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
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,
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
MIA’S POVI step into the boardroom with Alexander by my side. The air is thick with tension, the kind that makes people hold their breath, waiting for something to happen. As soon as we enter, Camille's expression shifts from confidence to shock, but she quickly masks it with a scowl.She wasn’t expecting us. Especially not Alexander.A slow, smug smile spreads across her lips as she crosses her arms and leans against the long y table. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mia and Alexander. Just in time for my leadership party. How thoughtful of you to attend."Her voice drips with mockery, but I refuse to give her the reaction she wants. Alexander stands tall beside me. I meet Camille’s gaze head-on, unbothered by her taunts."I must say," Camille continues, strutting around the room as if she already owns the place, "I expected resistance, but I didn’t think you'd have the nerve to show up and watch your empire slip right through your fingers."I smirk, tilting my head. "I wouldn’t be so
CAMILLE’S POVThe past two days have been nothing but preparation. Preparation for me to take over Alexander’s company. Ever since the attack, I’ve spent hours scrutinizing my men, watching their every move, searching for any sign of betrayal. But for the first time, I find nothing. No suspicious behavior, no hidden agendas. Just silence.Fine. It doesn’t matter.Tomorrow is what truly counts. Tomorrow, I take everything. The company will be mine, and I’ll get to watch as Alexander and Mia crumble under the weight of their own failure. Just the thought sends a rush of satisfaction through me. They took everything from me. Now, it’s my turn.A slow smile stretches across my lips as I reach for my phone, dialing one of the board directors.“Everything is in place?” I ask him. “Yes, ma’am,” he responds without hesitation. “Everything will proceed exactly as planned.”“Good.” I end the call. My fingers tighten around the phone as I let the victory settle in my bones.Tomorrow, everything
MIA’S POVLooking into Alexander’s eyes, every worry of mine is gone in an instant. There’s just something about him….something that keeps pulling me deeper even when I try to pull away. I don’t try to fight it. I can’t.Alexander leans down, capturing my lips in his again. Our lips move passionately against each other. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Every kiss, every touch – it sets my whole body on fire but in the best way possible.Alexander lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, never breaking the kiss. I feel him go to the other end of the room and sit on the bed. I shove my tongue further down his throat, deepening the kiss. My whole body feels alive in a way it never has with anyone before. His touch is electric. His kisses are addictive. Alexander is like a drug that I can’t get enough of and I don’t even want to. As we kiss, the air around us feels charged with electricity. Every nerve ending of mine is standing at attention and goosebumps rise down my a
ALEXANDER’S POVMia's fingers are tight around my wrist as she drags me out of Wendy’s room. Her grip is so desperate that I can feel the slight tremble in her hands. I follow her without arguing because I know for Mia to act this way, it must be something serious. Earlier, she said something about Eric being convinced that he’s Wendy’s father but it’s still left me confused because she hasn’t explained yet. I need her to tell me what’s happening. That’s the only way I’ll be able to help.“Mia, what’s going on?” I ask the moment she pulls me into the hallway.She looks around as if to make sure no one else is within earshot. Then she turns to me. Her eyes are wide and filled with fear. “Eric knows.”Silence stretches between us as my stomach tightens. “Knows what?”“He’s convinced that Wendy is his daughter,” she breathes out.Shock slams into me like a fist. “What?”Mia nods frantically. “When he confronted me in my office, it seemed like he was just making assumptions but right now
MIA’S POVI slide into the backseat of the car. My fingers tremble as I gently touch my throat where Eric’s hands had squeezed. The skin there is still hot from the pressure. I wince at the memory of his grip, the raw anger in his eyes. I could practically feel the anger radiating off him. His actions shocked me even more.Even when we were married, Eric had never been violent with me. He’d always been... controlling, sure, but never like this.Now, it’s like a switch has flipped. I can see the fury in his eyes. He seems desperate to find out the truth. He knows something, and I can’t—won’t—let him find out the truth. Wendy cannot be his. I won’t let him take her away from me. Not after everything we’ve been through.I need to talk to Alexander. He’s the only one who can help me. He’s the only one who knows about sending the warden off.How else did Eric confirm that Wendy was his daughter if not through the warden? My mind is racing and the pieces of the puzzle seem to be snapping in
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