FLORENCE’S POVI stared at Emily, my mind racing.She knew who was behind the leak?For weeks, I had assumed Daniel was the one pulling the strings. He had been Mason’s competitor for years and had every reason to try and destroy him. But the way Emily had put things, it looked like there was more to the story. And after a few seconds of thought, I also realized Daniel wouldn’t care about the marriage or Jade. He was far more interested in taking Eternity down from the inside. That’s what he wanted me for. “You really thought Daniel was behind everything, didn’t you?” Emily laughed. “You’re so naïve, Flo.”“Then who is?”Emily leaned back in her chair, studying me like a cat playing with its food. “I was at a magazine cover shoot with a bunch of other top models. And guess who was there.” I shrugged. I could have named a hundred people. She smiled. “Flynn.” My jaw dropped. The name alone sent a pang of something bitter through me. Flynn. A part of my past I had buried.Emily smir
FLORENCE’S POVI debated calling him for nearly ten minutes.Mason and I were over. Completely done. But this wasn’t just about me. Someone had been following us, photographing us, and leaking personal details online. I didn’t care if the internet wanted to tear me apart. But if the photographer leaked my father’s location… I shook my head. I didn’t even want to imagine it. He had already been through so much in prison. I sighed and pressed Call.He picked up after three rings. His voice was stiff. Guarded.Hopeful?“Why are you calling me?”I ignored his tone and got straight to the point. “I was followed. Someone was taking photos of me—of us—and I managed to grab his camera before he got away.”A beat of silence. Then: “Where are you?”“Blackwood PR.”***I was still outside, seated on a bench, when 4 black SUVs pulled up to the entrance. It had only been 10 minutes. Mason stepped out, followed by his bodyguards. He made a beeline for me. “Are you hurt?” he asked. I shook my h
FLORENCE’S POVAs soon as I stepped into the office, Raiden was already making his way toward me, concern written all over his face.“I heard Blake sent you to see your mother,” he said. “I told her to handle it herself, I don’t know why—” He stopped when he spotted Mason following me. “Whitehill…” he said, in his typical curt, stand-offish way. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Pleasure was not what his voice reflected. It dripped with sarcasm and just a tinge of anger. “I’m here to see my wife. Is that a problem?” Mason responded. My wife.Funny how the first time I had ever heard him call me “wife” was the time I actually wasn’t. “Really?” Raiden smirked. “Then what on earth did Florence, Anna, and I celebrate a few nights ago? Was it not the end of this disastrous marriage?” I knew he was toying with him. We hadn’t celebrated anything, but Mason wouldn’t know that. I turned to look at my ex-husband—he was all but ripping Raiden’s head off his body. “Flo…” he said, his tone
FLORENCE’S POVPick me up after work? Never, in all our years of marriage, had Mason waited to pick me up from anywhere. I went anywhere I wanted to go by driving myself or taking a taxi. Not that I went to many places. Mason never took me out, and I stayed at the mansion to save money to send to Marco for my father’s protection. Somehow, that felt like a simpler time than whatever was happening now. Now, everything just felt confusing. Why was Mason trying to play the good husband? AFTER we were already divorced? I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. “You don’t need to put on a show anymore. We’re done, remember?”His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You need me.”I scoffed. “Excuse me?”“Well, if you didn’t, why did you call me after you got that camera?”I regretted that call more and more by the second.“Are you joking? I was trying to warn you that we were being watched and that some news about us might leak to the papers. I was trying to prepare you. So you can do
FLORENCE’S POVFlynn.The sight of him sent a cold chill down my spine. Once upon a time, he had been kind to me. He had been warm. He had made me believe I could move on from Mason and fall in love again.That someone could love me back. And yet, here he was now, standing in the shadows outside my building, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place.I clenched my fists. “How did you find me?”“I’m a paparazzo, Flo,” Flynn said, taking a step closer. “I know more than you think.”I held my ground, my heart pounding. “What do you want?”He lifted his chin, expression smug. “You took a camera from my guy today. I’m just here to take it back.”“Well, since you know everything, you should know I gave it to Mason.” “No, you didn’t…” he stepped closer. “It’s with you because you can’t trust Mason. Think I don’t know about your divorce?” he laughed. “So. I’ll take that with me now, thanks.” I stepped back as he came closer, clutchin
FLORENCE’S POVIt was past midnight. The fluorescent lights in the police station cast a cold, sterile glow over everything, making the moment feel even more surreal. And yet, the most surreal part wasn’t the fact that I was here or that Flynn had been caught.It was Mason, with Jade behind him, clinging to his arm as usual. As if she would stop breathing if she couldn’t touch him. Suddenly, I was grateful I hadn’t called him to pick me up. If he had shown up to my office with her, I might have lost my mind. I didn’t know why the thought stung. I had told myself I wouldn’t care anymore. And yet, here I was, feeling utterly ridiculous for having that brief flicker of hope when he offered to pick me up from work. I straightened, brushing off my exhaustion, my embarrassment, my heartache. “Sorry to disturb you both,” I said coolly. “I’ll update my emergency contact first thing tomorrow.”Mason ignored that completely. “I’m asking you again, Flo…” his voice was low. Concerned. Worried.
