Lyla’s POVI felt sick to my stomach when I heard Mrs. Karev speak. If I didn’t know her cognitive abilities, I would have sworn she was an uneducated street vendor. My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t help but stare at her, utterly dumbfounded.“Pardon?” That was the only thing I could manage to say.“You heard me correctly,” Mrs. Karev snapped. “Sasha will head the project, and since it was your idea, you’ll have the opportunity to work under her.”I couldn’t make sense of it—not because Mrs. Karev was being biased, but because Sasha had no idea how to handle a business, let alone a major project like this one. If Mrs. Karev wasn’t careful, she was going to ruin everything the family had worked so hard for. Sasha was going to destroy it all.“With all due respect, Mrs. Karev, this idea was mine. If you want Sasha to take the lead, I’ll gladly hand over the files, but I’m only doing it because of my relationship with Jace. I won’t be part of the disaster waiting to happen. You’re bein
Lyla’s POVJace stormed into the car, slamming the door with such force I thought it might come off its hinges. His anger was palpable, and I could see the fury burning in his eyes. He didn't speak a word to me, only turned to the driver and muttered, “Drive.” The car lurched forward, and I watched as Mrs. Karev and Sasha stood, their eyes locked on us. I could hear Mrs. Karev calling Jace’s name, but he didn’t respond. They wanted to speak to him, but he had already stormed out of the office, too furious to even acknowledge them.Even with the AC running, the heat inside the car felt suffocating. Jace hadn’t said anything, just silently removed his suit jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and loosened his tie. The tension in the air was thick, but I didn’t dare interrupt. Finally, he spoke, his voice tight with frustration. “My mom is an intelligent, educated woman, but somehow, Sasha and her family have completely brainwashed her. I can’t understand why she’s letting Sasha handle this pr
Lyla’s POV"Don't be dramatic now, girl," Abel sneered, leaning closer. "You and I both know that the only reason my cousin married you was to use you to build the already successful company. He doesn’t love you. Come be with me, and I’ll take care of you. Let me show you what a real man is like." He reached for my hair, but I quickly pushed him away, my heart pounding in my chest."You better not push your luck, Abel," I hissed. "If it weren’t for the fact that I don’t want to create a scene, I’d slap you so hard across the face you wouldn’t know what hit you. What the hell is wrong with you? I’m married to your cousin—have you forgotten that?" I waved my ring in front of his face, but he didn’t seem to care."Don’t be delusional," he scoffed. "Who says you can’t cheat with me? Jace’s mother doesn’t want you, my father doesn’t want to see you either, but I can take you away from all of them. I can buy you a beach house, a penthouse, and we can do whatever we want. Just you and me, no
Lyla’s POVNot this feeling again, the one I hated so much. The one that made me feel like I was going to pass out, like I was sinking and evaporating all at once. It overtook me, and I couldn’t help but groan, screaming out in fear. The words kept replaying in my mind, each one sharper than the last. "She overdosed. My sister." My heart stopped for a moment as my feet stumbled in the elevator. I was paralyzed by the news—the weight of it was too much to bear.I couldn’t control the tears that started flowing, and Jace kept asking me what had happened, but my lips were too shaky to form a coherent sentence.“What happened? What happened? What did she say to you?” Jace's voice was frantic as he held me, trying to make eye contact. But I was too broken to respond. He picked my phone up from the floor, where I had dropped it in shock. Mrs. Maddy was still on the line, panicking, telling him what had happened. The elevator doors opened just then, and we hurried out, racing to the car.“Go
Lyla's POVBailey was home, on bed rest after everything that had happened. I wouldn’t leave her side. I was furious, heartbroken, and terrified for her, but I didn’t say a word. I just sat there, staring at her, lost in my thoughts."Sis, I’m fine," she said softly, noticing the tear that rolled down my cheek."Why, Bailey? Why would you do that? You tried to end your life… Why would you put me through that, especially when you know how hard things are for me? What’s going on with you?" My voice trembled, calm but filled with so much pain. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. This was the second time Bailey had come so close to death. What if next time she didn’t make it? Another fear bubbled to the surface.“I’m sorry, Sis,” Bailey whispered, her voice breaking. “The pain was just too much. I just wanted everything to go away. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore.”I couldn’t blame her, not entirely. I knew everyone had their own battles, their own struggles. But hearing my li
Lyla’s POV“I’m eagerly anticipating our first night together, I can't wait to show you just how much you’ve been missing. I’ve transferred $2 million into your account as a gesture to spoil you and prove that I can offer so much more.I was reading the note when Jace opened the door and stood behind me. I quickly hid the paper inside my shorts before he could see who the parcel was from.“What is that? Who sent you a package?” Jace stretched his neck, trying to see what I was holding. Panic surged through me. How was I supposed to explain this? How could I tell him that it was from his cousin, Abel, and that the contents were completely inappropriate? I had to think fast, and my mind raced as I tried to come up with a believable lie.“It’s a package from a lingerie brand. They want me to work with them and sent me a sample,” I said quickly, hoping it would work.“Oh, I see. What do they want? Can I see it?” Jace asked, his curiosity clear.My heart skipped a beat. There was no way he
