ISLA'S POVThe moment Damian invited me to the Celestial Elegance Fashion Summit, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was an exclusive event, bringing together some of the most influential figures in the industry. It was the kind of event I had dreamed of attending for as long as I could remember. A perfect opportunity to gain insight, build connections, and immerse myself in the world of high fashion and luxury jewelry.But even as I agreed, lingering thoughts of doubt crept into my mind—whispers of uncertainty surrounding Damian. His life remained shrouded in mystery, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling me. Victor’s warning about him still echoed in my head, but I decided to push all those thoughts aside, at least for tonight.Damian had insisted on sending me an outfit for the event. When I received the package, I carefully unwrapped it and found a breathtaking midnight silk gown, a black dress that draped elegantly over my body, exuding sophist
ISLA'S POV The seminar was everything I had hoped for—enlightening, inspiring, and filled with some of the greatest minds in the fashion and jewelry industry. The speakers were influential figures I had admired from afar, and I soaked in every bit of knowledge they shared. But despite how much I tried to focus on the discussions, my mind kept circling back to Damian.The revelation that he was the CEO of TItan holding unsettled me in ways I couldn't fully explain. It wasn’t just the fact that he was wealthy or powerful—it was how well he had hidden it. Why had he never mentioned this before? Why did he pretend to be just another guy interested in fashion when, in reality, he held influence over a massive corporate empire?And then there were the bigger questions that gnawed at me relentlessly.Why had Damian swept in at the last moment to steal Victor’s contract? Was it personal, or was it purely business?Why was Titan Holdings hidden in the shadows of Stratos Corp? What was the con
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
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
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 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 POVAs I watched Damian being dragged away in cuffs, I thought I would feel something—relief, satisfaction, maybe even peace. After all, he was finally facing justice for everything he had done, for all the lives he had destroyed. But instead, I felt… nothing. There was no triumph in my heart, no sense of victory. Just an empty weight pressing down on me.I glanced at Isla, and I could tell she felt the same way. Her expression was unreadable, but the slight tension in her shoulders and the way she exhaled slowly told me she was struggling to process it all. She turned to me, her eyes filled with something unspoken, and then, without a word, she wrapped her arms around me.“At least he’s going away for a long time,” she murmured, her voice soft against my shoulder.I nodded, closing my eyes for a brief moment as I found a small measure of comfort in her embrace. Isla had been through so much—her father’s death, being manipulated by Damian, and now seeing justice finally serve
VICTOR’S POVThe moment the arrest warrant for Damian Lannister was issued, law enforcement officers were dispatched to his residence. However, when they arrived, he was nowhere to be found."Suspect is not at the residence. No sign of forced entry or rushed departure. Repeat, the suspect is not at home," a police officer’s voice crackled through Daniel’s radio.I was with Daniel when the report came in, and the moment we heard those words, we exchanged a knowing look. We didn’t need to say it aloud—we both understood exactly what this meant.Damian was trying to flee.“Damn it,” Daniel muttered under his breath. “He’s not going to face justice willingly.”My fists clenched as my mind raced through the possibilities. He had the money, the power, and the connections to disappear without a trace. If he got away now, we might never catch him.We needed to act. Fast.“We have to think like him,” I said urgently. “Where would he go? What’s his exit strategy?”Isla, who had been standing be
VICTOR'S POVThe hospital felt like a prison. No, worse—it felt like a graveyard.I sat in the cold, sterile hallway, my hands gripping the edges of my chair as if letting go would send me spiraling into nothingness. The weight of everything crushed my chest. I had won the battle, but I had lost the war.My grandfather was gone.Emma had lost our baby.What kind of victory was this?I felt hollow, a walking corpse moving through the motions of arranging my grandfather’s body with the hospital staff. The doctor stood in front of me, speaking in a calm, professional tone, but his words barely registered.“We’ll need to finalize the paperwork for the body transfer, your grandfather the doctor said, his voice measured and sympathetic.I swallowed hard. “And then?” My voice was hoarse, barely recognizable even to myself.“We’ll arrange for the morgue to hold him until the funeral home takes over. Do you have any preferences for the arrangements?”Preferences? What kind of preference could
VICTOR’S POVI had won the battle.But at what cost?As I stood there, watching the video Damian had sent, a crushing weight settled on my chest. The pain was unbearable, like a blade slicing through my soul. My hands trembled, my breath came in ragged gasps, and my vision blurred with unshed tears.My grandfather was dead.Emma had lost her baby.The very people I had fought to protect had suffered because of me.I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was fighting for justice, for the truth. But now, standing in the wreckage of my choices, it felt like I had lost everything.A hollow laugh escaped my lips, but there was no humor in it. Just pain. Deep, consuming pain.I clenched my fists, my entire body shaking with rage. “I’m going to kill him,” I growled.Daniel, who had been standing beside me, grabbed my arm. “Victor, don’t.”I turned to him, my eyes burning with fury. “After everything he’s done, you expect me to just stand here and do nothing?”Daniel’s grip tight
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