MIA’S POVThe buzz of my phone jolts me awake. My hand fumbles across the nightstand, and as I grab it, the screen lights up with a string of missed calls. Eli. My stomach turns. Twenty-seven missed calls? What the hell?A voicemail notification lingers at the top of the screen. I press play, wondering what is so important that he had to call me this early and several times might I add.“Mia,” Eli’s voice bursts through the speaker. His tone is frantic and jagged, like he’s speaking through gritted teeth. “You need to meet me. Now. Your life—it’s in danger. Please, Mia, it’s urgent.”His voice wavers, and for a second, I think I hear him curse under his breath before the message cuts out. I sit there frozen with my heart hammering against my ribs. The urgency in his voice has my thoughts spiraling. What kind of danger? And why would Eli know anything about it?My better instincts scream at me to ignore him, to stay home and lock every door. But there’s something about the desperation
ERIC’S POVEric Julia Intense SceneAxI stood in front of the mirror, toweling off after my shower. The water had been scalding hot and I needed it just like I’d needed that trip that I just came back from.The trip had nothing to do with business. I lied about that. I just wanted that distance from her—from Julia. Living with her had turned into an endless storm of arguments, cold silences, and bitter words that left a huge ache in my chest. I didn’t even tell her I was leaving. I just packed up and vanished. It was selfish, maybe, but it was the only way I could stay sane. She wasn’t the woman I married. She gets worse as the days go by and I’m fucking tired of it.She’s not like Mia. Mia was the perfect wife. In times like this, I wish I treated her better. It’s true what they say. You never know what you have till it’s gone. And I intend to have her back.Now, back in this suffocating space, I wanted, no, needed to see Mia. She was the one good thing in my life, even if she doesn
ALEXANDER’S POVThe CCTV footage plays for the third time. My eyes remain glued to the screen. Each movement is ingrained in my mind. Mia’s trembling voice still echoes in my ears from earlier. She told me everything—about Eli, about the strange woman and about James’ death. I never liked James but he definitely doesn’t deserve what happened to him.And now, staring at the grainy images, I know she’s right. This isn’t random. This stranger’s presence is deliberate. Her movements are calculated. She’s not here for Mia’s well-being. She’s here to dismantle her, piece by piece. And not just her, anyone who stands by her side, myself included.But why?The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, but I don’t feel tired. I feel restless, like the answer I need is just beyond my grasp. I scrub a hand through my hair and rewind the footage again. The woman who we just found out goes by the name ‘Camille’ appears on the screen with a smug expression, like she’s enjoying the show.“Boss, you’ve
ELI’S POVI can’t stop pacing. My thoughts spiral out of control. My apartment feels smaller than ever. The walls feel like they’re closing in on me. Camille’s twisted games have pushed me to the brink, and now, Mia’s face haunts me. That look—the betrayal, the pain in her eyes when she saw the photograph. I can never forget it. It hurts me physically to see her like that.Does this mean she’ll never forgive me? That she won’t want me anymore?The thought pierces through me like a knife. I drop onto the edge of my couch, burying my face in my hands, trying to breathe through the ache in my chest. The idea of losing Mia—of her looking at me with that kind of hatred hurts more than anything I’ve ever experienced.“Damn it, Mia,” I mutter. I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white. “Why can’t you see this isn’t me? Why can’t you trust me? I did this for us”But I know it isn’t her fault. Camille orchestrated this. She wants to separate me from Mia. And who the hell even is Camille?
MIA’S POVI pace the length of my room in Cynthia’s house. My mind keeps circling back to the park—to him. No matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the image of Eli and James in the photograph. Eli killed him. I saw it with my own eyes. But why? Eli seems so nice. He’s never been the type to even cause trouble or hurt a fly. How come he killed a whole person? This doesn’t seem like the Eli I know.The memory of James lying lifeless on the ground and the cold, detached look in Eli’s eyes haunts me. Eli, of all people. I thought I knew him. I thought… No, I felt like I understood him. But now? Now, everything feels different. Everything feels wrong.I’ve been at Cynthia’s house since that night. Alexander’s mansion… it didn’t feel safe. Not for me. Not for Wendy. And even though I know it hurt Alexander for me to leave. The pain in his eyes still burns in my memory, I had to protect her. Wendy’s safety is my priority, even if it costs me everything else.But Wendy… she’s barely spoken to
JULIA’S POVThe steering wheel feels cool under my fingers as I drive. My lips curl into a smile I know Eric hates, the one that says I’m three steps ahead of him. And I am. He thought he could come back into town unnoticed, slipping in and out. He wants to be hidden like a shadow, huh?. But shadows can’t hide from me—not when I’ve spent so long learning how to chase them.I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He’s sitting stiffly in the passenger seat. His jaw is clenched so tight it’s a wonder his teeth haven’t cracked. His hands rest on his knees, fingers twitching slightly. Nervous. Angry. Both. Good. He deserves to feel a little of what I’ve felt these past months.“You’re awfully quiet,” I say, keeping my tone light and teasing. “That’s not like you, Eric. You usually have so much to say.”He doesn’t respond. His gaze is fixed straight ahead, but I can see the muscle in his cheek jumping. He’s trying so hard to ignore me, to pretend he’s somewhere else. But he’s here, wit
CAMILLE’S POVI stand outside the tall glass building. My eyes are locked on the polished silver letters shining against the morning sun.Armitage Enterprises.The nameplate mocks me. My hands tremble at my sides, but not from fear—oh, no. It’s rage that spreads through me like a wave. My grief and anger are so intense that it’s suffocated me for years.Six years. Six agonizing years since the world I knew shattered into dust.The memories come crashing into me. My father’s voice echoes in my mind—his warm laugh, his reassuring words whenever I failed at something The man who taught me how to stand tall even when life threatened to knock me down. But no one taught me how to stand tall when he wasn’t there anymore. No one prepared me for the day I’d stare at his lifeless body on a cold steel slab. Nobody prepared me for the day when I’d cry over his body at the morgue.And then there was the baby. My hands instinctively press against my abdomen. The phantom ache is still so vivid that
CAMILLE’S POVI settle into the backseat of the car. I feel exhausted from a long day of shopping. The driver catches my eye in the rearview mirror."We're getting close to your apartment, ma'am," he says.I nod. I look out the window as the city lights pass by.But my attention is soon diverted by the driver's furrowed brow. I notice how his eyes dart around like he’s uncomfortable. In this moment, I know something is terribly wrong. "Ma'am, I think we're being followed," he says in a low tone.My instincts kick in, and I sit up straight. I don’t take these kind of things lightly. I have a lot of enemies and I don’t put it past them to follow me. could it be Eli? It can’t be him. He knows I’m always two steps ahead. He knows better than to follow me.I look behind us, scanning the surrounding cars with my eyes. I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. I’m just about to tell the driver he’s being paranoid when I notice a car trailing a little too closely behind us, even when the
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,