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
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 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
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,
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 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
DAMIAN’S POVThe sharp ring of my phone echoed through my office, slicing through the heavy silence. I answered without hesitation."Tell me you have him," I said, my tone cold, my patience razor-thin.Silence.Then a hesitant voice came through. "Boss… we lost him."For a second, I didn’t say anything. My grip on the phone tightened. "What did you just say?"There was a shuffle on the other end of the line, followed by the strained breathing of the man unfortunate enough to deliver this news."It was his bodyguards," the man continued quickly. "We didn’t expect him to have that much protection. They were already on edge after the beach attack. When we tried to take him, a shootout broke out. We lost three men—Rico, Dante, and Cole."I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple. "So let me get this straight," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "Not only did you fail to capture one man, but you also lost three of my men?"Silence."Answer me!" I barked."Y-yes, boss," he sta
VICTOR’S POVThe moment the bullet struck the flash drive in my hand, time seemed to slow down. A sharp crack echoed through the night as the tiny device shattered into pieces, fragments flying across the alley floor.No.For a split second, I stood frozen, my mind struggling to process what just happened.That was our proof.Everything we had against Titan holding—gone.Daniel reacted first. "MOVE!" he yelled, shoving me behind cover as another bullet whizzed past, barely missing my shoulder.We hit the ground, scrambling for safety behind an abandoned car. The gunfire stopped, but the damage was already done. My pulse pounded in my ears as I stared at the broken pieces of the flash drive scattered on the pavement."Shit," Daniel cursed. "That was our only leverage."I clenched my jaw. Damian had played us. He knew exactly what we were after, and he made sure we wouldn’t get to use it against him.But I wasn’t giving up that easily.Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and
SIENNA’S POVSince the night Victor and I showed up at the gala together, something between Nathan and me has shifted.I could feel it from across the room — the way his eyes burned into my skin every time I laughed a little too loudly or leaned a little too close to Victor.At first, I tried to ignore it.I focused on smiling, waving politely, mingling with strangers who now seemed suddenly interested because I had Victor beside me.It wasn’t just me imagining things.I heard whispers — little comments like,"Who's that with Victor?""They look perfect together."Victor leaned closer once and whispered in my ear, “It’s working. He can’t take his eyes off you.”I almost laughed out loud, but I caught myself.Instead, I just nodded slightly and took a sip from my glass, pretending to be completely at ease.Truth was, my heart was racing.Every time I caught Nathan’s gaze, it felt like I was being pulled back into memories I’d buried deep — the laughs we shared, the quiet talks late at
SIENNA’S POVI should have known Victor had something else up his sleeve.We had barely gotten through planning our fake dating act when he called me late that night, his voice low but urgent.“There’s a gala tomorrow night,” he said. “Nathan’s going to be there.”I stiffened where I sat, curling my fingers around the throw blanket.Nathan.It was always Nathan.Always the name that made my chest hurt and my heart speed up.“I’m not invited,” I said before I could stop myself.I heard the words come out, too sharp, too defensive.Victor chuckled, soft and patient.“You are now.”I frowned. “Vic—”“Sienna,” he cut me off gently, “I was invited. And now I’m inviting you.”I hesitated, the words twisting inside me.Nathan had mentioned the gala once.Casually.Almost like it didn’t matter.And he hadn’t invited me.What was I supposed to think?Victor must have heard the hesitation in my silence.“He’s an idiot if he thinks you don’t belong there,” he said quietly. “Come with me. Let’s s
VICTOR'S POVIt was strange how easy it became to talk to Sienna after that night at Nathan’s restaurant.What started with a simple exchange of numbers turned into casual chats every other day.Nothing serious at first — just random conversations about life, work, memories from our different paths.But tonight, something shifted.We found ourselves sitting outside a small coffee shop, two cups of coffee warming our hands while the cool evening breeze brushed past us.Sienna was watching the busy street, a faint smile on her lips, looking like she was somewhere else entirely.I took a sip of my coffee, then said, “You know, I noticed something the other day.”She turned to me, one brow raised, curious. “Oh yeah? What's that?”“The way you look at Nathan,” I said, keeping my voice casual but steady. “It’s... different.”For a second, she froze — just a small flicker across her face before she hid it with a laugh.But I caught it.I saw through the smile she tried to wear like armor.“Y
