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
CAMILLE’S POVThe man’s breathing is labored, and his eyes are filled with panic as I press the gun barrel firmly against his temple. My voice is steady and low but inside, I can feel the adrenaline spreading though me."You think you can follow me and get away with it?" I growl, my grip tightening on the weapon. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, but he doesn't speak. Smart—at least smarter than I gave him credit for. "I don’t know who sent you, and I don’t care. But let me make one thing perfectly clear: you try this again, and I won’t stop at threats."He opens his mouth to protest, but I lean in closer. The cold steel of the gun presses harder against his skin."Not a word," I hiss. "Not unless you want this to end very, very badly for you."The man stiffens, and I can see the fear in his eyes. Satisfied that my message has sunk in, I step back slightly but keep the gun trained on him. My voice is ice. "Do you understand me?"He nods quickly and his lips tremble as he spea
MIA’S POVI stand at the school gate with a smile on my face as I watch the children coming out. Their laughter fills the air.It’s been a while since Wendy and I properly hung out. A lot has been happening and this has affected my relationship with my daughter. Even though I saw her this morning, I miss her. The thought of holding her again makes my chest ache. Then I spot her with her little pigtails bouncing as she scans the crowd. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and before I can even call her name, she’s running toward me."Mummy!" she squeals, throwing herself into my arms.I scoop her up, holding her tight as her arms wrap around my neck."My baby," I murmur into her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. "I missed you so much.""I missed you too!" she says, pulling back just enough to beam at me. Her happiness is contagious, and I find myself smiling back. All my worries fade in this moment. All that matters is her."How about we get some ice cream before we head home?" I sug
MIA’S POVThe moment Gina walked away, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The best option was to fire Gina but she begged me not to. I put myself in her shoes. I don’t blame her. She was desperate.Besides, was firing her really the best idea? Gina knew a lot about the company and she could easily play into Camille’s hands out of spite. The best thing is to keep an eye on her.I sink back into the seat of the car. My thoughts keep circling back to the fake document. It was supposed to be a weapon, something to use against me, but Camille didn’t know it was fake. Camile didn’t have a clue, did she?Just as I’m about to slip deeper into my thoughts, my phone buzzes, dragging me out of my head. The number on the screen is unfamiliar, but I answer it anyway.“Mia,” the voice on the other end says.I recognize the voice immediately. It’s Eric.“I see you,” he says “You need to pull over. I need to talk to you.”I sigh, rubbing my temples. I don’t have time for his games. Not
MIA’S POVMy heart pounds against my ribs as I sit in the car, gripping the leather of my seat. Outside, my driver speaks to the stranger who has been following us. I watch them through the tinted window with my breath caught in my throat.Who is this person? And why are they trailing me?Then, the second car door opens, and someone steps out.Gina.My breath hitches. Gina? My secretary?What the hell is she doing here?She exchanges a few words with my driver. As she talks, I can see her hands trembling at her sides. Then I hear it in her voice as she speaks. Even her voice is shaking."I need to speak to Miss Mia alone." She says.Alone?We literally just saw each other at the office. Why didn’t she talk to me there? Why did she have to trail behind me like a mad man?I lower the window. My eyes lock onto hers, searching for answers. Gina looks terrified. Her face is pale and I can see beads of sweat glistening on her forehead despite how cold it is outside."Gina?" My voice comes o
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