NATHAN’S POVIt was Saturday, and I found myself pacing around my new apartment, but no amount of comfort from its wide space and exclusive decor could calm down the chaos inside me.The apartment was two- bedrooms with high ceilings and large windows that offered a clear view of the neighborhood and of nature.Coming here was supposed to bring me peace. After all, I had moved out of my parents' house for space….mental space. Yet, here I was, wearing a loose T-shirt and jeans, trying to relax on the sleek, gray couch, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. The new sense of independence didn’t bring clarity. If anything, it just amplified the questions swirling in my mind.And at the center of this chaos was Lilian.We had agreed to stay friends... just friends. But the truth was, I wasn’t sure if I had actually agreed.I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.It was like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing the jump would be terrifying but also unable to stay where I was.Then, to make m
GENERAL POVNathan pulled into the parking lot of Owen’s apartment building as the midday sun began to set.The familiar sight of Owen’s luxury sports cars lined up in neat rows caught his attention. One of them—a gleaming, creamy new model—stands out at once.“Typical Owen, always collecting something flashy.”Normally, Nathan would’ve smirked at the display, but tonight, his mind was too heavy for any amusement; he was not in a good mood.As he stepped out of his car, the warm breeze brushed against his skin.He walked across the lot, his brown shoes making soft, purposeful thuds on the pavement.When Nathan finally reached Owen’s door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand hanging in the air a little before he knocked. The first knock echoed through the quiet hallways. And was followed by silence.His brow furrowed slightly, then he knocked again, louder this time. After that, he started to hear the footsteps from inside.In a few seconds, the door creaked open, and Owen appeared
ISABELLA’S POVThe plane landed with a soft jolt, and the engines slowly quieted as we taxied to a stop. I sat back for a moment, taking in the last fragrance of peace from our vacation. I still couldn't believe I had almost said no to this trip, almost convinced myself I didn't have time. But thanks to God, Michael had been persuasive, and now I couldn't imagine missing those sunlit mornings, the quiet walks along the shore, the food, and, of course, the rare luxury of our time together. I would've loved to extend it just a little longer. But reality had other plans.Yesterday, my assistant Claire had messaged me.and had sounded really urgent, as always. There was a patient in critical condition at the hospital. A middle-aged woman with a ruptured aneurysm, hanging on by a thread.They needed me, specifically. No one else could perform the delicate surgery required. There was no refusing this call. So with no other choice, we had to put an end to the vacation.The plane doors
MICHAEL’S POVThe glass doors of the hospital entrance slid shut behind me, and for a moment, I just stood there, watching Isabella disappear into the corridors of the Thompson's hospital. As I pulled out of the lot, the early afternoon sun hung low.I shifted in my seat to readjust and steer better.The Thompson's hospital fell away in my rearview mirror, and I tried to focus on the road ahead on the short drive to the office, but my mind kept drifting back to Opraxin.It had been on my mind for days, no longer than that.Ever since I signed off on its release, I couldn’t shake the unease.At first, I would chalk it up to nerves—the usual jitters of launching something new. But that feeling hadn’t left me. It doubled on the day I proposed to Isabella.I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My features were sharper in the fading light.My brow furrowed, and I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to ease the tension there.Something wasn’t right. My PA Shawn had brought it
GENERAL POVNathan sat slouched in his leather chair, the dim light of his office lamp casting a pale glow over his tired face. His elbow was resting on the arm of the chair, his hand absently rubbing his chin, his gaze locked on the blank wall across from him. The weight of Owen’s words hung heavy in his mind. “Find out if Lilian still has feelings for you.”But how? And what if it all went wrong? What if she hated him for trying?The thought disturbed him, twisting his insides with uncertainty. His foot was tapping nervously against the floor, a rhythm he wasn’t conscious of but couldn’t stop.He exhaled slowly, his shoulders rising and falling as the anxiety in his chest tightened. He knew Owen had a point, but it didn’t make the situation any easier. What if she’s moved on? What if this is a mistake? The questions ran circles in his head, leaving him dizzy and trapped.His eyes glazed over, staring into space for what felt like hours, before the sound of his own breath breaki
GENERAL POVNathan’s world slowed to a crawl as the pain on Lilian's face became more vivid.He was as angry as he was hurt. His chest tightened, his heart giving out this ache. in a way he hadn’t expected. "Lilian…" His voice was now full of desperation.He lifted her chin ever so slightly, tilting her face toward his own, forcing her to meet his gaze.“Who did this to you?”His voice cracked under the weight of the question, fear and fury bubbling beneath the surface.In the silence, he was trying to make sense of the situation. It couldn’t have been her parents, he thought. He knew they were distant but not violent. He had seen enough to know they wouldn’t do this.But who then? His mind spiraled through every possible scenario until one name, like a sharp blade, pierced through his thoughts. His entire body stiffened as the realization struck him.Then he parted his lips.“Was it Marcus?” His tone was in a whisper, as if saying the name aloud might make the truth unbearable
