The room seemed to shrink as Vance’s control finally snapped. His jaw tightened, and the words that came next were forced out between clenched teeth.“No, Melanie. You’re the one who doesn’t get it,” he spat, his voice rising with the fury that had been simmering for years. “Mona is not like you. She doesn’t use people. She’s here because she wants to be here. I hired her because she’s good at her job—better than you. You want to keep thinking the world revolves around you, but it doesn’t. I’m done letting you tear people down just because you’re afraid of losing your control.”Melanie blinked, taken aback by his outburst, but Vance wasn’t done.“Get out,” he said, his voice cold and cutting. “Go back to your office, Melanie. You’re not welcome here right now.”For a moment, Melanie stood there, fuming, but then she narrowed her eyes, letting out a mocking little laugh.“You’ll regret this, Vance,” she said, her tone low and venomous. “You always do. Just wait. One day you’ll see what
Ian's POVWhat is she doing with him?I can't stop thinking about it—her with Vance. That bastard. My stomach twists every time I picture it. He’s nothing but trouble, and I’ve always known he’d be a problem. I always knew he couldn’t stay away from her.I’m sitting here, scrolling through my phone, trying to push the thoughts down, but they keep crawling back up, bubbling to the surface. Anger pulses through my veins, sharp and hot, with each swipe of my thumb.I hate him. I fucking hate him. That look he gave me—like he was daring me to do something. His arrogance. It makes me want to break something. To break him.I just want to go back to when it was just me and Mona. Before he showed up, before he started throwing his weight around. But I can’t even do that, can I? She’s the one who invited him into her life. She’s the one who… chose him.The thought makes my jaw clench, but I force myself to breathe.That fight—God, it keeps playing over in my head. I can’t stop seeing the way V
Mona’s POVI can feel the weight of his eyes on me as I stand there, heart hammering in my chest. Ian doesn’t say anything for a long moment, his gaze searching mine as if trying to figure out if I’m being honest, if I really mean it when I say I’ll quit my job. Part of me is still reeling from the decision. It’s not easy, not by any stretch of the imagination. But looking at him right now, the tension etched into his face, the raw need in his eyes, I know that this is what he wants. And maybe it’s what I want too.He’s right. I’ve been torn between him and my job, between my old life and the life I could have with him. I’ve been fooling myself into thinking I could have both. But deep down, I know it doesn’t work that way. Not when it comes to Ian.His eyes soften, just slightly, and that’s enough to break something inside me. He believes me. For a second, he believes me. And that’s all I need.“I’ll do it,” I say again, my voice a little steadier this time. “I’ll quit. I’ll make it
Mona’s POVAfter I’d promised Ian—sworn, really—that I wouldn’t see Vance again or go back to his office, the weight of my words hung heavy in the air. I could still hear Ian’s voice, that firm, almost pleading tone, asking me to choose him and the life we were building. And for a moment, I believed I could. But then, I found myself in front of my laptop, scrolling mindlessly through emails and documents, and there it was—a message from Vance.“We need to talk. I have something to show you.”The words hit me like a sudden rush of adrenaline. My heart skipped, and I felt a familiar tug deep inside—one that pulled me back to him, to everything we shared. I hated how quickly it affected me, how easily I fell back into the rhythm of it.I told myself I wasn’t going to respond. I told myself I was done. But that promise to Ian felt like it was slipping away, just like that. I couldn't explain it, not to myself, and certainly not to Ian. The emotions swirled—guilt, desire, confusion—each on
Vance’s POVThe night air was cool as I slid behind the wheel of the car, Mona settling into the passenger seat beside me. I could feel the tension between us, thick and palpable, though neither of us acknowledged it outright. She was playing her part, doing exactly what I expected her to do—hesitating, questioning herself. It was the only game I knew how to play with her, and she was never one to walk away once she was this far in.“Where are we going?” Mona asked, her voice soft but betraying a hint of anxiety. I could tell she was trying to mask it, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but I knew better. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was curious. That curiosity would drive her, just like it always had.“You’ll see,” I said, my voice low and laced with a kind of mystery that I knew would keep her guessing. I wasn’t about to tell her everything. Mona needed to be swept into the night, and I wasn’t going to give her any chance to back out. I was already working on the edges
Stella's POVI couldn’t take my eyes off them, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t stop myself. Vance. That damn smile of his—god, it made me sick. He looked so comfortable with her, touching her hair, whispering something in her ear, and she giggled like some love-struck teenager. My stomach twisted into a knot, tighter than a noose. My fingers curled around the stem of my drink, the ice clinking sharply against the glass, but I didn’t care. My heart was full of something—resentment, jealousy, or maybe just pure disgust. Either way, it tasted sour in my throat.I tried to focus on the music, the chatter around the club, but every time I glanced back, there he was, leaning closer to her, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her. The way he was so... casual with her. Like she was someone he could hold onto without a second thought. It made my blood boil.I wasn’t about to stand here like a fool and let him watch me squirm, so I snapped my clutch shut, sliding out of
Stella’s POVThe air outside was crisp, the streetlights casting a soft glow over the quiet pavement as we walked side by side, the sound of our footsteps the only noise between us. I had already led him out of the café, taking a moment to make sure I wasn’t going to let him escape the conversation just yet. I had made a point of not being the type to linger in places I wasn’t wanted, but I was enjoying this weird, electric energy between us. It was like we were both testing the waters, seeing who could make the first move—or at least, that’s what I liked to think.I glanced over at Ian, who was holding the black coffee I had ordered for him, his expression twisted into a slight grimace as he took another reluctant sip.“You know,” I began, eyeing him with a playful smirk, “I’m not really a fan of people who don’t drink coffee the right way.”“Black coffee is the right way?” He raised an eyebrow at me, the playful edge in his voice not quite hiding his genuine distaste for the drink.
