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FLORENCE’S POVMason had agreed to my proposal, which was a surprise. A pleasant one.It felt like he was finally seeing me for… me. My competence, my talent, my intelligence. Not just as a childhood friend he got stuck with. I wouldn’t delude myself into thinking we were finally on good terms, but… it felt nice. I was on cloud nine as I left the conference room, smiling giddily to myself. I was back in my element, strategizing and coordinating. Mason or no Mason, I chose to be happy and do things I enjoyed rather than revolving my life around him. In the break room, I poured myself a coffee when Annalise walked in. “Hello hello, Miss PR. Aren’t you the talk of the office today!” she said. I blushed. “You heard?” “Oh, yes. The Whitehills don’t deserve your beautiful mind, but oh well,” she sighed dramatically, and I laughed. “Well. As long as Raiden’s agency looks good, I’m happy,” I said. “That’s what I’m here for. Not for Mason.” Annalise smiled with relief at that. “I’m gla
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FLORENCE’S POVEverything happened in an instant.The scream. The snap of the rope. The sheer terror in Annalise’s eyes.I didn’t think. I just moved.The camera tumbled from my hands as I lunged forward, gripping Annalise’s wrist with both hands. Her weight yanked me forward, my knees slamming onto the wooden plank.“Hold on!” I gasped, my grip tightening around her.Her fingers dug into my arm, shaking violently. “I— I can’t!”“Yes, you can,” I gritted out. “Just hold on to me!”Her legs swung wildly below, nothing but open air and distant pavement beneath her. My stomach twisted, and instantly, everything turned dark. Suddenly, I was no longer looking at Annalise… it was Jade. Jade, screaming and thrashing. My mind tried to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. Memories flooded back from eight years ago when I’d reached my hand out to Jade. And just as I could feel Annalise grip my hand, I could feel my hand grip Jade’s wrist. I scrunched my eyes, praying for the vision to go
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FLORENCE’S POVWhy?Why would Jade want to kill me?The question gnawed at me as I sat stiffly in the lounge. Was it because of Mason? Because I had what she wanted?Seeing my solemn expression, Mason’s mother sighed dramatically. “Jade wouldn’t hold onto something so trivial,” she said. Then she turned to me with a tight smile. “Not that you’re at fault, darling, of course. But everyone’s fine now, aren’t they?”Annalise let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “I almost died, and you’re saying everything’s fine?”Melissa Whitehill looked momentarily uncomfortable before pressing her lips together. Clarke stepped in smoothly, a diplomat as always. “Enough,” he said calmly. “We’re all shaken up. Let’s not make this worse.”Then, he turned to me. “Florence, I need to speak to you. Alone.”I couldn’t imagine what he wanted to talk to me about. We barely knew each other, and I doubted Clarke cared about me, Annalise, or Mason. Still, I was in their territory now. I put my tea aside and st
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FLORENCE’S POVThis time, it was different.I was used to Marco’s voice threatening me and blackmailing me. But this time, he seemed… sorry. Almost concerned. This was real. I wiped away my tears, grabbed my purse, and rushed to the prison. My heart pounded as I entered the infirmary, the sterile scent burning my nose. My father lay unconscious, his breathing shallow, his skin pale.Panic clawed at my chest. “Dad…” My voice cracked.The guard beside me shook his head. “He collapsed this morning. The doctor has no idea why it happened, but they’re running tests.”Tests. That could take forever, and I didn’t trust prison hospitals to give him the best care. I’d never seen my father like this before… helpless. Vulnerable. I swallowed back a sob. The only Whitehill who seemed to care about my problems was Clarke, so I gave him a call. He answered on the second ring. “Florence?”I inhaled sharply. “I need your help.”There was a pause as if he was surprised. Then, smoothly, “Where are
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FLORENCE’S POVDirty tricks? Trap him?As if I hadn’t been the one suffering in this marriage while he has had his job, his freedom, and his… Jade. He tapped furiously on his phone and brought up a picture. He held it up so I could see… Emily. Carmen. “That’s Emily, isn’t it?” he asked. But it was a rhetorical question. Of course, he knew. “Yes, so what?” “And the listening device. You put it there when she asked, didn’t you?”“What?”“She’s dating Daniel. It all makes sense now!” “Mason—”“What is this, a reunion of sisters? You haven’t spoken to her since she left, and now that she is back, you decide to ruin my life together??”I had never seen Mason so… paranoid. He was always calm. Stoic. Polished. But the man before me seemed like a mess. The only time I had seen him this worked up was when Jade fell off that cliff. He was inconsolable. I heard he started getting night terrors and sleeping in a separate wing of the Whitehill Estate so nobody could hear him. It couldn’t hav