MASON’S POVI watched Florence run out of the conference room, her footsteps sharp and quick, like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.We had a moment… I sensed it. We hadn’t been that close before, but I went and messed it up by saying the wrong thing. I had no right to be jealous. I knew that. She wasn’t mine anymore. And yet, every time Raiden’s name came up, I lost my temper.Because Raiden understood Florence better than I did. Knew her better than I did. Florence never talked about her friends or family with me. I had known her my entire life, but as I stood in that conference room, I realized I knew nothing about my wife. Ex-wife. It was too late.The only reasons I could find to talk to her were work or this investigation. It wasn’t a lot… it was nothing… but I would try to use it to bring her back to me. When did talking to her become so hard?I hoped she would call me to pick her up from work like I offered. Because watching her walk away? It felt like she was sl
MASON’S POVA tiny flicker of hope warmed my heart when I learned I was still her emergency contact. She still trusted me to take care of her when things went wrong. But seeing her face turn cold when she spotted Jade… I knew Florence would change it that second. And I was right. “Sorry to disturb you both,” she said. “I’ll update my emergency contact first thing tomorrow.”My heart withered hearing those words. Why hadn’t I made Jade take a taxi and come here alone? The officer at the desk had briefed me on the situation over the phone, but I wanted to hear it from Florence herself. “I’m asking you again, Flo…” I asked, hoping she could hear and understand my concern. “What the hell happened?” “Flynn was the one behind the website posts. He even admitted it while trying to snatch the camera from me.”I knew from the beginning it wasn’t Florence who leaked our news to the website. I just didn’t understand why she had to lie about it. “If Flynn was behind it, why did you take the
RAIDEN’S POVMy heart broken, I threw myself into making Blackwood PR a force to be reckoned with in the industry. I earned my father’s approval and, more importantly, secured high-profile clients like Mason Whitehill, or rather his company, Eternity. He was my biggest client. A man I respected because, like me, he had broken away from his father’s company and built something of his own. He had more money than most people knew what to do with, but he used it well. Despite occasionally being stubborn, demanding, or erratic, I knew it came from a good place. I thought I knew him well. I thought we understood each other in a way. But it wasn’t until one evening at a business dinner that I realized just how little I actually knew about him.Mason was absent, which wasn’t unheard of. The man had a habit of making last-minute decisions. But as I sipped my whiskey, his subordinate, who had had too many drinks, leaned over with a piece of information. “Can you believe he’s not here becau
RAIDEN’S POVI’ve only ever loved one girl my whole life. I had grown up in a strict household under a father who rarely smiled. He was a man who had built his fortune from the ground up and believed that true success could only be earned through discipline, struggle, and sacrifice.There was no room for softness in his world. No room for wasting time on things like emotions or dreams.“You will carve your own path,” he had told me. He had made it clear that I would not inherit his empire but build my own. I wasn’t particularly fond of his business, so this didn’t sting me, but his overbearing nature made me withdraw from social life and focus on nothing but building skills and learning lessons. That was the kind of man he was.I didn’t choose PR because I was naturally good at it. In fact, it was the opposite. I wasn’t the guy who could light up a room with his presence. I wasn’t the guy who charmed people into deals over dinner or laughed easily over drinks.Which made PR the hard
FLORENCE’S POVRaiden didn’t take me to a restaurant.Instead, he rented out an entire terrace of a five-star hotel that overlooked the city skyline. The moment the elevator doors opened, my breath caught in my throat. The grand staircase leading up to the terrace was lined with flowers—deep red and ivory roses, flickering candle lanterns placed along the steps. The soft hum of jazz music and the scent of delicious food welcomed us. I turned to Raiden, arching a brow. “Do you always do this for girls?”He smiled, easy and warm. “Only for you.”I searched his face, trying to gauge how serious he was. The way the lights reflected in his dark eyes, the way he stood so comfortably in his own skin, made it hard to doubt him.Still, this… this was too much.I hesitated at the base of the stairs. “Raiden… you didn’t have to go all out like this.”“I know,” he said simply. “But I wanted to. You deserve this, Florence.”I had to admit, as over-the-top as this was, it didn’t feel insincere.