Mona's POVI arrived at the office before most people had even started their commute. The air outside was crisp, still holding onto the remnants of the night’s coolness, but inside, the office was quiet, too quiet. My heels clicked on the polished stairs, a sharp sound that echoed in the empty space. I paused at the door to Vance's office, breathing heavily, a mix of nerves and anticipation settling in my chest. Today had to be the day I finally had a proper conversation with him—no interruptions, no awkwardness.I pushed the door open with a little more force than intended, the hinges creaking slightly. The room greeted me with silence, a silence that seemed to press against my ears. My eyes scanned the space quickly. Empty. The desk was perfectly arranged, papers stacked neatly as always, the window letting in the soft morning light, but no sign of Vance. My heart sank a little."Vance? Are you in?" I called out, my voice slightly shaky. There was no response.I stepped further into
MONA – POV“Mona? Mona, are you okay?”The voice felt distant—like it was echoing through a long tunnel. I blinked slowly, my head swimming, limbs heavy. Was I dreaming?“Mona!”SMACK!My head snapped to the side from the force of a slap. My eyes flew open.“What the hell?!” I gasped, jerking upright.I was on the couch. My chest was heaving, heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. My tongue felt thick. My mouth was dry. My limbs? Numb. I looked up to see Ian standing over me, a look of concern mixed with exasperation on his face.“You slapped me!” I barked, dragging my legs off the couch.“You weren’t waking up!” Ian shot back, throwing his hands up. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes! How long have you been out?”I blinked at him, my brain still foggy. “I don’t know—when did you get back?”He checked his watch, then crossed his arms. “I got home over three hours ago.”Three. Hours.I screamed.Ian jumped back, startled. “Whoa! Okay—calm down!”“Three hours? Are you serious?!” I wa
Author's POVShe ran like hell was licking at her heels. Her breath tore from her throat in jagged gasps, eyes wide and glassy, barely seeing where she was going. The night was cool but her skin burned, slick with sweat, heart pounding loud in her ears like war drums. She didn’t dare look back. Not once. She didn’t need to. Brown’s rage was enough to propel her forward, each step screaming with a desperation that only comes when you know—know—you’ve just danced with death and somehow slipped away with your soul.Her boots pounded against cracked pavement, weaving through alleys until she burst into the open light of the main road. Neon signs blinked like watching eyes. Cars hummed by, indifferent to the storm in her bones.And then—tires screeched.A black car jerked to a stop right in front of her. She stumbled back with a startled gasp, ready to bolt again, until the driver’s window rolled down.“Well, damn. That you?”The voice was like velvet and trouble wrapped in sarcasm. Her ey
Brown's POV"What the hell are you saying? You can't bring the documents containing Ian's business deal with the Europeans?" I growled, my voice rough as gravel, slicing through the air like a blade. My fist slammed into the oak table with a thunderous crack, shaking the glass and papers that sat on its surface. She flinched, her body recoiling instinctively. Her wide, glossy eyes stared at me—frightened, wounded. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to bolt, but too broken to run."I—I'm trying my best, Brown. It's not easy to work as a help in a toxic home just to get valuable documents," she stammered, voice trembling, hands wringing together. Her lip quivered as she took a shaky step back, brushing her knuckles over her cheek.“I killed their cook… in the name of getting this…” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard, trying to compose herself, but the fear in her gaze betrayed her strength.The words hit me like a slap. Killed? That was unexpected, even for her.She backed
Flynn’s POVBut Mona wasn’t having it. She stepped into the doorway, blocking my exit. Her presence filled the space, making the already small hallway feel even more suffocating."No, no, no, Flynn," she said, shaking her head in mock sympathy. "You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on." She crossed her arms tighter across her chest, making sure I knew she wasn’t backing down. "You don’t just sneak out of here without telling me where you’re going. You work for me, remember?"I bit my lip to keep from snapping. Mona had this habit of reminding me of my position every chance she got, and it never failed to get under my skin. I didn’t want to fight her, but I knew I had no choice. If she got curious enough, she’d find out more than she needed to, and that would put me in even more danger."I’m just... taking care of some things. Personal stuff." I repeated, my voice a little more forceful this time, hoping she'd buy it.But Mona was no fool. Her sharp eyes bored into