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MASON’S POVI slammed the car door shut and walked into the house, my jaw still tight with anger. She really left me.I felt her absence even more as I stepped into the bedroom. Her little picture frames… her throw pillows and makeup products, the hair clips, and her bathrobe… everything was gone. The emptiness sat on my chest like a weight, crushing me into dust. The room, though lit up, had never looked more dull. It was like she had never lived here. She must have been preparing for this for a long time.I sank into the armchair, staring at her side of the bed. The ghost of her presence clung to the room, mocking me. The silence was unbearable.With a frustrated growl, I grabbed my keys and left. I needed to talk to someone who could make sense of this mess.Chris.***“Florence initiated the divorce? No way,” Chris said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re joking.”I ran a hand through my hair, pacing his living room. “It’s done. She made me sign the papers. She’s been dist
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FLORENCE’S POVWith every tear, I should have felt lighter. But an unbearable weight on my head and heart made it impossible for me to even breathe, let alone feel anything else. The divorce papers felt like lead in my hands as I silently rocked back and forth, sobbing on the couch next to my father’s hospital bed. How did I end up here? Five years of marriage. Five years of waiting, of trying, of hoping. And now, just like that… it was over.Since childhood, Mason had been the center of my world. He had shaped my dreams, my choices, my whole life. And now that he was gone, the void left behind felt strange and unsettling. I hated myself for sniffing over an ended marriage when I had so much to be thankful for… a second chance at my job, and my father finally out of prison. So why did I still feel so hollow? Unwelcome thoughts intruded into my mind. I imagined Mason sitting with Jade, laughing at me. Finally freely enjoying their time together as lovers and old friends. I wanted
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FLORENCE'S POVI stepped into the office, greeted by the usual hum of activity. The team was in full swing, preparing for Eternity’s upcoming fashion show. Fabrics draped over racks, interns rushed past with mood boards, and the sound of rapid-fire typing filled the air.It was typically an energy I enjoyed. The adrenaline rush, the focus, the excitement… but now I only felt drained. As eyes landed on me, whispers began. “She’s back?”“I thought she quit.”“Did Mason really dump her for Jade?”I ignored them and made my way to my desk, only to be intercepted by Blake.She leaned against my chair, arms crossed, lips curling into a smirk. “Well, hi there, nice of you to remember you still have a job!” I let out a slow breath. I wasn’t in the mood for this. “Good morning to you too, Blake.”“Why not stay a rich housewife? Oh, wait—” she dragged out the words mockingly, “you’re not one anymore.” She held out a folder, flicking it toward me like it was beneath her. “Here. Since you obvio
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FLORENCE’S POVMy silence stretched just a little too long. I could feel it. That uncomfortable beat of tension, the kind where everyone realizes someone in the group is no longer smiling.Rosa jumped in quickly, her tone light but purposeful. “Dad, don’t be weird. Florence is his girlfriend.”Ashton blinked, visibly startled. “Oh! I—really?” He looked at me, hands raised in surrender, flashing a sheepish grin. “Well, damn. I’m sorry, Florence. I meant it as a joke.”I forced a smile. “All good.”But it wasn’t. Not really.The conversation moved on, but something in me had curled inward. Raiden and Ashton returned to talking about next season’s silhouettes, material shortages, and the problem with micro-trends killing long-term vision. Rosa threw in a comment here and there, mostly teasing her father, while I lingered behind them like a quiet accessory to someone else’s night.Their words blurred in my ears. I felt small—again.Invisible, the way I used to feel at events where Mason
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FLORENCE’S POVI stood there for a long time. Longer than I should have.I should have asked him why he was looking for me despite choosing Jade. I should have asked him why he ended up bloodied and broken in the hospital. I should have asked him if he ever found Daniel after speaking to Emily. If Daniel was the cause of the scars on his face. I should have done lots of things. But all I could do was replay his words in my head. Can we still be good friends?So gentle. So final.It was like I’d stepped outside my own body during the conversation and only now—now that he was gone—had I reentered it.The music had shifted, the crowd moved around me, but I felt frozen. Like I was watching my own life through a glass window.I smoothed down my dress. Straightened my spine. Took a slow, steady breath.Right.I had a good life. I was in Paris. I had a kind, loving man waiting for me. A man who saw me. Who never needed reminding to listen.I wasn’t the girl standing outside a glass wall an
