MASON’S POVI stiffened. Jade hadn’t even been back in public for a week, and she was being targeted already? Why? I decided to shift the topic. “Was anything taken?” “Yes…” “What?” She swallowed, looking genuinely shaken. “A design draft for the dress I was supposed to wear to the upcoming fashion show next month. You know… for Urbanite’s big event.”For a moment, I exhaled. It was just a draft, not even a finished piece. “Jade, that’s not exactly—”“But someone came in here looking for it!” she interrupted, her voice urgent. “It means someone wanted to sabotage the show.”“That doesn’t make sense. If this was about you, they would’ve taken something way more valuable—jewelry, personal belongings, money. But they didn’t. Which means…”“This isn’t about me,” she finished.I nodded. “This was meant to send me a message.”Jade bit her lip, hesitating. “Mason… there’s something else.”I raised a brow.“A few days ago, I got a call from Lockwood International. They asked me to reconsi
FLORENCE’S POVThe hospital air was crisp and sterile, the scent of disinfectant lingering in my nose as I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for discharge papers. My body ached, my mind even more so. Last night’s revelations still clung to me like the smell of cheap alcohol after a long night of drinking. The door to my suite swung open, and Annalise stormed in like a hurricane.“Are you kidding me?” she demanded, throwing her purse onto the chair. “Your husband left you alone at the hospital after he swung at you during a childish fight? What kind of garbage human does that?”Raiden followed behind, his expression unreadable, holding an ice pack to his jaw. “Where the hell is he?” Annalise demanded. “Jade.” was all I could say. She grit her teeth in annoyance. If Mason were here, she would have charged at him herself.“You need to ditch him and be with someone who actually cares about you,” she said.My eyes widened. Who did she mean? “Annalise.” I stood up, steadying myself.
FLORENCE’S POVThe energy at the studio buzzed with controlled chaos, assistants running back and forth, background models adjusting their outfits, and cameras flashing nonstop.I arrived with Blake, carrying the props and materials we had painstakingly gathered for today’s shoot. This feature was critical for Catwalk Magazine, and Annalise had put her blood, sweat, and tears to make it happen. I wasn’t about to let anything go wrong.As we entered, I spotted Carmen, the lead model, already in the middle of a conversation with her makeup artist. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her… it was almost like looking in a mirror. Except she was taller, her hair was thicker, and her skin looked like glass. She exuded an air of effortless elegance… and arrogance.Her sharp gaze landed on me the second I approached her entourage. Without a word, she reached out and snatched the briefing book from my hands.“We don’t need you,” she said dismissively, flipping through the pages with a bored
FLORENCE’S POVMy breath caught in my throat.Emily?I hadn’t heard the name in so long that I’d almost forgotten it. But she wasn’t even Emily anymore… she was Carmen. Emily smirked, watching the realization dawn on me. “Finally figured it out?”I could barely nod. My thoughts tangled, flashing back to memories I hadn’t touched in years.My parents’ divorce had been a brutal one. Messy. Ugly. Final. I remembered my mother grabbing Emily’s arm and pulling her with her when she left my father. I remembered Emily screaming and crying. I remembered feeling bitter that Mum didn’t take me with them. And now… god knows how many years later… here she was under a different name. Was she hiding? Was she trying to escape something? The man beside her chuckled, breaking the silence. “You two are sisters? That makes this even easier.”Emily laughed. “Flo… meet my boyfriend. Daniel Lockwood.” I’d recall that name anywhere. Lockwood. The direct competitors of Whitehill International. Mason’s a
FLORENCE’S POVThe VIP booth Daniel had booked at the club was lined with 20 bottles of premium liquor. I couldn’t figure out if he really meant to poison me with copious amounts of alcohol or was testing my resolve. Yes, maybe Mason hadn’t been the best husband. Maybe he could have been kinder, gentler… more present. But I couldn’t betray him. And somewhere in me… I still loved him. I would take even this bullet for him. Daniel leaned back, arms crossed, watching me expectantly. Emily smirked, her lips curling as if she knew I wouldn’t go through with it.I grabbed a bottle and twisted the cap off, the sharp scent of whiskey burning my nostrils. Without hesitation, I tilted my head back and downed the entire thing. I felt some of it dribble down my chin while the rest burned my throat. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to give Daniel the satisfaction. As I slammed the empty bottle down on the table, I noticed Daniel’s face: surprise. And… a little impressed? “Well, well. I under
MASON’S POVI stared at the headline flashing on my phone screen:Whitehill Family In Turmoil, Future of Eternity Group Foggy.The article was relentless. It hit on my strained relationship with my family and painted a picture of a business propped up by my parents’ wealth, claiming that without their financial support, Eternity Group would fall. It even speculated that my older brother, Clarke, would reclaim control of the family fortune and cast me out. And what hurt the most was a lot of it was factual. But only the people closest to me would have known that. I reached the end of the article when I got a call from my assistant. “Hi, Candace. Please tell me you have something useful.”“The board is demanding an urgent meeting to discuss stock prices,” she said. “They’ve been dropping since the article.” “Yeah, I’m not surprised. Schedule it for this afternoon.” “Already done.”“And Candance?” “Yes, sir?”“Find out who did this.” ***When I walked into the conference room, 12