Flynn’s POVI was still rolling from one end of my bed to the other, wrapped in my comforter like a burrito, when my phone rang. Loud. Way too loud. Like, offensive-to-my-eardrums loud.I groaned, blindly flinging a hand over the bed, searching for the buzzing traitor that had the audacity to disrupt my sleep. My fingers finally landed on the screen, and I yanked it up toward my face, my eyes squinting like the sun itself had just slapped me.“Who the hell—” I mumbled, my voice scratchy, crust still in the corner of my eyes. I blinked. The caller ID was just a string of numbers, no name. Suspicious. Rude.I debated tossing it back under my pillow. Whoever it was could wait. Or not exist. Preferably both. But just as I was about to end the call with a swipe of my pinky, a loud voice boomed through the phone speaker:“FLYNN!”I flinched so hard I nearly dropped the phone on my face.Oh. No. That voice.“Shit,” I whispered, sitting upright with the speed of someone who just realized they
Ian’s POVI was hearing voices downstairs—raised, sharp, female voices—and my stomach dropped like a stone in a pond.At first, I thought I was imagining it. I’d barely made it down the driveway, needed a damn breather after that phone call, but the moment I got out of the car, the shrieking tone of Mai’s laugh sliced through the quiet like a chainsaw in a library.What the actual hell?I took the porch steps two at a time and threw open the front door.And that’s when chaos hit me square in the face.Mona came flying at me like a human missile, barefoot, hair wild, wearing nothing but my shirt and righteous fury. She launched into my arms like a hurricane had possessed her.“She came here!” she shouted, voice muffled against my chest. “She came here like the devil on a bender, Ian! She was in the kitchen, giggling and scheming and trying to possess your soul or some crap like that!”I blinked. “Uh… who?”She pulled back, eyes blazing. “MAI!”Behind her, Flynn raised a hand like a wea
Mona’s POVI watched him leave, the front door closing behind him with a finality that settled in my bones like a slow, creeping frost. Ian didn’t even look back.I should’ve been angry. Furious, maybe. But all I felt was hollow. My chest ached, the silence stretching out in the room like a punishment. And all because he answered a damn call. From her. Mai.That good-for-nothing, manipulative, arrogant... illiterate.I hated how it made me feel. Jealous. Insecure. Like I was twelve again and being picked last for the team, only this time the prize was Ian, and I was the one losing.I ran a hand through my tangled curls, eyes burning as I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The house felt colder without him in it. Colder and quieter.I pulled his shirt tighter around me—the one I slept in last night. The hem brushed mid-thigh, soft cotton and his scent wrapping around me like a second skin. I padded toward the stairs barefoot, each step a whisper against the polished wood.
Mona’s POVIan?Wait—what the hell are you doing here?I blinked once. Twice. But no, I wasn’t hallucinating. It was him. Ian Devereux, standing like a ghost from a past I had just buried — in broad daylight, in front of my favorite corner café, where I was supposed to be minding my business and my cappuccino.I narrowed my eyes, instantly on edge. “I thought we got things over. You chose Me over me, remember? So what’s with the long face? She not reading bedtime stories anymore?”He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was messier than usual, like he’d been running his hands through it out of habit. He wore the same black coat I once stole to sleep in, and the way it clung to his frame made him look colder, heavier… like guilt had a physical weight.“Mona,” he said my name like it was an apology in itself. I didn’t flinch.“No, seriously,” I continued, folding my arms across my chest. “What do you want, Ian? Closure? A sequel? Or are you just here to remind me that I was stu
Mona’s POVMy fingers trembled around the handle of my bag, but I wasn’t sure if it was from rage or betrayal. I had tracked Ian here like a madwoman, using a location-sharing app I clowned onto his phone when I felt something in my gut — that sharp, stinging woman’s instinct. And there he was, sitting across from her. Mia. The girl who couldn't read a chapter, let alone close the book.“Yes, it’s me,” I said, my voice shaking, barely above a whisper. “Is she the reason you've been skipping breakfast and ignoring my calls?”I took a step forward. My heels clicking against the marble tiles were the only sound between us. I saw Ian’s lips part like he wanted to say something — a thousand excuses forming behind his guilty eyes — but before he could, she stood up like she owned the air we breathed.“Ian has no explanation to give for his attitude towards you, Madam Mona,” Mia said, her voice laced with smug venom. She tossed her sleek hair behind her shoulder, like she was about to walk a