ISLA'S POV
Today 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 neatly wrapped box. I didn’t care what she thought. I walked out of the store, clutching the gift tightly, and allowed myself to daydream about the evening ahead. Jason had been acting strange lately— distracted, even distant at times— but I brushed it off as stress from running the café. Tonight, I was certain he’d make up for it. He always did. When I arrived at the café, Judith greeted me with her usual cheerful smile. Judith was more than a colleague; she was my confidante and best friend. She always knew how to lift my spirits, and today was no exception. “Hey, Isla,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “Guess who’s been MIA all day?” “Jason?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment. “Bingo. Haven’t seen him since morning.” I frowned but quickly forced a smile. Maybe he was planning a surprise for our anniversary. That would explain his absence. The thought filled me with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The rest of my shift dragged on. Every time the door opened, I hoped it was Jason walking in with flowers or something special. But he never showed. By evening, my anticipation had turned into mild frustration. I had just finished my shift and was getting ready to leave when my phone buzzed. It was an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” I answered. “Is this Isla?” a male voice asked. “Yes. Who’s this?” “This is Liam, Jason’s friend. He’s at The Lounge, completely wasted. Thought you should know.” My stomach dropped. Jason was at a bar? On our anniversary? Anger bubbled inside me, but I decided to go and get him. Maybe he had some reason, though I couldn’t imagine what. The Lounge was dimly lit, with music so loud it made my chest vibrate. I scanned the room, and my heart sank when I spotted Jason. He wasn’t just drinking. He was with her— his ex. I froze, watching as they leaned into each other. And then it happened. She kissed him. No, he kissed her back. Fury and heartbreak exploded within me. My hands trembled as I grabbed the nearest glass of what I assumed was someone’s cocktail. Before I could second-guess myself, I marched over and doused them both in the sticky liquid. Jason leaped to his feet, his face a mix of shock and anger. His ex, drenched and glaring at me, looked like she was ready to pounce. “What the hell, Isla?” Jason barked, wiping his face. I ignored his outrage and glared at him. “Do you even know what day it is?” I demanded, my voice shaking. He blinked, confusion flashing across his face. Then, realization dawned. His guilt lasted all of two seconds before it was replaced by irritation. “You can’t be serious,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Serious?” I spat. “It’s our anniversary, Jason. I spent weeks saving for your gift, planning this day, and this is what I get? You with her?” I jabbed a finger toward his ex. Jason sighed heavily, like I was the one being unreasonable. “Isla, don’t make a scene,” he said, lowering his voice. “We both know this relationship wasn’t going anywhere.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What are you talking about?” He glanced at his ex before turning back to me. “I’ve always seen you as... a replacement. You were just there when she wasn’t. I tried to make it work, but honestly, it’s not enough. You’re not enough.” The humiliation was unbearable. I felt like everyone in the bar was staring, judging me. His ex decided to chime in, her voice dripping with smugness. “So you’re the stand-in?” she said, laughing. “How pathetic. I left him because I went abroad, but now I’m back. You can go back to wherever you came from.” Her words were like salt in a wound. My vision blurred with unshed tears, but I refused to let them fall. I straightened my back and looked Jason in the eye. “We’re done,” I said firmly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out of the bar. The cool night air hit me like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to numb the pain. I clutched the watch in my hand, the one I’d bought for someone who never truly cared about me. My mind raced with questions, but one thought stood out: How could I have been so blind? As I stood on the sidewalk, trying to collect myself, a thought crossed my mind. Jason may have broken me tonight, but he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. With trembling hands, I gripped the watch tightly and held it close to me. Jason was my past, but my future? That was up to me.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
ISLA'S POV The day I got the job offer from Sterling Corporation felt like the first ray of sunlight after a storm. It was more than a job; it was my ticket to a better future, and save my mom's life.The first person I wanted to share the news with was Judith. I headed to the café where I used to work before everything fell apart.Walking into that place brought mixed emotions. Jason owned the café, and seeing him there was inevitable. Still, I had news worth celebrating, and I wouldn’t let anything dampen my spirits.Judith was behind the counter when I arrived. She spotted me and waved me over with a big smile. “Isla, what’s the occasion? You look like you’ve won the lottery!”I grinned, unable to hold back my excitement. “Judith, I got the job at Sterling Corporation!”Her eyes widened with delight, and she leaned over the counter to hug me. “I knew it! I knew they’d see how amazing you are. This calls for a celebration. Coffee’s on me!”Before I could reply, I heard a familiar v
