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 frustration. Oddly enough, instead of feeling irritated by the scene, I found myself intrigued. She had a slim, elegant frame that moved with an effortless grace, her posture hinting at both confidence and vulnerability. Her features, though delicate, carried a strength that made her impossible to overlook. She walked away, her presence lingered, leaving an unexpected impression I couldn’t quite shake. --- When I finally arrived home, the look on Grandpa’s face made the effort worthwhile. “You shouldn’t have canceled work for this, Victor,” he said, smiling warmly. I shook my head and handed him the gift. “Nothing is more important than you, Grandpa. You’ve done too much for me. This is the least I can do.” We embraced, and he patted my back like he always did when he wanted to say he was proud of me. The moment of warmth didn’t last long. Just as we were settling into the evening’s celebration, the doorbell rang. I frowned, wondering who could be interrupting. When I opened the door, two police officers stood there, their expressions grim. “We’re here to take Mr. Thomas into custody,” one of them said. “He’s accused of involvement in a murder case from 25 years ago.” I froze. “What? This has to be some sort of mistake!” Grandpa stepped forward, his calm demeanor unshaken. “Victor, let them do their job. I have nothing to hide.” But I couldn’t just stand by. My chest tightened as they led him away. Without wasting a second, I called Daniel, my best friend and a trusted police officer. “Daniel,” I said, “Grandpa’s been arrested for murder. You have to help me.” His voice was firm but reassuring. “I’ll look into it right away, Victor. Just stay calm.” --- That night, I barely slept. My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. Grandpa wasn’t capable of murder—he wasn’t capable of hurting anyone. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding or a setup. The next morning, I called my secretary and ordered him to dig into the case. “I need every detail,” I told him. “Anything that might clear Grandpa’s name.” He worked tirelessly, and after a few hours, he finally had some information. “Victor,” he said, placing a file on my desk, “the daughter of the deceased is applying for an assistant position at Sterling Corporation.” Curious, I opened the file and froze when I saw the photo. It was her— the girl from the store. The one whose fiery attitude had caught my attention. --- I decided to personally attend her interview. This was unusual for me. I rarely joined entry-level hiring processes, and my presence caused some surprise. “Mr. Victor,” one of the interviewers whispered, “you’ve never joined these interviews before.” I ignored the comment, focusing on the young woman sitting across from us. Her name was Isla Morgan. There was something captivating about her—the way she sat confidently yet with a trace of nervousness in her eyes. "Am sorry sir," he said when he noticed my silence to his comment. “Ms. Morgan,” I began, “why do you think you’re the right person for this job?” She looked directly at me, her gaze steady, as though she wasn’t intimidated by the power imbalance in the room. “I don’t have office experience, but I’ve worked in a busy coffee shop for two years. There, I learned how to manage time, solve problems, and handle different types of people. It taught me to be strong and flexible, and I believe these skills will help me in this job.” Her voice was calm and collected, but there was a certain warmth in her tone that made me want to hear more. Another interviewer frowned. “You’ve never worked in a company before. How will you handle the pressure here?” She smiled faintly, her lips curling ever so slightly. “I’m used to pressure. Serving impatient customers during the morning rush and keeping everything under control has taught me to stay calm and get things done. I’m confident I can do the same here.” I found myself intrigued, not just by her words but by her demeanor. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone; she was being herself. “What would you do,” I asked, “if we gave you a task you don’t know how to do?” Her lips parted slightly as she thought, and for a brief moment, I noticed how her eyes softened. “I’d take the time to learn and research it. If I needed help, I’d ask. I believe the only way to grow is by taking on new challenges and learning from them.” Her answer was practical, but the quiet passion in her voice made it feel personal. She wasn’t just answering a question; she was revealing a part of herself. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I asked, leaning forward slightly, curious about her response. Her expression shifted, a subtle vulnerability crossing her features. “I see myself as someone who has grown in my career and as a person. I want to make a difference wherever I work and prove that hard work pays off.” There was something unspoken in her words, something that hinted at a deeper story. I wanted to know what it was, and that thought alone caught me off guard. When the interview ended, I stood and shook her hand. Her touch was soft yet firm, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to slow. “Thank you, Ms. Morgan. We’ll be in touch,” I said, my voice quieter than usual. As she left the room, her perfume lingered—a delicate, sweet scent that stayed with me. I turned to the panel. “Hire her,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. One of them hesitated. “Sir, there are others with more experience—” “I said hire her,” I repeated firmly, cutting them off. As I watched her walk away through the glass panel, I felt an unfamiliar pull. Isla Morgan wasn’t just another candidate; she was something more. I couldn’t quite put it into words, but I knew one thing—I wasn’t going to let her fade into the background. Later that day, I told Daniel about the coincidence. “Hire her,” he suggested. “If her father was the victim, she might know something about the case.” "I already did," I said. but my reasons weren’t purely investigative. There was something about Isla that intrigued me on a personal level. Maybe it was the fire in her eyes or the way she carried herself with quiet strength. This was only the beginning. I was determined to uncover the truth about Grandpa’s case, and somehow, I felt that Isla might hold the key.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 POVThe world truly is small. As I stared at the man sitting beside me, I couldn’t help but wonder about his intentions. What was he doing here? Why had he approached me? My instincts told me to be cautious, but I couldn’t ignore the strange coincidence of running into him, someone I had seen in Victor’s office.He leaned in slightly, offering me a warm smile. “Hi,” he said smoothly.I nodded, responding with a curt, “Hello.” I wasn’t in the mood for small talk with someone I barely knew.After exchanging a few meaningless pleasantries, I couldn’t hold back my impatience any longer. I turned to him and asked directly, “What do you want from me?”My bluntness seemed to catch him off guard. He blinked in surprise before his expression softened. There was something more genuine in his demeanor now. “I guess there’s no way fooling you,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Yes, I know Victor. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”So, I was right. “A friend of Victor’s,” I repeated, study
VICTOR’S POVI sat in my office, listening as my secretary went through the schedule for the day. There was a board meeting in the afternoon to discuss the company's business plan for the next quarter. It was a crucial meeting, one that would determine our direction and strategy for the coming months.After my secretary finished, I gave him a nod and said, “Make sure the meeting documents are ready. I don’t want any mistakes.”“Yes, sir,” she responded before leaving the office.Once she was gone, I leaned back in my chair and ran a hand through my hair. I had a lot on my plate, and I needed to make sure everything was handled properly. After a brief moment of thought, I pressed the intercom button.“Isla, come to my office,” I said, my voice firm.A few minutes later, she walked in, dressed in a sharp professional suit, her hair neatly pulled back. She looked sophisticated, capable, and confident—so different from when she first joined the company. I had noticed how much she had grow
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