved that.And for all her quirks, Elise had stepped up too. She loved those kids like they were her own, doting on them in ways I never expected. There were moments when I caught her
Chapter 34Mirabel Vanroe’s POVThese past four months have definitely been the longest four years of my life, it has taken me through different phases, made me understand myself more and most especially, understand the surrounding situation.The time within those months ave made me understand that forgiveness be damned, new beginnings be damned. Those who said that opportunities come but once weren't lying. They definitely had won my shoes before coming up with those words of wisdom, because I had that opportunity to become a star after I graduated from college, and it was the only once of my life, because now, I was nothing but a crazy woman forced to wear a white uniform because the alternative would have been orange overalls in a damned cell with notorious roommates, but right now, I was stuck with crazy. "I heard she used to be a top star.""Top star my foot, if she was a top star, then I was a top planet," I glared at the two psychopaths and watched them scamper away, while I h
Claire’s POVFour months had passed since my world turned upside down, and now I stood at the precipice of a new beginning. The joy of motherhood swelled within me, even as I lay drenched in sweat, gripping the sides of the hospital bed with all my might. The air in the delivery room felt thick, buzzing with nervous energy and the weight of what was about to happen."Push, Claire! You’re almost there!" The doctor’s voice cut through the haze of pain, grounding me in the moment.A sharp contraction tore through me, and for a brief moment, I thought I might lose my mind. Every nerve in my body screamed in protest, but then I felt Emily’s firm hand clasping mine."You’ve got this! You’re the strongest woman I know." Her voice, steady and filled with conviction, was the anchor I desperately needed.On the other side of me was Vince
Mirabel's POV The cold steel of the prison bars bit into my palms as I leaned against them, the chill seeping into my bones. My breath came out in ragged gasps, each one a struggle to pull from the suffocating air of my cell. The coarse fabric of my orange jumpsuit scratched at my skin, a constant reminder of how far I had fallen—from the glamour of studio lights and red carpets to this dim, unforgiving cage. Tears streamed
Larry's POVI never saw it coming—the sharp crack of bone that echoed through the room, a sound so foreign yet unmistakably mine. Pain flared up my leg, an incandescent burst of white-hot agony that blotted out thought and breath. I crumpled to the cold, hard ground, gasping, clutching at the shattered limb as if sheer will could piece it back together.“Damn it, Larry,” Vincent’s voice cut through the haze, cold and commanding. “You really should watch your step.”His words were laced with fury and satisfaction, a combination that made my stomach churn as much as the pain in my leg did. I bit down a groan, my breaths coming shallow and fast. Sweat pooled on my brow, and the room spun like a cruel carnival ride.“You didn’t have to do this,” I rasped, the words barely escaping through clenched teeth. My voice trembled, lacking conviction even as I spoke.Vincent crouched beside me, his face a mask of barely restrained rage. “Didn’t have to?” he echoed, his voice low and dangerous. “You
Vincent’s POVThe moment the hacker delivered the final batch of files, I knew Mirabel’s reign of terror was over. Nine hours was all it took for her carefully constructed image to shatter. Years of deceit, manipulation, and cruelty now sat neatly categorized in front of me—subtle, strong, explosive.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen as the weight of the evidence settled over me. Bank transfers tied to bribery. Screenshots of threats she’d sent to assistants she bullied into silence. Even a recorded confession from one of her ex-managers, who detailed the torment she’d put him through before driving him to a breakdown. And then there were the videos.They were the kind of content no PR team could spin, the kind that would obliterate every shred of credibility she had left. Explicit. Damning. Ugly.I should have felt disgusted—or maybe even pity—but all I felt was cold, unrelenting anger.“Vincent?” Claire’s voice pulled me back. She was sitting on the couch, her legs cu
Claire’s POVExhaustion weighed heavily on me, my body begging for rest, but my mind refused to grant it. My eyelids drooped as I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand resting protectively over my belly. Vincent was pacing in front of me, his phone in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He had been trying to convince me to sleep for over an hour, but how could I close my eyes with so much at stake?“They said ten hours,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Ten hours, Vincent. That’s a lifetime right now.”“You’ll make yourself sick,” he countered, kneeling before me. He placed the glass in my hand and cupped my cheek with his other. His gaze was soft, yet determined. “Claire, please. Trust me. We’re almost there.”I wanted to believe him, but the knot in my stomach wouldn’t unravel. “I can’t. Not until this is over. Not until Mirabel’s lies are exposed, and she can’t hurt us anymore.” My voice cracked, and I hated how vulnerable I sounded.Vincent’s thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping
Mirabel’s POVI paced the length of the room, my stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor, their sound slicing through the tense silence. Every deliberate step mirrored the whirlwind in my mind. That insipid little video Claire had posted was still trending. A pregnant woman pleading for peace? Sympathy for her unborn child? It was a masterstroke of manipulation.And it was working.The pity I’d spent months crafting had evaporated overnight. My nails dug into my palms as I replayed her words in my head, each line dripping with saccharine innocence. If I announced my pregnancy now, it would look like a desperate bid for attention. Worse, it would backfire spectacularly. No one would side with me over a vulnerable, heavily pregnant woman.The public would eat me alive.But I wasn’t about to roll over and surrender. I’d played the victim long enough. Now, it was time to become the devil.I reached for my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found the one I needed. My
Claire's POVThe moment Emily and Adrian left, the tension in the air felt almost suffocating. I was still processing the mess from earlier when something unexpected happened. It started with a faint sound—like the rustling of dozens of people gathering—and then it grew louder. By the time I made it to the window, I could see the crowd forming outside the gates, a sea of reporters, paparazzi, and random strangers pushing forward, trying to get in.I froze. Panic surged through me. I wasn’t sure what to do.Vincent, however, was on it in an instant. His phone rang with the speed of someone who had already anticipated this move. He snapped a few words into it, and within minutes, a team of security arrived. The scene outside was chaos, but it didn’t take long for the reporters to be pushed out of the way.Vincent had everything under control. And somehow, that made the whole situation feel even worse. The idea that I was trapped here—while he was orchestrating everything—only added to t