DAMIAN'S POVI sat behind my desk, watching the city skyline stretch endlessly before me. The glass of whiskey in my hand remained untouched, the amber liquid catching the light. My mind, however, was far from the serene view.Isla had accepted my offer.I leaned back, tapping my fingers against the armrest of my chair. She wasn’t the type to make impulsive decisions. Which meant this was calculated. The question was—what was her angle?Victor had made his stance clear—he wasn’t backing down. I had anticipated him to put up a fight, but I didn’t expect Isla to step away from his side so easily. Unless, of course, something had happened between them. Something that pushed her straight into my hands.A slow smirk tugged at my lips. Whatever it was, I intended to find out.A soft knock came at the door before Samson stepped in. "She’s here."I downed the rest of my whiskey and stood, smoothing the sleeves of my suit. "Let’s not keep her waiting, then."Samson led the way to the executive
ISLA’S POVWalking into Titan Holdings felt surreal. The polished marble floors gleamed under the bright lights, and the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air. It was a world of power and precision, where people in tailored suits moved with purpose, their gazes sharp, their expressions unreadable.I kept my posture straight, chin lifted, eyes scanning everything as subtly as possible. This wasn’t just another job.I was here for a reason.Despite my confidence, a part of me couldn’t shake the unease in my gut. The feeling of being watched.It wasn’t blatant, nothing obvious, but I knew I wasn’t imagining it. There were moments when I caught a shadow moving just beyond my line of sight, or a presence lingering too long in the hallway near my office. It could have been paranoia, but I doubted it.Damian wasn’t stupid. He knew people. He read them.And right now, I was the biggest mystery in his world.The first few days were an adjustment. Damian had placed me in the design d
ISLA’S POV The first few days at Titan Holdings had been exhausting, not just because of the workload but because I had to constantly watch my every move. I had to be Isla—the talented designer, the ambitious woman looking for a fresh start—not Isla, the woman secretly plotting to bring down the very company that had hired her. And it wasn’t easy. Damian was testing me. Victor, Daniel, and I had expected this. Damian wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t just believe that I had joined his company because he had offered me a better job. He would suspect there was more to my presence, and that meant I had to be careful. Every word, every action had to seem natural. Still, I wasn’t here just to play it safe. I had a job to do. I had already made an impact—one of my designs had attracted a million-dollar contract, putting me in the spotlight. The executives had praised me, and even Damian had acknowledged my work. But none of that mattered. I was here for one reason—to take him down.
VICTOR’S POVDamian’s house was bigger than I expected, but it wasn’t the fortress I had assumed it would be. I had imagined layers of security—armed guards patrolling every corner, motion detectors, hidden cameras in every inch of the place. But as we crept toward the house, staying in the shadows, I realized it was just like any other high-end home.There were cameras, of course, but nothing we couldn’t handle. The back entrance had a security panel, but Daniel worked fast, bypassing it in under a minute. The doors unlocked with a soft click, and we slipped inside, silent as ghosts.The interior was sleek and modern—dark wood, marble floors, and dim lighting that cast shadows across the expensive furniture. The house smelled of leather and faint cigar smoke, and for a second, I could almost hear Damian’s voice echoing in the space, giving orders like a king in his castle.We moved carefully, our footsteps barely making a sound. I led the way, knowing exactly where we were headed. Th
DAMIAN'S POV The event was a grand display of wealth and power—just the way I liked it. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room filled with New York’s most influential businessmen, politicians, and socialites. Waiters dressed in black moved smoothly through the crowd, offering glasses of champagne on silver trays.I walked through the hall with my usual composed confidence, acknowledging familiar faces with nods and brief smiles. It was the same routine—handshakes, fake smiles, subtle power plays woven into casual conversation. These events were a necessary evil, a way to keep my business untouchable in the eyes of the public.But tonight was different.Because tonight, Isla was with me.She stood beside me, poised and elegant in a Red dress that hugged her figure in just the right way—not too revealing, but enough to draw attention. And attention she got. Men stole glances at her as we walked, their eyes lingering a little too long. It amused me.