VICTOR’S POVWhen Isla accepted my invitation to dinner, I felt a wave of happiness wash over me, though I did my best to hide it. It wouldn’t do to let my feelings show too soon. Over the meal, I opened up about something that had been bothering her—why I tolerated Emma’s attitude so much.“Her father was my father’s driver,” I explained, my voice calm and steady. “They both died in the same car accident.” Isla’s face softened, her expression tinged with understanding. “Emma does have talent, but her temper has always been a problem. I try to overlook it as long as she doesn’t go too far.”I noticed Isla’s demeanor shift. She seemed to regret judging Emma so harshly before hearing the whole story. In that moment, something between us changed. She no longer seemed as guarded, and I felt a small victory in earning her trust.---Later that evening, after returning home, my phone buzzed. It was Daniel, his tone serious as he shared an update on the investigation. “Victor, we’ve hit a sn
ISLA'S POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the room around me was unfamiliar. My heart began to race. This wasn’t my hotel room. Panic crept in as I tried to make sense of where I was. My head throbbed, a dull ache reminding me of last night. What happened? How did I end up here?I sat up, clutching the sheets tightly around me, and that’s when I saw him—Victor. He was already awake shirtless on the couch, his broad shoulders catching the soft morning light. His muscular body was enough to make my breath hitch, and for a brief moment, I forgot how to think.“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, the panic escalating. “Did we…” Then I said loudly, “Did we….?”Victor must have noticed my discomfort because he turned to me, a calm but serious expression on his face. “Relax,” he said, his deep voice steadying me. “Nothing happened last night.”I blinked, processing his words. “Are you sure?” I stammered, my cheeks burning.He nodded, running a hand through his disheveled ha
ISLA'S POVThe events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, but this morning’s revelation left me even more unsteady. My mother’s surgery was paid for. The money had come from someone, but I hadn’t done it.As the car stopped at a red light, I decided I couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Victor,” I said, my voice hesitant.He looked up from his laptop, his expression calm. “Yes?”I took a deep breath. “It was the hospital. They called to confirm they received the transfer.” My voice shook slightly. “Was it you? Did you transfer the money to them?”Victor stopped typing and turned to face me fully. His blue-gray eyes met mine, sincere and steady. “Yes,” he admitted without hesitation.I blinked, stunned. “But… why?”He leaned back slightly, his tone calm and patient. “You got drunk last night and told me about your mother’s surgery. You cried, Isla. You told me you didn’t have the money to save her.”I felt my face flush with embarrassment. God, how could I be so stupid when I was
VICTOR’S POVAs I went through my phone I got Daniel’s text. Daniel had news—important news. He mentioned something about the Morgan case and insisted we meet face-to-face. I quickly replied, asking him to come to the office once his less busy as he said this wasn’t something to discuss over the phone.Glancing to my side, I noticed Isla deep in thought. She seemed distracted ever since the call from the hospital. Her brow furrowed slightly, her gaze distant as though she were processing something profound.I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Isla’s directness was something I admired. Most people danced around the truth, careful with their words. Isla, however, faced matters head-on. Even when she was clearly flustered, she didn’t shy away from speaking her mind. That unpolished honesty was what made her stand out. It made her… charming.“You look like you have questions,” I said casually, breaking the silence.She glanced at me, startled, her cheeks flushing. “I just… I wasn’t expect
ISLA’S POVThe morning sun shone brightly as I made my way to the office, feeling lighter than I had in days. Knowing that my mother’s surgery bill had been taken care of gave me an immense sense of relief. Thanks to Victor, my boss, I could finally focus on work without the constant weight of worry. With a smile on my face, I entered the office, ready to tackle the day’s tasks.As soon as I stepped in, Emma stopped me.“Isla,” she said sharply, her arms crossed and her tone skeptical. “Karen told me your salary was paid in advance. Is that true?”I paused, surprised but not entirely shocked. Karen, the financial director, was Emma's close friend, so it made sense for her to hear about it. “Yes, it’s true,” I answered cautiously, unsure of where this was going.Emma narrowed her eyes, her voice rising so that everyone around us could hear. “You’ve been here for less than a week. What makes you think you deserve special treatment? What qualifications do you have to draw your salary in
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
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 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