NATHAN’S POVI wasn’t planning to see Sienna that day.She’d called earlier in the morning asking if I still had the spare keys to my old apartment. Apparently, a few of her belongings were still tucked away in the hallway closet—left behind from the chapter of our lives I preferred to leave unread. I told her I’d be at the restaurant all day and she could swing by to pick the key up there.The Yard was already buzzing with energy when she arrived, her signature scent trailing in ahead of her. She had always been composed—polished like fine silver—but today there was something lighter in her steps. Maybe it was the sun or the scent of rosemary in the air, but even I couldn’t deny how easily she still blended into places like this.“Still my favorite spot,” she smiled as she slid into a booth near the corner.I nodded, handing her the key across the counter. “Figured you’d show up before lunch. Still remember your usual?”Sienna glanced at the chalkboard menu and laughed softly. “You h
ISLA'S POV The lights inside the gallery shimmered like stars caught in motion, casting warmth over sleek canvases, glass sculptures, and colorfully dressed guests weaving in and out of conversations. The event was going smoothly—Tasha’s idea to merge creative exhibitions with culinary excellence had turned out to be brilliant. Nathan’s corner had drawn a crowd, as expected. People weren’t just eating—they were savoring. Even the art enthusiasts lingered around his table longer than necessary, sampling delicate bites and engaging him in cheerful banter. Isla watched him, a soft smile playing at her lips. He moved with grace and humility, laughing modestly when someone complimented his smoked truffle crostini or lavender lemon tart. “This is a hit,” Tasha whispered beside her, sipping a glass of Prosecco. “You were right about him. Everyone’s raving.” “I’m glad,” Isla replied. “He deserves this. He’s been hiding too long.” “Is he always this humble?” Tasha asked, raising an eyebro
ISLA'S POV The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across my apartment. I sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in hand, my thoughts swirling like the steam rising from the mug. The events of the past few days played in my mind—Nathan's unexpected kiss, the lingering tension between us, and the invitation from Tasha. It all felt like a whirlwind, and I was caught in the middle, unsure of where I stood.I glanced at my phone, noting the time. I had a meeting with Tasha later today to discuss the upcoming event at her gallery. She had mentioned it briefly when we met, but now it seemed more significant. The idea of merging corporate events with creative showcases was intriguing, and I couldn't help but wonder how Nathan would fit into this world.As I sipped my coffee, I thought about Nathan. He had been distant lately, his usual warmth replaced with an air of mystery. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something, something important. But wha
ISLA’S POVThe memory of seeing Sienna in Nathan’s apartment still burned at the edges of my thoughts. I wasn’t angry—at least, not in the way I had expected. But I was confused. It felt like pieces of a puzzle I didn’t know I was solving were being scattered again. Nathan had explained it all: she needed help, it was temporary, she was moving out soon. But that didn’t make it easier. Knowing Sienna had been in his space, the same space I’d come to feel safe in, twisted something in my chest.Still, I pushed through my day at the office, handling back-to-back meetings and trying to focus on my work. Judith must have sensed something off because she nudged my arm during a break and whispered, “You sure you’re okay? You’re staring at your coffee like it said something offensive.”I laughed softly. “I’m fine. Just tired.”“You sure it’s not ‘Nathan’s-ex-roommate-is-hot-and-still-kinda-there’ tired?” Judith grinned, clearly trying to lift my mood.I gave her a look. “Not funny.”“Okay, ok
ISLA'S POV I should’ve known the calm wouldn’t last long. Something about the way Nathan held my hand as we walked out of the restaurant made my heart race, but that peace was fleeting. The night had gone perfectly—until now.It just a night, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since that dinner. Nathan had kissed me gently after driving me home, and it wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise. But promises have a way of being tested.I had no idea that stepping into Nathan's apartment would shake me up the way it did. After the incredible dinner we shared last night, I had a strange urge to surprise him—just a casual drop-in to bring him break fast, maybe a slice of my favorite pie from that little corner bakery I knew he liked too. Something light. Something romantic. I guess I just wanted to see his smile again.Not in that awkward “Hi, I’m meeting you for the first time” kind of way. No. We had met before.She was the woman Nathan hugged warmly. I’d known there was a history between them. Na
ISLA’S POVNathan and I were already seated at the restaurant. The food had just arrived, and we had started eating. I couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful and natural it felt. We talked about our favorite meals, and Nathan kept making me laugh with silly food jokes. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed this – laughing freely, feeling seen, and just… happy.Nathan looked up at me with a boyish grin. “This is nice, right?”I nodded, my heart fluttering a little. “Yeah. It is.”We continued eating, sharing bites from each other’s plates and laughing over how I liked my pasta creamier while he preferred his spicy. We had barely made it halfway through our meal when something shifted.A voice. A familiar one.My fork paused mid-air.I knew that voice.“Isla?”I turned my head slowly, my stomach tightening as my eyes met his. Victor.He stood just a few steps away from our table, dressed in a crisp dark suit, looking just as surprised as I was.“Victor?” I said, stunned. “Wow… it’s been