Isla, a young woman who is in dire need to pay off her mom’s medical bills, thinks that she’s scored her dream job at a big fancy jewelry company. But when the company’s charismatic CEO, Victor, secretly hires her to be his personal assistant with ulterior motives of his own— he’s trying to free his wrongfully imprisoned grandfather by following the breadcrumbs of a dangerous secret with her help— her world is turned upside down. When Isla becomes closer and closer to Victor and his enigmatic life, she starts feeling an undeniable attraction towards him. But her feelings become complicated when she learns the truth about Victor’s original intentions. Isla has some soul-searching to do, torn between betrayal and love, because she was only ever a means to an end for Victor. Meanwhile, Isla faces challenges from other women who vie for Victor's attention, adding further pressure to an already delicate situation. Isla must decide whether to trust her heart or seek justice for herself and her mother.
View MoreVICTOR’S POVThe moment Caleb’s call cut off, my stomach clenched with unease. The tension in his voice, the way his breathing had quickened—it was clear he was in real trouble. Two black SUVs. That was no coincidence. It meant one thing.Damian had found us.I turned to Daniel, who was already gripping his gun. He didn’t need me to say it. We both knew what needed to be done."Let’s move," I muttered, already heading for the door.We left Nick behind, still tied up. Right now, he was the least of our problems. If Caleb had truly been followed, then whoever was after him knew what we had taken. That flash drive contained everything—years of evidence that could bring Damian Lannister and Titan Holdings crashing down.And if we didn’t get to Caleb first, Damian’s men would.I pushed the car to its limit, the tires screeching as we tore through the streets of New York. The city lights blurred past, a mix of neon and shadow. I barely registered them. My mind was already at the docks, alre
VICTOR’S POVThe moment Nick muttered the truth, a heavy silence settled in the room. The confession was everything I had been chasing for years, the key to proving my grandfather’s innocence. But as I looked at him—bloodied, exhausted, and terrified—I knew that a confession extracted under duress wouldn’t hold up in court.Daniel and I exchanged glances. We both knew what came next.Nick’s eyes darted between us. “W-what now?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.I leaned forward, gripping the arms of the chair he was tied to. “Now? Now, you help us bring down Titan Holdings.”Nick swallowed hard, his bruised face contorting with panic. “I already told you the truth—what more do you want?”Daniel scoffed, stepping closer. “Your confession means nothing if we can’t use it.” He crossed his arms. “We need solid proof—documents, transactions, anything that ties Jack Lannister to the crime.”Nick shook his head frantically. “You don’t understand… The Lannisters are not people you
VICTOR’S POVI gave Caleb a location—not a warehouse, but an abandoned auto repair shop on the outskirts of the city. It was far enough from prying eyes but not completely isolated. The perfect place for what needed to be done.The moment Caleb called and confirmed he had Nick, I knew there was no turning back. I had to do whatever it took to get the truth out of him.Without wasting a second, I dialed Daniel’s number."We have him," I said, my voice steady.There was silence on the line for a moment before Daniel spoke. "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Victor? Once we start, there’s no going back.""I know," I replied. "And I’m ready.""Alright," Daniel said. "Send me the location. I’ll meet you there."I ended the call, inhaling deeply. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about justice. About making sure the truth came to light, no matter the cost.The auto repair shop was old, rusting, and covered in graffiti. Weeds grew through the cracks in the pavement,
DAMIAN’S POVThe night was cold, the air thick with tension as I leaned against my desk, The call came just as I was pouring myself a drink in my office."I have him," my private investigator said the moment I picked up.His voice was steady, but I could hear the underlying urgency.I set my glass down, my fingers tightening around the phone. "You found Nick?""Not just found him. He’s in my car trunkA slow smirk formed on my lips. "Good. Where did you pick him up?""He’s been living low-key in another city. I tracked his movements for two days—kept a close eye on him. But there was something strange, boss."I leaned back in my chair. "Go on.""Nick has money now. Enough to hire two undercover bodyguards. And they’re not amateurs—they move like professionals."That caught my attention. "A contractor shouldn’t have that kind of cash. And why would an innocent man need protection?""Exactly."he sighed. "That’s not the worst part. I noticed I wasn’t the only one tracking him. Damian was
ISLA’S POVEver since Damian opened up to me about his father’s death, I couldn’t shake the guilt I felt for misjudging him. I had always seen him as confident, untouchable, and maybe even a little too perfect. But that night, when he spoke about the pain of losing his father, I realized just how much he had been through. Grief changes people, and in a way, it had shaped him just as much as it had shaped me.From that moment on, we started seeing each other more often. It wasn’t intentional at first—it just happened. A casual dinner here, a coincidental meeting there, and before I knew it, Damian was becoming a steady presence in my life.Then came the offer.He had casually mentioned it one evening over dinner, as if it wasn’t something that could completely change my life."You should come work for me, Isla," he had said, watching me intently. "I need someone with your vision to head the fashion division at Titan Holdings."For a moment, I thought he was joking. But when I looked in
