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FLORENCE’S POVI stood frozen in the hospital lobby, my lungs refusing to work properly. The antiseptic hospital air burned my throat. My fingers trembled at my sides, still seeing the blood across Mason’s face, the way his shattered gaze had locked onto mine—“Do you want to stay here?” Raiden’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I nodded, unable to speak. “Flo, are you okay?” Raiden’s concern was palpable, his hand steady on my shoulder.The world seemed to spin a little faster, my heart racing as I tried to process the flood of emotions. My knees felt weak, and suddenly, the hospital corridor felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic.“I—” My voice broke, and without warning, my breathing quickened, panic clawing its way up my throat.Seeing my distress, Raiden quickly guided me to a quieter seating area, away from the prying eyes. He handed me a cup of water, his eyes never leaving mine. “Take slow breaths, Flo. It’s going to be okay.”I took a sip, the cool wat
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FLORENCE’S POVThe tension in the hospital corridor was palpable, thickening the already heavy air. Melissa Whitehill’s voice, sharp and accusing, cut through the silence of the corridor. “What is SHE doing here?” she demanded, pointing directly at me while glaring at Jade.Clarke, less accusatory but equally puzzled, followed up with a concerned, “Flo?”The Whitehills’ reception was as cold as the sterile walls of the hospital and also completely unsurprising. Howard and Melissa exchanged looks, a silent conversation passing between them.Melissa’s voice rose, her words laced with venom. “This accident happened because of you. Since you have left him, Mason has been a shadow of himself, destroying his company image, his own image—acting the fool.” Her glare intensified, pinning me like an insect under a microscope.“And now, you have the audacity to turn up here as if you care,” she finished. “I—”“Thank god Jade is at least in his corner,” Howard chimed in. “Because you certainly
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FLORENCE’S POVI hadn’t even realized we’d spent the whole night at the hospital.It was 8 AM by the time Raiden finally walked me to my apartment door. Exhaustion had fully settled into my bones, making every step feel heavy.He stood by as I unlocked the door, patiently waiting until I stepped inside.“I wish I could stay with you all day,” he started, leaning against the door frame, concern clear on his face. “But there's a board meeting—”I waved away his worry quickly. “No, of course, you should go! I just need a shower and I'll be back in the office today!”Raiden frowned. “Florence. You can't be serious.”“I've been gone almost a week,” I insisted stubbornly. “Blackwood must be falling apart without me.”He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Well, you're right. It's an absolute mess.”“See?” I smiled triumphantly. “All the more reason I need to get back.”He gave me a stern look, suddenly firm. “No, Flo. It can wait. One more day.”“But—”“No buts.” His voice was gentle yet un
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FLORENCE’S POVTwo weeks had passed since the night I saw Mason wheeled into the emergency room. Two weeks of desperately trying not to think about it, not to wonder if he was okay, and failing miserably at both.I knew I should leave it alone. Mason had made his choice, and it wasn’t me. He picked Jade—the woman he had always loved—and worrying about him made me feel foolish. Why was I torturing myself over someone who clearly didn’t want me in his life? It felt pathetic.But logic didn’t silence my heart. Despite my efforts, Mason’s face, bloodied and helpless, haunted my thoughts. What if he was still hurt? What if his injuries were worse than I knew?“No,” I whispered aloud in my empty apartment. “Stop it, Florence.”Yet my fingers reached for my phone before I could stop myself. I scrolled to Clarke’s name and called.He answered almost immediately. “Flo?”“Hi, Clarke,” I said softly, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. “I’m sorry to bother you… but I—I just wanted to check
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MASON’S POVI woke up to soft, warm lights and the sharp smell of antiseptic soap. It was a private hospital suite—expensive, sterile, and utterly empty. It offered me no comfort at all.The only comfort I wanted—the only one who mattered—wasn’t there.Florence.Her name shot through my mind, waking me fully. My pulse quickened. Memories flooded back, a painful, overwhelming rush: Florence’s golden hair spilling from the body bag, Daniel’s cruel grin, and the crash… And then Florence at the hospital—alive.She was alive. Safe. Not dead like Daniel had wanted me to believe.But she was with Raiden.A dull ache bloomed deep in my chest, as vivid now as it had been in that hospital corridor. Raiden’s protective arm around her waist, her wide-eyed shock at seeing me—her hair, unevenly chopped as though someone had butchered it out of spite.Daniel.I clenched my fists, anger surging through my weakened body. It finally clicked together: Daniel had staged everything. He had never truly me
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MASON’S POVI don’t remember when I fell asleep. The last clear memory I had was of Dr. Khatri checking on me late in the evening, his face a blend of concern and weary resignation as he updated my chart and adjusted my IV. Sometime after that, another doctor—a face I didn’t recognize—came in to examine my wounds while a nurse, quiet and efficient, changed my bandages. The new doctor’s hands were cold but gentle, probing the bruised and tender areas along my ribs and arms. Once the nurse finished, the doctor administered an injection that sent a wave of drowsiness washing over me, pulling me down into a restless sleep.***Whenever I was conscious, I found myself reaching for my phone with what little strength I had. Each time I typed out a message to Florence, my heart squeezed tight with a mixture of hope and dread. But there was never any reply. After the first three days of silence, I stopped trying. It became clear that she didn’t want to talk to me. The realization stung bi
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MASON’S POVA week had passed since my family declared their intention to fold Eternity into Whitehill International. When the day came to vote, I knew it was just a formality because the decision had already been made behind closed doors. I entered the boardroom, a space I had meticulously designed down to the very grain of the oak table and the plushness of the leather chairs. In fact, every detail in the entire office was my vision. From the boardrooms and conference rooms to the breakroom and bathrooms, I had picked the tiles, the wallpapers, the furniture, all by myself. Not because I had to but because it made me proud to call something my own. And in that very office… I was doing to see it all disappear. Like a giant, arrogant whale swallowing a merry fish. As I took my seat, heavily medicated to manage the pain, I watched the board members file in. Their faces were a mix of sympathy and stern resolve. Again… I told myself it has all been decided. But somewhere in me,
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FLORENCE’S POVAfter Daniel had tossed my phone out of his speeding car, I’d spent weeks living like someone from the early 2000s. I had purchased a flip phone, the simplest thing available—nothing but calls and texts. At first, it had felt refreshing. Only Raiden and Annalise knew the number, and it was nice to disconnect from the chaos of social media.But now, reality was calling. Raiden helped me reclaim my old number, and as I sat down at the café to switch on my brand-new phone, messages flooded in. Notifications bombarded my screen, one after the other.Most were from Mason.My heart caught in my throat as I scrolled through the messages he’d sent when I was kidnapped:Flo, where are you?? Are you safe? Please answer me.Florence, please reply. Jade told me what happened. I swear I’ll find you.God, Flo, please just let me know you’re alive.I’m so sorry for everything. If I lose you, I’ll never forgive myself.Reading those words, raw and desperate, sent an uncomfortable ach
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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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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