MASON’S POVI closed my eyes for a brief second, exhaling slowly.I knew Florence and her sister weren’t close—hell, Florence never even mentioned her. Vague memories of Emily sitting in the Hart living room or walking around school pricked at me, but nothing was concrete. This didn’t prove much… but Jade’s sudden return, the bug in my room, the media leak, and Daniel showing up… Florence was in the middle of all of it. I hated not knowing things.“There’s something else…” she said. “What?”She simply handed me her tablet with a website open… the website claiming Eternity was entirely propped up by Whitehill Industries. I hated the idea of Florence, once again, waking up alone. But this was critical… “We need to go. Now.” I told my secretary. “Call the car.” ***After the board meeting in the afternoon, I decided to have a quiet lunch and think over strategies when my phone rudely interrupted me. Raiden’s name flashed on the screen. I clenched my jaw and almost ignored it.Alm
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
FLORENCE’S POVOnce Emily confirmed she was okay with doing the nude shoot—completely on her terms, no pressure—we got to work.It wasn’t even sunrise yet when I sent the first text, barely able to feel my fingers after such an emotionally wrecking night. But there was no time to sleep. We had a window—small and delicate—and I was determined to help her step through it.I remembered an art director I’d met at Fashion Week just a few days ago. French, sharp, and wildly creative, she’d shown me a campaign she did for a sustainable lingerie brand that felt more like a gallery exhibit than an ad. I’d tucked her number into my phone, not thinking I’d need it anytime soon.Now I was dialing with barely a second thought.Her response came in instantly.Florence? Mon dieu, I would die to work with you.I didn’t even need to explain much—just that it would be raw, elegant, empowering, and fast. That was enough. She was in.I’d never done anything this last-minute in my life.Usually, shoots to
FLORENCE’S POVEmily stared at the wine glass in her hand like she couldn’t remember how it got there.The room had quieted now. We’d coaxed her into eating something—a small plate of pasta and a few forkfuls of salad—and poured her half a glass of red. She hadn’t said much. She wasn’t crying anymore, but the silence around her wasn’t peace. It was a void.We sat around the little dining table in her suite, lit only by the dim overhead light and the soft glow from the city outside the windows. Rosa sat beside Emily, one protective hand resting lightly on her forearm. Rosa hadn’t even met Emily before this night, but had practically adopted her by that point. I was on her other side. Across from us, Raiden had flipped open his tablet and was already in fix-it mode.“I suggest we start with the basics,” Raiden said calmly, tapping through his notes. “Natalie, you’ll need to call the police. File a formal report. The earlier we do it, the better. Even if it doesn’t lead to anything imme
FLORENCE’S POVAs soon as Rosa and I reached her studio, I immediately grabbed her laptop. My fingers shook slightly as I typed in the gossip websites, terrified of what I might find. The screen quickly filled with images, headlines, and notifications—and there it was. Exactly as Emily had said.Her nude photos were everywhere.“Oh my god…” Rosa whispered behind me, leaning closer to see the screen. “This is so messed up. What sick asshole would do something like this?” Her voice tightened, anger radiating from every word. “I swear to god, when I find him…”I took a deep breath, pushing down the panic rising in my chest. “Can you tell where these photos were taken?”Rosa squinted, carefully scanning every detail on the screen, her eyes flicking rapidly back and forth. She shook her head slowly. “Honestly? There’s no windows, doors, or distinguishing features. It’s artificial lighting and a professional backdrop. Whoever took these photos knew exactly what they were doing. It looks li
FLORENCE’S POVWe stood in silence for a few seconds, waiting. Rosa leaned in and gently pressed her ear to the door like she’d done this kind of thing before.“Anything?” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.She held her position for another beat, then pulled back. “Nope. Seems like it’s empty.”I let out a small sigh. “Okay, maybe—”“Florence?”I nearly screamed. I spun around with my whole body, stumbling back a step. My heart jumped straight into my throat.A guy with tousled curls and splattered paint on his sweatshirt stood a few feet away, carrying a canvas under one arm. His expression lit up when he saw me.“Ian,” I blurted out, instantly recognizing him.He grinned. “Wow, you remember me!”Of course I remembered him. We’d met on that yacht I was checking out for the Eternity-Amora event a few months back. He was one of the hopeful photographers trying to land a commission. He’d given me his card, a sheepish smile, and a surprisingly good portfolio. I’d meant to rea
FLORENCE’S POVMy heart thumped wildly in my chest as I immediately switched apps, fumbling slightly with my trembling fingers. My thumbs flew across the keyboard, rapidly typing a frantic message to Emily.Where are you? That pic behind you was stolen from a gallery a few nights ago??The screen glowed softly as I hit send. My throat tightened as I watched Emily’s status shift from offline to online. The little green check marks appeared, signaling that she had read the message.Seconds passed. My breath stalled in my chest.Then, abruptly, Emily’s status returned to offline.My stomach churned. It felt intentional—heavy and pointed, like a slammed door in my face.“What’s got you all stressed?” Rosa asked from across the table. Her voice startled me back into the noisy café where we’d been laughing just minutes ago.I blinked, trying to shake away the anxious haze clouding my thoughts. “It’s nothing, it’s just some silly family drama.”Rosa’s eyes brightened mischievously, her lips
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
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
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
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