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FLORENCE’S POVI stood frozen in disbelief, staring at Clarke Whitehill’s stunned face covered in dripping custard pie. The usually composed, effortlessly arrogant Clarke was now a spectacle—pie crust crumbling from his designer suit, cream smeared across his jaw, disbelief etched deeply into his features.My gaze swung quickly to Annalise. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling sharply, the delicate lines of her face twisted with anger and humiliation. Annalise was many things—fiery, loyal, brutally honest—but she wasn’t reckless. If she’d just shoved an entire dessert into the face of one of the most powerful men in the city, there had to be an incredibly good reason. And if my experiences with Mason were anything to go by, I knew exactly how frustrating the Whitehill men could be.The music faltered, fading into stunned silence. Guests turned toward the spectacle, whispers rippling through the crowd. Phone cameras rose subtly; eyes widened with shock and amusement.T
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JADE’S POVI wasn’t supposed to be invisible.But somehow, Florence Hart had managed to do what no one else had: make me feel small. Again.When Mason ran after her during my birthday, I’d told myself it was temporary. Mason was always more emotional than he let on. That made him easy to sway. That also made it hard to keep in one place. I had accepted that and decided to keep trying. But at the fashion show, when I tried again—standing on stage, the lights warming my skin, the cameras waiting—my mic had been cut. Florence had ruined things again.I’d smiled through it. The crowd didn’t notice, but I saw her by the control booth, whispering to a sound tech with a headset.She didn’t even flinch.I was furious.Backstage was chaos—models rushing for final fittings, photographers barking orders, assistants buzzing with last-minute panic—but all I saw was red.I tore off my heels and stormed toward the dressing area, planning to give her a piece of my mind. Instead, I nearly collided
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MASON’S POVThe interviews were finally over.My jaw ached from smiling, my collar felt like a noose, and my head was still spinning from Florence’s final words to me. I wasn’t sure what burned worse—the look in her eyes when she told me I wasn’t hers anymore, or the press eating it up like I’d just made a PR proposal instead of a personal one.I stepped out of the media tent and into the night, unbuttoning the top of my shirt as I walked. The air had cooled down, crisp and quiet in contrast to the chaos that had unfolded only an hour ago. The party was winding down, but a few guests still mingled under the last strings of fairy lights and half-empty champagne towers.I just wanted a minute to breathe.But peace was short-lived.Across the dimly lit lawn, near the now-empty runway, I saw them: my parents, Clarke, and Clarke’s new fiancée—still standing together, laughing, murmuring, sharing smug glances like they’d won something.I cursed under my breath. Of course they were still her
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FLORENCE’S POVThe world was a blur of passing streetlights and engine growls.My head pounded. My wrists ached.I blinked through the haze, blinking faster as the realization settled like ice in my veins.I was in a car.My hands were free now, but only barely. Rope burns marked my skin, and every muscle in my body screamed with discomfort.Daniel Lockwood sat in the driver’s seat, humming to himself as if he hadn’t just gotten two goons to kidnap me and put me in his car. “Where…” I croaked, my throat dry. “Where are we going?”He didn’t look at me. Just reached forward and turned the volume knob on the stereo until the music faded into silence.I shifted slightly, hoping I could reach into my dress pocket for my phone. My fingers brushed against it—thank God—until, in a flash, Daniel’s hand reached across the center console and snatched it away from me.“Nope,” he said, voice almost cheerful. He rolled down the window and tossed it out without a second glance.The doors locked wit
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FLORENCE’S POVThe car slowed, tires crunching over gravel as we turned into a long, tree-lined driveway. Through the gaps in the thick woods, I caught glimpses of what looked like an old, sprawling estate.And then it came into full view: a classic English-style villa, tucked away like something from a gothic novel. Stone façade, ivy creeping up the sides, dark windows that reflected nothing. It was beautiful in the way a haunted house was beautiful—elegant, timeless, and absolutely terrifying.I would have been excited if I weren’t terrified to my bones. The car came to a stop.My heart pounded as one of the men who’d kidnapped me stepped forward and yanked my door open. I barely had time to think before he grabbed me and hoisted me over his shoulder like I was luggage.“Let go of me!” I screamed, kicking. My ankles were still tied, and one of my shoes flew off into the bushes. I lost my balance mid-kick and nearly slammed into the ground.Daniel’s voice rang out behind me. Amused.
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FLORENCE’S POVThe gravel crunched under my steps as I neared the wrought-iron gate, heart pounding with every movement.I could see it properly now—an old side entrance, rusted slightly, barely hanging straight on its hinges. Freedom was right there. My breath came in short gasps, my legs still shaky from the jump and sprint, but I didn’t stop.And then I did.Daniel Lockwood was already there.He leaned against the rusted iron frame with that same infuriating calmness—hands in his trouser pockets, one ankle lazily crossed over the other. His expression was utterly unreadable… except for the slight smirk tugging at his mouth.“Well well,” he stood up straight and walked over to me. “Have to say, I’m surprised!” My stomach dropped.The woman. She’d pointed me here. She’d told me to run.I was too exhausted to think about the betrayal. Out of curiosity, I spied the watch on Daniel’s wrist… 2:25AM. I sighed. “What was the plan anyway?” he asked, standing up straight and walking back
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FLORENCE’S POVThree days.Three whole days had passed.It wasn’t the kind of captivity that bruised your body. No chains. No cells. No screaming.It was the kind that bruised your mind. Slowly. Quietly. Like a whisper brushing past your ear at night and refusing to leave.I didn’t have a phone. Daniel didn’t bring updates.Which could only mean one thing.Mason had chosen Jade. That’s why I was still here. That was why I was still walking barefoot across antique rugs and sipping lukewarm tea with Daniel Lockwood’s mother while the rest of the world moved on.I tried not to be surprised.But I still was.With too much free time in the big, empty house, my mind drifted to places I didn’t want to revisit. Like one time, when we were fifteen. I had begged Mason for weeks to come with me to the summer fair—just once, just for one night. He’d promised me he would. He said he would pick me up, and we’d go together, just him and I. Jade didn’t care for fairs anyway; she was more the type
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FLORENCE’S POVFive days.Five days of captivity cloaked in luxury.Daniel had kept his distance, offering nothing but vague greetings and indifferent smiles whenever we crossed paths. It seemed my attempted escape had somehow earned his respect, giving me free rein within the villa’s walls.But freedom behind locked gates was hardly freedom at all.My days had settled into a strange, dreamlike routine. Morning sunlight spilling over polished marble, afternoon teas set upon delicate porcelain, and restless nights spent staring at moonlight pooling through heavy curtains. It was maddening—the constant luxury and comfort twisted into something oppressive.And yet, amidst the fear and uncertainty, there was one surprising comfort.Daniel’s mother. Margaret. She couldn’t speak or move much, confined to her wheelchair. Yet, her expressive eyes spoke so much, filled with warmth and sadness in equal measure. It took me two days to notice how often she glanced longingly at the bookshelves l
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