MASON’S POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind them, I saw red.I barely realized what I was doing before my hand shot out, knocking over the ceramic vase on her side table. It hit the floor with a loud crash, shattering into a thousand pieces and spilling water and flowers everywhere.I didn’t even know why I was so angry. Maybe because I had never seen her like that.She had always been beautiful. But tonight? Tonight, she was sinful.The black silk dress wrapped around her body like a second skin, accentuating every dip and every curve. Silver jewelry glinted at her neck and wrists, delicate and understated but striking against her cool skin. Her hair—God, her hair—had been perfectly blown out, glossy and thick, cascading over her shoulders.I had spent five years married to Florence. And in those five years, she had never dressed like that for me. Never like she was someone’s prize. Never like she deserved to be worshipped.But I had also never made her feel like a prize. I
FLORENCE’S POV“Mason!”He didn’t move.Panic surged through me. My hands hovered over his body, unsure where to touch, where to check. Oh God. Had he hit his head? Was he breathing properly? Was his pulse normal?For one terrifying second, my mind spiraled—What if he dies? Should I call an ambulance?I pressed two fingers against his pulse. Steady. Strong.I let out a breath.Okay, Florence. Think.He was just passed out. Drunk out of his mind and lying in cold, wet clothes. That meant he needed to get warm.I clenched my jaw and reached for him. This was not an act of care—this was basic human decency.I ran to the living room and pulled my rug from under the coffee table. I carried it to the bathroom and hoisted him up, dragging his dead weight onto the floor rug. He groaned softly but didn’t wake. Stupid giant.He was still fully clothed, and his soaked dress shirt clung to his body. He was going to catch a cold if I didn’t get him into something dry.I hesitated.This was dang
FLORENCE’S POVPlease, what?Hadn’t I given him enough?I shoved against him, trying to create some space between us, but he didn’t budge. His hold was too strong, his body too solid. My heart pounded with frustration, with disbelief. With something I refused to name.“What do you want?!” I screamed. “Why are you here?” I struggled again, twisting in his arms, but it was useless.“I’m drunk,” Mason muttered, then—God help me—he giggled.It wasn’t news. The entire building could probably smell the alcohol seeping off him. But that didn’t excuse… this.This wasn’t him. Not the Mason I knew.Mason Whitehill had too much self-respect and too much control to ever show up at my doorstep in this state. He was always measured, always put together, and always charming. If he needed to talk, he should have shown up like a gentleman, told me what was wrong, and asked for my time.But no.He chose to come here senseless. I struck my elbow against his chest, harder this time. He let out a pained
FLORENCE’S POVI ran a fingertip down the guest list, double-checking every name, but my mind kept slipping back to Jade. To her threats. Her smug, unbothered smile.Now that she knew my father was out, she might actually try something herself. Granted, she didn’t know which hospital he was at, but it wouldn’t take her long to find the information. Jade had a way of getting anything she wanted out of anyone. I needed to be careful.I dropped my pen and picked up my phone to call one of the guards Raiden had appointed to watch my father. He picked up after two rings. “Miss Hart.” “Hi, Antony, just checking in; is everything alright with my dad?” “Yes, Miss Hart. Your father’s been stable, and we’ve had no disturbances.”I exhaled slowly. “Amazing. Thanks, I’ll see you at night, as usual!” “Sure, Miss Hart, no problem.” Hanging up, I let out a sigh of relief. My world outside might be muddy and chaotic, but at least I could still control some matters in the office. I leaned back
FLORENCE’S POVJade’s words echoed in my mind like a slow, deafening drumbeat.“Your father killed my parents.”I wanted to laugh. To scoff. To call her a liar straight to her face.But the way she said it—the certainty, the venom laced in every syllable—made my blood run cold.“My father isn’t a murderer,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “He wouldn’t—”Jade tilted her head, her expression almost pitying. “You didn’t think he was a con artist either, and guess what. He went to prison.” She took a step forward, closing the distance between us. “Your father destroyed families, Florence. Do you think he was just some poor businessman who got caught in a bad deal? No. He was a criminal. He scammed half of this city and left people ruined. People who worked for Whitehill International. People who invested in him. And my parents—”Her voice caught for just a second, but she pushed through. “They lost everything because of him. And because of that, they died.”I searched her face,
FLORENCE’S POVThe familiar scent of roses, warm wood, and leather hit me the moment I stepped into the Amora studio. Everything about this place was pristine, from the perfectly arranged bolts of fabric to the soft hum of designers at work in the back. My mother barely glanced at me as I entered, too absorbed in the final adjustments of the dress.Jade was already standing on the fitting pedestal, bathed in soft lighting, draped in the most exquisite gown I had ever seen.The bodice was a sculpted masterpiece, corseted with shimmery, pearlized fabric. The sleeves, sheer and weightless, were decorated with delicate strands of crystal-beaded embroidery, cascading down her arms like bioluminescent waves. But it was the skirt that stole the show—layers upon layers of structured organza and silk, stitched with reflective filaments that gleamed under the light, creating the illusion of rippling water as she moved. She looked exactly as she always wanted to—untouchable. A queen in a worl