Victor’s POVI stared out the window as the car rolled through the familiar streets toward my mother’s house. She’d been calling nonstop since the gala, playing her usual role of the neglected mother. “You never have time for me anymore, Victor,” she’d said on the last call, her voice sounding emoti
“Am I?” I snapped.She shrugged as if none of it mattered. “I have better things to do than sabotage your little projects or go after your no-good ex-wife.”I wasn’t buying her act. She always played innocent, even when she was knee-deep in trouble. I remembered clearly how she used to throw Aria in
Samuel’s POVI stared into my coffee cup, watching the steam curl up lazily, as I waited for my private investigator Jason to arrive. We’d agreed on this meeting in a low-key coffee shop, far from prying eyes.When Jason finally showed up, I could tell from the grim set of his jaw that the news wasn
Samuel’s POV“You can't be serious,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “All of this—just to take Victor down?”This woman wasn’t just driven by ambition—she was consumed by it. Her words echoed in my head. Take over Victor’s company. That’s what all this had been about. Not just business, but a personal ve
Aria’s POVAfter a long day at work, I gathered my things, eager to finally head home. It had been a productive day, but I was exhausted. Just as I reached for the door, Victor appeared, his face grim.“Aria, wait,” he called, making me pause. There was a tension in his voice that sent my heart raci
Victor’s POVFrom where I sat, I could barely keep my anger in check. The small room seemed to close in on me as I listened to Thomas’s revelations. My knuckles began to turn white as I balled my hands into fists tightly. It’s really Pierre and Shane. As this truth began to sink in, my anger intens
Victor’s POV“What does Samuel have to do with all this?” The words echoed in my head like a relentless drumbeat as I paced my office, thinking about all the details we have uncovered so far. Surely he had met with Shane, I thought. But I don’t know… Maybe it’s about something else. He’d never want
Victor’s POVI moved cautiously towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I peeked through the narrow crack, half expecting to see something—or someone—menacing. To my surprise, it was only the janitor, a tired-looking man with a mop and bucket.“Evening,” he said, glancing at us with a hint