ALEXANDER’S POVAfter Mia falls asleep, I slowly untangle myself from her arms and slip out of her room. I can still feel the warmth of her touch on my skin but my mind is too restless to stay. The shattered window disturbs me. It’s a bold statement that I can’t afford to take lightly. The estate is always secure, guarded by the best men I could find, yet somehow someone breached it. I need answers.In my office, the glow of the monitors is the only light in the room. I get to work immediately. I go over the security footage. My eyes scan every frame over and over again. Static fills the screen at the crucial moments.I have so many questions. How did they get in? Who could have orchestrated this?A knock at the door breaks my concentration.“Come in,” I call.The door opens and Thomas steps inside, holding a folder.“Thomas,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “Tell me you have something.”He nods, placing the folder on my desk. “I’ve been digging into Julia, as you asked. Here’s what
ELI’S POVThe moment the woman walks into my living room, my heart sinks. She looks around, acting like she owns the place. She even touches one of the photos.She sits on the couch and crosses her legs. Her aura is a calm one but it’s the kind of calm that puts you on edge. Her confidence basically radiates off her and I know immediately she isn’t here by accident. How can she be? She practically knows my name?“Who the hell are you?” I snap “What are you doing here? How do you know my name?”She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, like she’s studying me. Finally, she speaks with a smile “I’m Camille.”“Camille?” The name means nothing to me. “What do you want?” “What I want, Eli, is to have a little chat.”A little chat? My stomach twists. The last time someone wanted to “chat’, it didn’t end well. I think of James. My chest tightens. Does she know? Is she a cop? Or worse?“Get out of my house,” I say through gritted teeth. I step closer, trying to inti
MIA’S POVI can barely breathe as I stare at the reports Alexander handed me. A breach in the west wing. My heart races. Someone tried to infiltrate the mansion. Again. My hands shake as I set the papers down.“They weren’t amateurs,” Alexander says. He’s standing by the doorway with his arms crossed. His presence should calm me but his expression only deepens my anxiety. “They knew the layout well enough to avoid most of the cameras.”I nod numbly. His words play repatedly in my head. I’m scared for Wendy.“But they didn’t make it inside?” My voice cracks, and I hate how small it sounds.“No,” he confirms “We intercepted them before they got past the garden.”The garden. That’s too close. Way too close. I grip the edge of the table to keep myself still. My mind started spinning with possibilities. Who are these people? What do they want? And why won’t they stop?“Mia.” Alexander’s voice is firm, snapping me out of my thoughts. “We’ve increased security tenfold. Still, I’m looking for
ELI’S POVmille ConfrontationAxThe folder Camille left sits on my table. I look at it and it feels like a ticking bomb. I can’t stop looking at it, even though I’ve already gone through every page. Coloured and black-and-white photographs glare back at me. Camille caught me in every angle I can think of. Every photo is a snapshot of my worst mistake. James. What I did to James. The images haunt me. It seems like a slow motion nightmare that plays in my mind whenever I close my eyes.I lean forward, elbows on my knees with my hands pressed against my temples. How did Camille get this? How? I never left any loose ends. I made sure of that. And yet, here it is, damning evidence, right on my table.I did this in the privacy of my basement. She must have been watching me. But how? And why? How did she know I was going to kidnap James? She must have been keeping tabs on me from the very beginning and I don’t know what her motive is. It scares me.Her parting words echo in my head “I’d ha
MIA’S POVI’m sitting in my office, getting some work done. I try to distract myself with as much work as possible. My hands tremble slightly as I sort through the files, but I force myself to focus. My mind won’t stop racing. Every little noise outside the door or creak of the building feels like a threat. Someone is watching me—I can feel it in my gut. Everything that has been happening lately makes me on edge all the time. It feels like someone can jump out and grab me any minute. It’s scary, really. The thought of it alone makes my chest tighten.My daughter, Wendy. My heart clenches as I think of her. If someone is targeting me, what if they go after her? I’ve done everything I can to protect her, but the feeling that it might not be enough keeps disturbing me.I’m so lost in my thoughts that I barely notice the door to my office opening. Gina steps into my office with a smile.“Hello Ms Mia” she says “I’ve been knocking”I sigh “I’m sorry, Gina. I didn’t hear you. Is there an is
MIA’S POVI wake up to the steady rhythm of Alexander’s heartbeat beneath my cheek. The soft sound of the jet engines is soothing, but the warmth of his arms around me is what truly makes me feel safe. Slowly, I blink my eyes open. The golden light coming through the windows tell me that it’s no longer afternoon.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Alexander’s deep greets me.I tilt my head up to look at him.“Hi Alex” I mumble, still half-asleep.He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “We’re here.”That wakes me up completely. “Here?” I echo, sitting up straighter. “Where’s ‘here’?”Alexander smirks but doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he takes my hand and gently pulls me to my feet. His touch is warm, steady, and makes me feel safe as usual.“Come on. You’ll see.”We step out of the jet, and the moment I see where we are, my breath catches in my throat. The Eiffel Tower stands proudly in the distance. Its iron lattice work shines under the soft light of the sunset. The busy stre