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
ISLA’S POVWhen I got home, my legs felt heavy as I closed the door behind me. The silence of the apartment was deafening, amplifying the chaos in my mind. I dropped my bag on the floor and sank onto the couch. My hands trembled as I thought about the past year with Jason. How had I been so blind? Now that I had time to think, the signs were glaringly obvious. He was never truly mine.There were moments I’d brushed off— the late-night “work meetings,” the way he avoided introducing me to his friends, the lack of affection when we were alone. Deep down, I must have known something wasn’t right. But I ignored it, convincing myself that he was just stressed or distracted. After all, I loved him, didn’t I? And I thought he loved me too.I buried my face in my hands as tears streamed down my cheeks. It wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt; it was the humiliation of being used. He had played me for a fool, stringing me along while holding on to his feelings for someone else. I thought I knew
VICTOR’S POV Today was Grandpa’s 70th birthday. For as long as I could remember, Grandpa had been my anchor, my guide, and my strength. He raised me after my parents passed away when I was just a baby. A man as serious and focused as he was, taking care of a helpless infant must have been a monumental challenge. Yet he did it, and he did it well. Lately, though, I’d been too caught up in work to visit him. Weeks turned into months, and the guilt lingered like a shadow. So, today, I cleared my schedule, canceled a meeting, and made sure nothing came between us. On my way home, I decided to pick up a gift. Grandpa deserved something special. As I stood at the counter in the store, browsing through options, I overheard a complaint from a young lady to the salesgirl. Her voice carried sharpness, but beneath it was an undercurrent of sadness that was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just her tone that caught my attention—it was the weight of her words, each one laced with quiet frustrati
DAMIAN'S POV The event was a grand display of wealth and power—just the way I liked it. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room filled with New York’s most influential businessmen, politicians, and socialites. Waiters dressed in black moved smoothly through the crowd, offering glasses of champagne on silver trays.I walked through the hall with my usual composed confidence, acknowledging familiar faces with nods and brief smiles. It was the same routine—handshakes, fake smiles, subtle power plays woven into casual conversation. These events were a necessary evil, a way to keep my business untouchable in the eyes of the public.But tonight was different.Because tonight, Isla was with me.She stood beside me, poised and elegant in a Red dress that hugged her figure in just the right way—not too revealing, but enough to draw attention. And attention she got. Men stole glances at her as we walked, their eyes lingering a little too long. It amused me.
VICTOR’S POVDamian’s house was bigger than I expected, but it wasn’t the fortress I had assumed it would be. I had imagined layers of security—armed guards patrolling every corner, motion detectors, hidden cameras in every inch of the place. But as we crept toward the house, staying in the shadows, I realized it was just like any other high-end home.There were cameras, of course, but nothing we couldn’t handle. The back entrance had a security panel, but Daniel worked fast, bypassing it in under a minute. The doors unlocked with a soft click, and we slipped inside, silent as ghosts.The interior was sleek and modern—dark wood, marble floors, and dim lighting that cast shadows across the expensive furniture. The house smelled of leather and faint cigar smoke, and for a second, I could almost hear Damian’s voice echoing in the space, giving orders like a king in his castle.We moved carefully, our footsteps barely making a sound. I led the way, knowing exactly where we were headed. Th
ISLA’S POV The first few days at Titan Holdings had been exhausting, not just because of the workload but because I had to constantly watch my every move. I had to be Isla—the talented designer, the ambitious woman looking for a fresh start—not Isla, the woman secretly plotting to bring down the very company that had hired her. And it wasn’t easy. Damian was testing me. Victor, Daniel, and I had expected this. Damian wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t just believe that I had joined his company because he had offered me a better job. He would suspect there was more to my presence, and that meant I had to be careful. Every word, every action had to seem natural. Still, I wasn’t here just to play it safe. I had a job to do. I had already made an impact—one of my designs had attracted a million-dollar contract, putting me in the spotlight. The executives had praised me, and even Damian had acknowledged my work. But none of that mattered. I was here for one reason—to take him down.