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FLORENCE’S POV“What are you guys doing in Paris anyway?” Emily asked, adjusting the strap of her designer bag like it was a microphone she planned to drop at any moment.“Oh, just… on vacation,” I replied.She raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Wow. It’s serious if you’re taking holidays together.”I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, you know it’s going well since—”“I don’t care for details,” she said quickly, waving me off like I was about to bore her to death. “I’m meeting someone else later anyway. Young photographer, super cute and very into me. Which is exactly what I need after the narcissist that was Daniel.”“Um… okay. Bye, I guess?”But she was already halfway down the corridor, disappearing into the post-show haze of crew members and models packing up.I lingered a moment, unsure of what to feel about that whole interaction. Then, I turned back toward the main venue, scanning for Raiden in the sea of guests. I spotted him near the refreshments, chatting anima
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FLORENCE’S POVAs soon as the final model stepped off the runway and the lights began to rise, I rose from my seat like a fire had been lit beneath me.“I’ll be right back,” I told Raiden.He blinked in surprise but didn’t stop me. “Want me to come?”“No,” I said quickly, already stepping past him.From the corner of my eye, I saw him turning his attention to one of the designers seated nearby, sliding effortlessly into conversation. Typical Raiden—he could read me without even trying. He knew I needed space. And I appreciated him for that.But right now, all I could think about was Emily.She was here.Not just here but on the runway, front and center. Strutting down like she hadn’t vanished off the face of the earth after Daniel had kidnapped me. After Mason had nearly died. After everything.I pushed my way backstage.The buzz was overwhelming—stylists shouting, models laughing, and garment bags flying from one end to another. The air was thick with perfume, hairspray, and leftov
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FLORENCE’S POVMason Whitehill.Surrounded by top-tier designers, international media, and half the room’s attention like he always belonged there. Sharp suit, perfectly groomed and even smiling a little as someone laughed at something he said.I felt a rush of frustration—quick, sharp, irrational.Of course, he would be here. Fashion Week was filled with big names and bigger egos. It made sense.But why now?Why this show?Was he following me?I bit the inside of my cheek and mentally reminded myself to ask Raiden to stop posting photos and videos of us together until we were back home. Not because I had anything to hide—but because I didn’t want my past showing up where it didn’t belong.Mason turned slightly, caught my eye for half a second, and then… started walking toward us.My spine straightened on instinct.Raiden, beside me, noticed immediately. “What just happened?” he whispered, leaning closer. His tone was gentle, calm.“Mason’s here.”Raiden followed my gaze and then nod
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MASON’S POVStuck in my father’s sprawling mansion, the days blurred together in a haze of misery and self-pity. But finally, I’d had enough.First, I called in a barber. He was discreet and efficient, trimming away weeks of unruly hair and stubble, leaving me looking polished again. Seeing myself clean-shaven in the mirror sparked something deep inside me—a familiar determination, buried under layers of neglect.Next came weeks of intensive physiotherapy sessions. Each day was grueling, filled with sweat, frustration, and pain. But I refused to give up. My body strengthened little by little, first allowing me to walk steadily, then eventually run without exhaustion. With each milestone, my confidence returned.Finally, I was ready to reclaim Eternity from my father’s grip.But I had no idea just how difficult that would be.***My first day back at the Eternity office felt strange. It was quieter than I remembered. Employees eyed me cautiously, whispering behind my back as I made my
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FLORENCE’S POVThe gallery hummed with a strange, nervous excitement. Paris’ elite, with their delicate glasses of champagne and glittering evening gowns, murmured amongst themselves, speculating about the stolen photographs and who could possibly want pictures of some random woman from the exhibition.Some random woman—me.Raiden stood by me protectively, his expression growing increasingly irritated as the police officers ambled lazily around the gallery. Clearly, a theft like this was low priority.“Are you sure this isn’t some misunderstanding?” one officer asked Augusta, scribbling notes absent-mindedly.Raiden scowled openly, stepping forward. “Look, officer, someone deliberately stole two photographs of Florence. Doesn’t that worry you? Somebody wanted those photos.”The officer shrugged lightly. “They’re just pictures, monsieur. Hardly the Mona Lisa. Perhaps an overenthusiastic admirer?”Raiden’s jaw tightened. He turned back to me, sensing my discomfort, and took my hand ge
