CAMILLE'S POVI sit back in the armchair of my private suite with the stem of my wine glass resting between my fingers. I take a sip of my wine, savoring the taste of it. The night has been... productive. Every move, every subtle nudge, has sent Mia closer to the edge. Watching her squirm under the pressure of her fear is intoxicating.It’s almost too easy.A soft laugh escapes me as I swirl the wine in my glass. Poor Mia. Always trying to play the good girl, the noble heroine, protecting everyone she loves. But heroes don’t survive games like this.From the adjoining room, the sound of hushed giggles and low whispers pulls my attention. Two women appear in the doorway. Their bodies are dressed in loosely in silk sheets that barely cling to their curves. Their eyes are filled with mischief as they walk toward me. “Camille,” one of them purrs “You’ve been working too hard.”“Come back to bed, honey,” the other adds, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “We’ll help you unwind.”I tak
MIA'S POV"You are pregnant."The words hit me like a wave. To say I'm shocked is an understatement. I blink, trying to grasp the words, trying to make sense of what the doctor just said. My heart starts to race, and for a second, I think maybe I imagined it."I'm pregnant?" I whisper.My hand moves to my stomach, resting there, where a tiny life now exists."Yes," the doctor confirms with a warm smile. "Congratulations, Mia."Tears fill my eyes, but this time, they’re from happiness—pure, overwhelming happiness.I’m pregnant.It feels like a dream, like all the pain and doubt I’ve been carrying for months has been lifted. After all the waiting, the hoping, the endless frustration—this is the moment I’ve been praying for."Thank you! Thank you so much!" I say.I grab the report from his hands, clutching it tightly, as if it’s the most precious thing in the world—because right now, it is. I nearly fly out of the doctor’s office. As I make my way through the hospital hallways, a smile s
I sit in the cold courtroom. My hands tremble as they rest on my lap. The metal cuffs feel heavier today, as if they're trying to drag me further down to the ground. My heart pounds in my chest, louder than the murmurs of the crowd and the shuffling of papers around me. The week in jail has been a nightmare, but this... this is worse. Yes, you read that right. After the fight with Julia, Eric proceeded to get me arrested for assault and attempted murder. I glance around the room, hoping—no, begging—for a familiar face. Not once has Eric visited me. My husband. The man who swore to love and protect me. And yet, here I am, alone and abandoned. The pain in my chest is unbearable. The ache intensifies with every passing second. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. How has it come to this? Julia. My best friend. My stomach twists at the thought of her, and in that moment, I feel guilty. I didn’t mean to hurt her. That day... it’s all a blur. I caught th
It’s been weeks. Weeks of cold nights on a thin mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling of my cell, wondering how I ended up here.Prisoner.The word still feels foreign to me, even though I’ve been living it. There’s an ache in my chest, reminding me of the betrayal that landed me in this place.Eric and Julia—the two people I trusted most—had betrayed me. My husband got me arrested, leaving me to rot here while they lived their happy little lives, free from the consequences of what they’d done.I run my hand over my stomach, my heart aching for the child growing inside me. Our child. It’s still hard to wrap my mind around it. I’m scared, terrified for this innocent life caught in the middle of this nightmare.What will I do? How can I protect my baby when I can’t even protect myself?The prison doors creak open, pulling me out of my thoughts."You have a visitor," the guard says.Slowly, I get up and make my way to the visitation room. For a moment, I hold onto a foolish hope that
I don’t know what I’m expecting when I agree to Alexander’s plan, but I certainly don’t expect how quickly things move. One moment, we’re in front of the prison discussing what needs to be done, and the next, I’m being escorted to his mansion.The drive is quiet, as Alexander sits beside me, staring straight ahead with a cold unreadable expression. His silence makes the air feel thick, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to him than he lets on. Sitting so close to him does something to me. It puts me on edge. It makes my body stand at attention.As soon as we arrive, Alexander doesn’t waste any time. He gives instructions to his staff and disappears into his office, leaving me alone in the living room. The mansion is enormous and so is his estate, with high ceilings, marble floors, and chandeliers that sparkle like they’re made of diamonds. It feels cold and empty—just like Alexander. There’s no warmth here, no life.I shiver slightly, wrapping my arms around myself, feeli