DAMIAN’S POVA few months after I claimed my rightful place at the helm of Titan Holdings, things finally began to stabilize. The initial resistance from the board had died down, and those who once doubted me had either learned their place or been removed—one way or another. Still, the challenges never ceased. My father had left behind a mountain of unresolved business, and while I had taken control, I found myself cleaning up more messes than I had anticipated.The world of business wasn’t as black and white as outsiders believed. Deals were never just about numbers on paper. They were built on power, leverage, and control. Every agreement had a price, every partnership had a hidden clause, and every rival had their weaknesses. I had spent months ensuring that Titan Holdings remained untouchable, keeping my enemies at bay and my allies close.But no matter how carefully I played my cards, the past had a way of creeping back in.It started with a phone call.I was in my office, review
DAMIAN'S POVI will never forget the sound of my own voice that night. The way it trembled. The way it barely felt like my own.911, what is your emergency?“My name is Damian Lannister. I live at 475 Park Avenue, Penthouse Suite, Manhattan, New York. My father just collapsed, and he isn’t breathing!”The dispatcher’s voice was steady, professional, the exact opposite of how I felt."Do you know CPR?"I hesitated. I knew CPR. But what was the point? He was already dead."Begin compressions immediately. I’ll guide you through it."I didn’t move. I just stared at my father’s body. His lifeless eyes were still open, his mouth slightly parted as if caught mid-breath. But there was no breath. No life.I knew he was gone.So I stayed there, phone pressed to my ear, waiting. Waiting for the ambulance, waiting for the inevitable.The moment the paramedics arrived, I stepped aside. They moved quickly, checking his vitals, attempting to revive a corpse. But I had already accepted the truth.My
DAMIAN'S POVAfter I took charge of Stratos Corp, my first priority was making it mine. The company had been my father’s legacy, but I had no intention of merely following in his footsteps. I wanted to reshape it, rebuild it, and own it completely.But from the very first board meeting, I could see they never wanted me there. The board members sat stiffly in their leather chairs, their expressions unreadable but their intentions clear. Some of them even had the nerve to insult my father’s judgment—implying that since he never publicly endorsed me as his successor, it meant I wasn’t fit to lead."If your father believed you were capable, he would have said so," one of the senior board members, Richard Langston, told me during a private meeting. His tone was polite, but his eyes held nothing but greed and calculation.Others took a more direct approach. Some of the shareholders, men who had worked with my father for decades, came to me privately with what they thought was a generous of
ISLA'S POV The hum of the private jet filled the space between us, yet the silence felt louder than ever before. I sat across from Damian, watching him swirl the golden liquid in his glass with a precision that betrayed the calm he tried to project.The seminar had been both inspiring and unnerving, and nothing unsettled me more than the secrets that clung to Damian like a shadow.still couldn’t shake the fact that he was not just any businessman—he was the CEO of Titan Holdings.And here I was, determined to get answers, whatever it takes,“I met some of your old friends at the seminar,” I replied smoothly. “They told me you’re brilliant—so brilliant that you could have built a tech empire if you wanted to.” I leaned in a little closer, holdingThere was a moment of silence, a pause in which the weight of unspoken questions hung in the air. Then, Damian let out a low chuckle. “I see. And what else did they say?” he asked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement mixed with caution.I
ISLA'S POVToday marked a year since Jason and I officially became a couple. It felt surreal; I had never been this serious about anyone. Jason was charming, attentive, and supportive— or so I thought. He owned a quaint café near my college, where I worked part-time to make ends meet. The café wasn’t just a workplace for me; it felt like a second home, mostly because Jason was there.To celebrate our anniversary, I decided to surprise him with a gift. After weeks of saving from my modest earnings, I finally bought him a watch that I thought he’d love. It wasn’t fancy, but it was meaningful— every time he checked the time, he’d think of me. At least, that’s what I hoped.The salesgirl behind the counter looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement as I handed her my hard-earned cash. “You’re really buying this for someone?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“Yes,” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious. “It’s for someone special.”She smirked, clearly unimpressed, and handed me the nea...
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