MIA’S POVI lean back in my chair, deep in thought. y fingers trail over the edge of my desk as I stare at the Paris skyline captured in a photo on my phone. It’s only been a few days since Alexander whisked me away, and I still can’t stop thinking about it. Paris. The city of lights and love. It had been breathtaking. It was a literal whirlwind of romance I didn’t think he had in him.Alexander had planned every detail: the private jet, the candlelit dinner overlooking the Eiffel Tower, the way he’d held my hand as we strolled along the Seine like we were the only two people in the world. He had been perfect. Sweet, even.But now, back in the office, the glow of those days feels... fragile. I try not to overthink it, but my mind keeps circling back to the one thing that hangs in the air between us. He hasn’t said a word about changing his mind when it comes to our relationship.I sigh and turn my focus back to my computer screen. Work. Work will keep my thoughts from spiraling. If Al
ALEXANDER'S POVI’m on edge from the moment we step into the gala. The ballroom is alive. The sound of laughter, and the soft clink of champagne glasses fill the air, but none of it touches me. My senses are on overdrive. Every nerve in me is screaming that something isn’t right.My eyes dart to Mia. Her laughter lights up the room. She’s stunning tonight. Her golden dress makes her eyes shine brighter than the chandelier . But the smile she wears doesn’t fool me. Beneath her composed exterior, I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers tighten around her glass when she thinks no one is watching. She's scared and I hate it. I want nothing more than to keep her safe. Mia means more to me than I ever thought was possible. The thought of anything happening to her is unbearable. The delivery earlier in the day is still fresh in my mind—James’ necklace delivered with a note. That kind of delivery, that level of planning, isn’t the work of an amateur. My gut clenches at th
ERIC’S POVI pace the length of my study. My fingers keep drumming against the desk as I stare at the countless documents spread out before me. I know Mia is lying. Wendy is mine—I feel it in my bones. But feeling isn’t enough. I need proof. And if Mia won’t give it to me willingly, I’ll tear the truth from her hands myself.The research is relentless. I’ve scoured every record, every connection Mia had in prison, looking for someone—anyone—who might know what happened during those months she disappeared from my life. And then, in the midst of my search, I stumble upon something I never expected: my own past. I find out a secret about my family that I never knew about.A scandal. A cover-up. A murder.My father, my perfect, untouchable father—was accused of killing a family of three. Not with his own hands, no. He built the unstable house they lived in and because of how greedy he was, he refused to renovate it with better materials. He let it crumble to pieces around them. And when t
MIA’S POVThe cold metal chair beneath me is uncomfortable. The air in the visitation room is thick and suffocating. My fingers drum restlessly against the table as I wait.As soon as Eli gave Camille the document, we knew Camille would try to double cross him. Turns out, we were right. Camille got Eli arrested. I need Eli’s help. So, I decided to come see him in prison.I tap my fingers on the table, waiting impatiently. Then, the door creaks open.Eli steps through, and my breath catches in my throat.He’s barely recognizable. His walk is slower, heavier. His cheekbone is bruised, his lip split, and there’s a faint discoloration around his eye that tells me he’s been in a fight—several, by the looks of it. His jumpsuit hangs off his frame.“Jesus, Eli…” The words slip from my lips before I can stop them.He smirks, or at least tries to, but it looks more like a grimace. “Miss me?”I shake my head, swallowing down the lump in my throat. “What the hell happened to you?”He exhales slo
MIA’S POVEric just left my office, and I can’t breathe. The air feels thick, like I’m choking on all the secrets I’ve tried so hard to bury. My hands are trembling as I sit back in my chair, staring blankly at the door he walked out of.He knows.He has to know something.Why else would he accuse me like that? Like he’s piecing it all together. My stomach turns as I think about Wendy, my sweet, innocent Wendy and what this could mean for her.Eric can never find out she’s his daughter. Never. Not just because of the custody battle I’m sure he’d launch the moment he finds out, but because of Julia. That woman, no, that witch—would ruin Wendy’s life. I can already see it: Wendy being treated as some unwanted stepchild while Julia parades her fake smiles in public and spits venom at her in private. Wendy deserves better than that. She deserves love, stability, and happiness. I’ve worked too hard to give her that to let Eric and his wife take it all away.I grab my phone and dial my priv
