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
FLORENCE’S POVAnnalise pulled me into her apartment, immediately ushering me to sit on her couch while she grabbed a first aid kit.“Flo, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, crouching in front of me, her brows furrowed in concern.I nodded numbly.She wasn’t convinced. “You just got into a fight with your psycho ex, got thrown into a police station, and had to deal with Mason and Jade at the same time. And you’re telling me you’re fine?”I didn’t want to talk about it. Lately, it felt like all I did was complain about Mason. Wasn’t the divorce supposed to end all that? When was my past going to stop haunting me? “I’m telling you. I’m fine.” I said. Annalise sat on the couch next to me, waiting. “I just… I feel stupid. He said he wanted to pick me up from work, and it gave me a tiny bit of hope that things were changing. And then he pulled up with Jade. Again.” Annalise’s lips pressed together, her expression unreadable.“I was a fool,” I murmured, shaking my head. “Still clingi
FLORENCE’S POV“Are you Carmen?”The voice was excited, eager.I turned around to find a young man, early twenties at most, staring at me like I was a celebrity. His dark brown hair was slightly tousled, his camera strap slung casually over his shoulder.I blinked, thrown off by the name. “I think you’re mistaking me for someone else.”His face fell for half a second before brightening again. “Wait… Florence? Florence Hart?”I stiffened slightly. I knew what was coming next.“Yeah,” I said cautiously.His eyes widened. “Oh. Wow. Rumors about you have been everywhere.”There it was.I inwardly braced myself for the inevitable onslaught of assumptions, invasive questions, and veiled (or not-so-veiled) insults.But instead, his expression softened. “I don’t believe all that garbage online, by the way. People love tearing others down for sport. Honestly, I think it’s cool that you’re focusing on your career.”I blinked at him. “You… don’t think I was just after Mason’s money?”He scoffed.
FLORENCE’S POVThe moment I stepped into the meeting room, I felt my patience evaporate.Jade, dressed in an elegant fitted dress and heels, sat at the table, flipping through documents like she belonged in the office. Beside her, a massive bouquet of deep red roses rested on the table, their sweet scent filling the air.Blake was already seated across from her, arms crossed, looking as unimpressed as I felt.Jade glanced up and smiled. “Oh, you’re here! Perfect timing. I wanted to share some exciting news.”I didn’t bother responding. I simply took my seat and opened my laptop.She set down the papers in her hands with an air of importance. “Mason has asked me to host the Eternity-Amora fashion show.”The words hit like a slap.I knew Mason still cared about his company’s public image, but giving Jade the role of host? He had plenty of actual professionals to choose from—why her?Blake let out an exaggerated sigh. “Amazing. Another variable added to the mix.”Jade ignored her, turnin
FLORENCE’S POVAnnalise’s voice was still sharp with frustration as we walked toward the restaurant.“I literally yelled at Clarke when he told me.” She folded her arms, clearly still annoyed. “And then I called him an arrogant asshole, which—let’s be honest—he kind of is.”I laughed. “Did he take it well?”“Oh, absolutely not,” she said, flipping her hair. “He tried to be all high-and-mighty, saying ‘it was for Florence’s own good.’ As if forcing you into a divorce was some noble act.”“I thought you wanted me to leave Mason!” I said, now slightly confused. “Yes, I wanted you to leave him. I didn’t want someone forcing you to do it!” I sighed, shaking my head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”“Doesn’t it?” Annalise asked. “You’re really telling me you don’t care?”I stopped walking and looked at her. “I’m telling you that I want to move on.”Her eyes softened. Then she looped her arm through mine. “Well, in that case, you definitely need a treat. I found this new restaurant that’s all
MASON’S POVMy lawyers wrapped up Flynn’s case within hours of me being back home. The website was taken down, the photos were removed, and he was blacklisted from every major media outlet. I made sure of that.Flynn wouldn’t be able to use his camera as a weapon against another person again.But despite handling everything, I didn’t feel calm. I could only picture Florence storming out. She wasn’t answering my texts or picking up calls, which made me feel small and helpless. But Jade? I was having the opposite problem. Once again, my phone buzzed and, hoping it was Florence, I opened it up eagerly. It was yet another selfie from Jade… in a bathtub drowning in foam, candles all around her. The message read: “Waiting for your answer! I’ll be patient!”If this were eight years ago, I’d run to her, no questions asked. I would somersault my way there, sing and dance out of sheer joy. But right now, this was a nuisance. She was making things so much worse. I simply ignored her text. W
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
FLORENCE’S POVWork had been smoother ever since the whole fiasco with Hazel and Selene.Maybe it was paranoia, or maybe it was just plain common sense, but Hazel had learned her lesson. She was more careful now, more reserved. She had been given a second chance, and she wasn’t going to waste it.Selene, on the other hand, had been fired.Blake had taken it harder than I expected. I knew she hadn’t encouraged Selene to leak information, but the betrayal still stung her. She had pulled me aside after the meeting and sighed.“If we can’t even trust the people on our own team, what the hell are we doing here?” she had muttered.Raiden agreed.Selene was given a moderately good letter of recommendation and thrown out that same day. ***I arrived at the garden venue in the afternoon to check on the layout and the construction of some of the installations we had designed. I watched the workers adjust lighting placements, run cables, and assemble decorative archways. All the designs in my p