MICHAEL’S POVI dropped the phone and I sat behind my desk after the call with Owen. My jaw was locked, and my mind was just too occupied to think about anything other than who I was thinking about before the call came in.The same person I was waiting to come in any second from now... Robert Carlisle, I needed to hear his side of the story; I needed to know what his intentions were. Only then would I be able to form an opinion on what this was really about.I glared at the door, waiting for him to walk through. And soon, I heard the knock instantly, followed by the door creaking open with a soft click.Mr. Carlisle strolled in as if he had all the time in the world. Very calm and collected. He didn’t even bother to look at me as he shut the door behind him. The smile he wore was casual, almost lazy, like he had just walked into a coffee shop for a chat.“Michael,” he called. After then he just sank into the chair across from me like he belonged there, crossing one leg over the o
MICHAEL’S POVThe next morning, I arrived at the Harrington mansion with Isabella by my side. As we made our way through the enormous front door,Isabella squeezed my hand briefly as if sensing the tension behind the mask of calmness I was wearing.We stepped into the grand sitting room that opened before us.The ceilings were so high up, and the windows were about the largest I had seen for a living space.The decor was a testament to the wealth and taste of the owners, from the oversized couches to the tall walls adorned with art.The space felt too formal, too imposing, as if the furniture itself were watching us.Nathan and Owen were already seated alongside their mother, Minister Sophie Harrigton, her poised figure wrapped in a modest but elegant dress. It was Owen who spotted us first, lifting his head with that easy, warm expression that was always so hard to take seriously."Look who’s finally made it." Owen said with a casual smile, his voice breaking the stillness.At his
ISABELLA'S POVA year had passed since our wedding ceremony, and as expected, so much had changed. And this change began from where we had chosen to start a family.A towering off white mansion.It was everything we had dreamed of as a couple: It really made the experience feel like what it was called—exactly settling down.Think about the spaciousness; think about meaningful layout. It was just perfect.However, our new home was one out of many of the positive developments. My career as the “Phantom Medic” had soared in ways I hadn’t thought possible. Over the past year, I could no longer count the number of lives, performing surgeries that others deemed initially impossible had saved.My renown had grown by twice, not just as a surgeon but as an advocate. Remember the foundation I had fought so hard to establish? It had also grown to become a beacon for research into rare diseases, and that had been a deeply personal mission born out of my own health struggles... my near-death
ISABELLA'S POVThree weeks had passed, and it felt like a lifetime since everything had come together so perfectly. I was standing at the entrance of the outdoor venue of Augustine's parish, it was the same church my maternal grandfather currently attended.The garden was so, so breathtaking.The large hall adjacent to the garden was filled up with family, friends and well wishers.The groom boy, Michael, my grandparents, cheerful as always, was sitting proudly among executives from his family's company. His own family mingled with the guests, their smiles radiating pride. My parents, always a picture of grace, were seated in the front row. My dad, Elliot Harrington, was wearing a navy blue suit that complimented his tall frame, while my mother looked radiant in an elegant gown. Owen and Nathan, my loving brothers, sat beside them. Owen, always the typical charmer that he was, wore a fitted burgundy suit.While Nathan opted for a classic black tuxedo, looking more reserved than
MICHAEL’S POVMy grandparent’s large living room felt like a theater of looming judgment this afternoon.Every seat was occupied, and none of us was sitting with ease. It was like we all had fire under our buttocks.At the head of the room, Grandpa Howard sat, his large frame rigid in his high-backed chair, his normal face was a mask of barely contained rage, lips pursed, eyes narrowed. He gripped the armrests, staring at Elsa, who, as usual, was sitting in the far corner of the room; this time, she was avoiding his gaze like it would burn her alive.Her posture was stiff, hands clenched tightly in her lap, her eyes moving about in every direction but Grandpa’s.I found myself also mirroring Grandpa’s expression, the same fire in my own eyes.I could feel my parents sitting on either side of me, their faces drawn tight with disgust, eyes locked on Elsa.My mother’s lips were twisted, and my father’s fingers twitched as though ready to lash out at any moment. The only person who wasn