ISLA’S POVWalking into Titan Holdings felt surreal. The polished marble floors gleamed under the bright lights, and the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air. It was a world of power and precision, where people in tailored suits moved with purpose, their gazes sharp, their expressions unreadable.I kept my posture straight, chin lifted, eyes scanning everything as subtly as possible. This wasn’t just another job.I was here for a reason.Despite my confidence, a part of me couldn’t shake the unease in my gut. The feeling of being watched.It wasn’t blatant, nothing obvious, but I knew I wasn’t imagining it. There were moments when I caught a shadow moving just beyond my line of sight, or a presence lingering too long in the hallway near my office. It could have been paranoia, but I doubted it.Damian wasn’t stupid. He knew people. He read them.And right now, I was the biggest mystery in his world.The first few days were an adjustment. Damian had placed me in the design d
DAMIAN'S POVI sat behind my desk, watching the city skyline stretch endlessly before me. The glass of whiskey in my hand remained untouched, the amber liquid catching the light. My mind, however, was far from the serene view.Isla had accepted my offer.I leaned back, tapping my fingers against the armrest of my chair. She wasn’t the type to make impulsive decisions. Which meant this was calculated. The question was—what was her angle?Victor had made his stance clear—he wasn’t backing down. I had anticipated him to put up a fight, but I didn’t expect Isla to step away from his side so easily. Unless, of course, something had happened between them. Something that pushed her straight into my hands.A slow smirk tugged at my lips. Whatever it was, I intended to find out.A soft knock came at the door before Samson stepped in. "She’s here."I downed the rest of my whiskey and stood, smoothing the sleeves of my suit. "Let’s not keep her waiting, then."Samson led the way to the executive
ISLA'S POVI wasn’t sure why I agreed to meet him.After everything Victor had done, after the betrayal, the manipulation, and the lies, I told myself I was finished with him. I meant it when I said I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. But deep down, I also knew something else—I couldn’t just walk away. Not when I finally had the truth. Not when I had a chance to take down the people who stole my father from me.That was the only reason I was here.As I stepped into Victor’s office, my heart pounded, my mind swirling with everything that had led me to this moment. The moment I walked in, Victor and Daniel turned to me. Their faces were unreadable, but I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.Victor was the first to speak. “Isla.”I ignored him. Instead, I looked at Daniel. “Hello, Daniel.”Daniel gave me a nod, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “It’s good to see you, Isla.”Victor exhaled sharply, clearly aware of the hostility I was throwing his way, but I didn’t
ISLA'S POVThe cold night air hit my face as I walked out of Victor’s presence , but it did nothing to cool the burning rage inside me. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath shallow and uneven. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of everything Victor had just told me.I kept walking, not caring where I was going, only knowing that I needed to get as far away from him as possible. My hands trembled, my mind racing as I replayed his words over and over again.Nick pushed him from that building. But it was bigger than just Nick. Someone else wanted him gone.Stratos Corp was involved.Your father discovered something bad, and they took him out for it.I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists. Anger coursed through my veins, hot and unrelenting. For years, I had lived with the pain of losing my father, but I never knew why. Now I did. And the truth hurt more than the uncertainty ever had.But what made it worse—what made it unbearabl
VICTOR'S POVThe rooftop bar was nearly empty, except for a few scattered patrons enjoying the view of the city skyline. The soft hum of jazz music played in the background, but it did little to ease the tension coiling in my chest. My fingers drummed restlessly against the edge of my glass, the whiskey inside untouched.I had sent Isla a message an hour ago, asking her to meet me here. No explanations. Just urgency.Now, as I waited, doubt crept in.I had spent so long keeping people at a distance, burying the truth behind walls of strategy and control. But this wasn’t just my fight anymore. Isla deserved the truth. She deserved to know why she had been pulled into something far bigger than herself.The sound of heels clicking against the polished floor made me look up. Isla was walking toward me, her expression unreadable. She was wearing a fitted black coat over a sleek dress, her hair neatly styled, but there was a sharpness in her eyes.She stopped in front of the table and slid
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