ERIC'S POVI take a deep breath, feeling the tension in my chest tighten as I look at Julia. We’re in the middle of another argument—if I can even call it that. At this point, it’s like she’s deaf to reason, and I’m exhausted trying to make her see sense.“Julia,” I say, trying to keep myself calm. I'm tired of the shouting and the arguing, “do you even realize how much you’ve spent this month alone? We’re nearing two million dollars, Julia. On what? Bags? Clothes? Pointless things that you don’t even need.”She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning back on the kitchen counter. She looks as if she’s utterly bored by the conversation. “Eric, you’re overreacting,” she says “It’s not that big of a deal. You have the money. Why are you making this an issue?”My hands ball into fists, and I can feel the anger inside my spreading. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming. “Overreacting? Julia, this isn’t the first time. Every month, I keep watching my account drain l
ERIC'S POVThe moment I see her, the world narrows to just one person. Mia.For a moment, time stops.Her smile fades—not much, but enough that I know she recognizes me. My heart slams against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. She looks away almost instantly and her action stings more than it should.“You alright, Manuel?” Gerald’s voice snaps me back to the present.“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse, but I clear my throat and force a smile. “I’m fine.”Gerald speaks “Well, I’ve got to head out for a bit. You should mingle. I’m sure you’ll find someone interesting to talk to.”He turns back to Mia "Thank you once again for gracing us with your presence" Mia smiles "It's fine, really. It's a lovely exhibition" Gerald smiles at her before walking away and disappearing into the crowd. I don’t move. My feet are glued to the floor as I watch Mia. She moves on to another painting, acting like I don't exist. She's beautiful, poised and very composed. I, on the other hand, feel like I’m fal
ERIC'S POVI stand frozen. I watch them in disbelief as Alexander's words echo in my mind.“Your ex-wife is my wife.” he says. It’s like the ground has been ripped out from beneath me. My mind races, trying to process the impossible. Mia is married to Alexander? My business rival? The man who made it his life’s mission to tear down everything I built?“No,” I mutter, shaking my head. My fists clench at my sides as I take a step closer. “You’re lying.”Alexander stands calm “Why would I lie, Eric?”I ignore him and turn to Mia. “Is this true?” I demand. “Are you seriously married to him?”She doesn’t answer. Her expression is unreadable and her lips are pressed into a tight line. That silence, more than anything, cuts deep.“Mia!” I shout “Say something!”Alexander steps between us. His huge frame blocks my view of her. “If you have questions, Eric, ask me. Stop harassing my wife.”“Your wife?” I repeat, raising my voice “Do you even know who she is?"“Enough,”My eyes move to Mia, h
CAMILLE'S POVI sit back in the armchair of my private suite with the stem of my wine glass resting between my fingers. I take a sip of my wine, savoring the taste of it. The night has been... productive. Every move, every subtle nudge, has sent Mia closer to the edge. Watching her squirm under the pressure of her fear is intoxicating.It’s almost too easy.A soft laugh escapes me as I swirl the wine in my glass. Poor Mia. Always trying to play the good girl, the noble heroine, protecting everyone she loves. But heroes don’t survive games like this.From the adjoining room, the sound of hushed giggles and low whispers pulls my attention. Two women appear in the doorway. Their bodies are dressed in loosely in silk sheets that barely cling to their curves. Their eyes are filled with mischief as they walk toward me. “Camille,” one of them purrs “You’ve been working too hard.”“Come back to bed, honey,” the other adds, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “We’ll help you unwind.”I tak
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
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
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’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
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 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 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
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