ERIC’S POVThe image of Wendy’s innocent face keeps replaying in my mind. I’ve tried to focus on work, to push the thought of her out of my head, but it’s impossible. There’s something about her—something that calls to me. Something is urging me to uncover the truth. I know I should stay away, that my life is complicated enough as it is, but when I saw her with Mia… it shattered everything I thought I knew.I hired the best investigators, threw every resource at the case. My obsession grows with each passing hour. I tell myself it’s for closure, that I need answers. But deep down, I know it’s more than that. It’s something deeper. There’s a part of me that can’t shake the feeling that this little girl, Wendy is mine.I look through the details of Mia’s life after prison. The investigators are thorough. They help me uncover things I never knew, and it only deepens my desire to know more. After her release, Mia traveled to a state I never knew her to visit before. I can’t explain why, b
ALEXANDER’S POVI’ve always believed that when you’re dealing with someone as ruthless as Camille, you have to be prepared for the unexpected. But nothing could have prepared me for the call that came in late that night. The voice on the other end was shaky, and filled with fear. It sounded as if they’ve been sitting on this secret for far too long."Alexander," the voice says. "I have information about Camille."I sit up straighter, immediately alert. My hand grips the edge of my desk. The blood in my veins runs cold. It’s the one thing I’ve been searching for—information that could expose everything about her."Who is this?" I demand.The voice hesitates for a long moment before answering, as if trying to think if they can trust me with what they're about to say."You don’t know me," they say, and there’s bitterness in their words. "But I know you. I know you’ve been digging into Camille, and I know what you’re trying to find."I lean forward “How do you know this?”“I was once like
ERIC’S POVI step into the supermarket with a frown on my face. My life has been hell lately, and this errand is the closest thing to a break I’ve had in weeks. Julia has been unbearable. She’s been clinging to me like a shadow…literally. She’s always watching, always scheming. I should’ve seen it before. I married a psycho.My hand clenches around the grocery list she shoved at me this morning. Milk, eggs, cereal—all the necessities she refuses to get herself. Still, I’m grateful for the outing. At least, for a moment, I can breathe without her presence suffocating me.I’m walking through the crowded shopping mal when I feel a small, solid thud against my leg. Looking down, I see her. A little girl, no older than five, looking up at me with wide, deep brown eyes. Eyes that look oddly familiar. My breath catches in my throat.There’s something about her… something I can’t quite place.“Sorry, mister,” she says softly. She clutches a small stuffed bunny in her arms. Its ears are worn a
ELI’S POVI shove my hands into my pockets as I make my way to the warehouse. I take a deep breath as I push open the creaky door. I’ve got one goal tonight: end this.Camille stands in the center of the room, poised like a queen in her court. Her heels click against the concrete as she turns to face me. She smirks when she sees me. She looks as confident as ever.“Eli,” she purrs, tilting her head. “Right on time. How predictable.”I don’t bother responding. Instead, I pull the folder from my jacket and toss it onto the table between us. “There. That’s everything you asked for.”Her eyes are filled with amusement as she picks up the document, flipping through it leisurely. “You really outdid yourself this time. I have to admit, I never thought you had it in you. You actually got it. It was hard, wasn’t it?”“I did what you asked. It doesn’t matter how I did it”“How cute. I guess this means you’ve patched things up with your Mia, huh?”Her words are like nails scraping against my ski
ELI’S POVFor days, I think of how the hell I’m going to get this document from Mia. Camille has asked me to do the impossible. There’s no way I can get close enough to Mia to do this.I stare at the photo of it, the one Camille sent me earlier. It’s grainy, but I can make out the important details—the faint blueprints, the scribbled notes that could mean anything or everything. I don’t know what it is about this document, but I can’t shake the feeling that it holds the key to everything Camille wants. I’ve tried to find another way, any other way. But there’s only one place the document is likely to be: with Alexander. And that’s a problem. How the hell do I get it from him? Their mansion is basically a fortress. Nobody goes in without a fight or their permission.But maybe, just maybe, if I do this right, I can get through. I don’t want to betray Mia so, I have to think of a plan. I have to think of something that will benefit both of us.I stare down at the picture of the documen
ALEXANDER’S POVMy fingers hover over the keyboard as I reread the email sitting in my inbox."I can give you the information you need about Camille. Contact me."No signature. No name. Just the promise of answers.Who can this be?Camille. The woman has been tormenting us. Every lead I’ve chased has been a dead end. Every contact I’ve reached out to has come back empty-handed because of her "powerful connections". It’s infuriating. People like Camille don’t just appear out of nowhere. There’s always a trail—something to follow.But with her? Nothing.I clench my fists, staring at the email as if forcing it to reveal its secrets. For all I know, this could be a trap, a ploy to throw me off her. But what if it’s not? What if this is finally the breakthrough I need? My heart pounds in my chest as my finger hovers over the mouse, ready to click.And then, just as I press the button, the screen goes black.“Damn it!” I shout, slamming my palms on the desk. My laptop shuts down completely,