ISABELLA’S POVI was sitting on my couch that afternoon, my TV tuned on some spaces away. The live broadcast had been on for nearly an hour, but my focus hadn’t wavered. There on the screen was Michael, seated among the press, his expression calm but resolute, just as we had rehearsed together the night before. His dark suit was perfectly tailored, and his eyes were sharp. Michael sat in the center of the long table, surrounded by journalists whose pens moved rapidly across their notepads, eager to catch every word.His posture was upright, shoulders squared, but I could of course feel the tension he bore.I leaned forward on the couch as Michael began speaking, his voice strong and unwavering despite the gravity of what he was about to expose."After months of working with Robert Carlisle, I’ve uncovered disturbing truths." Michael began, his voice steady but his eyes darkening with emotion."I discovered that he’s been altering the properties of our product to make it more addict
GENERAL POVOwen stood in front of the full-length mirror, tightening his tie with slow, deliberate movements. His reflection stared back.He brushed a few wrinkles from his collar, muttering under his breath, ticking off the list of meetings and cover-ups waiting for him at the office. After some time of thinking about the office and where he had to be, the same old thoughts crept back, uninvited and heavy.The same old sense of discomfort he had tried to bury for days now…his tangled feelings for Claire.Came yet again.However, his thought pattern was a little different this time.For reasons he couldn't explain, the scene from that fateful night replayed in his head.He had gone to meet her, intent on laying everything out his feelings, urge to speak his mind only to find her in the VIP section, lips locked with another man. Owen had frozen, his eyes startled and alarmed.But thinking about it now, what had haunted him more than the betrayal was actually her reaction. Claire ha
ISABELLA'S POVI sat at the edge of my couch, my mind a storm of thoughts.It's been three days. Three days since I’d stormed out of Scarlett’s place, a trip of reconciliation that had quickly developed into something else I didn't bargain for.Now, it was followed by her trying to reach out to me, forwarding. desperate and pleading in the text messages...I had ignored them all, as if refusing to acknowledge them would make the gnawing suspicion less real.My gaze drifted out of the window. Inside me, there was only a deepening gloom. The things I had seen that day, the contracts with Xander, strange inconsistencies in Scarlett’s defense—it had all begun to fester like an open wound.No, something isn’t right. The words escaped my lips in a low murmur, barely audible.I needed answers. And I needed them now. I picked up my phone, quickly dialing Claire’s number and agitation in my veins.“Good morning, Dr. Isabella,” Claire’s voice greeted me, bright and efficient as always.“Morn
MICHAEL’S POV The moment I stepped into the club,music hit me, vibrating floors dim lights, charged atmosphere…name it. I paused just inside the entrance, scanning the room casually, my eyes adjusting to the low lighting as I searched for Owen. We had agreed to meet here. The club was one of those exclusive spots, packed with people who knew they were being watched but pretended otherwise. As I looked around, I saw a few groups clustered in private booths, laughter merged with the hum of conversation, while some others wriggled their tiny waists on the dance floor. Taking a breath, I made my way in, walking slowly and moving through the crowd, my hands brushing past people’s shoulders. Owen would be waiting in the VIP section, and I needed not to rush to get there. However, the urgency of what brought me drove me. The VIP area was cordoned off by a velvet rope, guarded by a bouncer who gave me a curt nod of recognition before unhooking the rope. I slipped past without a
ISABELLA'S POVNathan had shared with me how Scarlett had been visiting him of late, lingering too long at his door, just enough to stir old wounds. And even reaching out to the estate security personnel whenever he wasn't around. At least it showed a level of desperation on her part. And that was why I was on my way there today.Despite the hurt, part of me hoped we could still talk this out. Even though restoring her back into his life wouldn't be all that possible.But we could still arrive at something that works. Just like James and I had done.After all, we had been friends for years. All I wanted was a hint of remorse from her, an acknowledgment of the line she had crossed.As I parked in front of the gallery, the emptiness of the space mirrored the hollow feeling in my chest. The lights were off, the windows dark, and not a soul in sight. I stood for a moment, staring at the locked door, a quiet sigh escaping my lips. So, she wasn’t here. And perhaps indoors or something
GENERAL POVOwen pushed the door to his apartment and entered.He shut the door softly behind him, pausing for a second, as though leaving the world outside was not quite enough.He moved with slow, deliberate steps, crossing the room with a weariness that had become second nature to him over the past few days.His face was hard to read; his brows were slightly drawn, lost in thought.When Owen reached his bedroom, he stopped at the center of the room, standing there as though uncertain of what to do next.His eyes were scanning the space, landing on nothing in particular, and for a long moment, he didn’t move.The room felt too big, too empty. It swallowed him whole.With a heavy sigh, his hand reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one, slowly. The fabric fell away from his body, and he carelessly tossed it onto the bed. He stood shirtless and then made to sit down on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely as his head hung low.For day