Lyla’s POVJace’s face was filled with anger, but it suddenly morphed into a burst of laughter.“Oh my god! You should’ve seen your face!” he laughed again, and I felt the tension in my body begin to ease.I shook my head in disbelief. “What’s wrong with you, Jace?” I playfully swatted his shoulder, and he pulled me closer, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.“You know I’d never hurt you, right? I only came in here to apologize for what I said downstairs. I was too harsh. I just wanted to say sorry,” he murmured, kissing my forehead again.“It’s alright. Your reasons are valid, and I’m not upset. You did what you thought was right. I’ll just return the item and let them know I’m not interested,” I reassured him.“You don’t have to return it. You can keep it. Well, except for the dildo, of course,” he chuckled, teasing me.“I’ll return everything so it doesn’t remind me of my bad decision,” I said, half-laughing, half-serious.We shared a brief kiss, but before anything could go furth
Lyla’s POVI tried to slam the door in his face, but Collins wedged his hand between it and the frame. I wasn’t interested in hearing anything he had to say; I needed him to leave and never come close to Bailey again. Not now. Not ever.“Please, you have to listen to me, Lyla,” he pleaded, his voice strained. “Give me a chance to explain myself.”“Explain yourself?” I interrupted, my anger bubbling over. “What more is there to say? Are you going to feed her more lies, manipulate your way back into her life? That’s not going to happen, so you better leave now before I call security and let the dogs loose on you.”I was seething, my words sharp and filled with rage. Every part of me was bristling, ready to snap. I made another attempt to slam the door, but he blocked it again.“Lyla, please, just hear me out. I swear, you can do whatever you want with me if I don’t make sense. Please, just listen.”At that point, I realized there was nothing I could say to change his mind, so I opened t
Bailey's POV The guest bathroom was quiet, too quiet. Bailey stood over the sink, clutching her phone like it might burn her skin. Her thumb hovered over the number.“K.”No last name. No picture. No call history before now.She opened the contact.Nothing but a blank number. No clues. No metadata. Just one thing: the message had come from that number moments before the call was logged.Her heart thudded. She could hear laughter outside the door—her family, the new found peace. She didn’t want to disrupt that. Not again.But the name. "Protected Asset".Why her?There was a time when she believed everything Lyla told her. That they were simply survivors of a dangerous time. That they had gotten lucky. That the world was finally safe again. But the older Bailey got, the more her instincts sharpened—and they had been whispering for months now.There were gaps in her story.Memories that felt inserted. Emotions that didn’t align. And now this strange call that she didn’t make.Outside t
The Thanksgiving HourLyla's POV The scent of cinnamon and toasted rosemary drifted through the house like a calming melody, wrapping each room in a warmth that made time appear to stretch. The living room boomed with the soft hum of old jazz records playing on a speaker Lyla refused to replace. In the backyard, the kids laughed with joy, their laughter riding the swing set into the soft golden light of late afternoon.Inside the kitchen, Lyla stood over the mashed potatoes, her sleeves rolled up and her face dripping of sweat which she wiped off occasionally with her elbow.She stirred them methodically, humming along with the music while her apron—one Claire had gifted her years ago that read Master of the House—absorbs the chaos of cooking.“Hey!” Chad called from the stove at the other side of the kitchen. “Do sweet potatoes burn faster if you stare at them?”Lyla laughed. “Yes. The potatoes can sense fear.”Bailey entered with her hair up in a high ponytail and two pies balance
Bailey's POV The rain came down in a quiet drizzle as Bailey wandered the campus garden, the fog from her breath mingling with the early morning chill. Her textbooks were still in her bag, unread. Sleep had eluded her. Not from exams or stress.But because of that dream again.The same hallway. White tile. The same phrase clung into her memory like a scar.“She was never supposed to know.”She had not told anyone yet, not even Lyla. But last night, she had stayed late in the medical lab and submitted a sample for a DNA test—one she had been carrying around in her mind for months but never had the courage to confront.She will have the results by tonight.And a feeling deep in her chest told her nothing would be the same after that.Jace paced in the hidden room beneath the clinic. It had been two days since they found Becky’s twisted letter to Bailey, and still, the questions piled higher than answers.Lyla sat across him, surrounded by old files. A folder already damaged with water
Jace POV The next morning, the sun was already hot against the windows of Karev Medical & Wellness center. Jace had barely managed three hours of sleep.Lyla made him coffee while reviewing files. Neither spoke about the trapdoor, the lily, or the voice message just yet. Not until they had more information.The bell above the door chimed.Jace looked up—and froze.An elderly man in a tailored navy coat stepped inside. He walked with a slow, deliberate limp. Silver hair, sharp eyes. Something about him screamed military or something worse.The man held out a letter. “Dr. Jace Karev?”“Yes,” Jace said carefully.“I was told you’re the only one who can help.”Jace opened the letter.It was hand-written. “This man should be dead. On record, he is. But he isn’t. Help him—and you’ll start to understand what they erased from your past.Don’t trust the files.From_A Friend.”Jace gasped. “Who gave you this?”The man looked around nervously. “She told me to come here. A woman with short dark
Bailey's POV The emergency lights flickered in the archive room, throwing Bailey and Callum into crimson shadows. The girl—A-11—stood eerily calm between the cabinets.Bailey’s breath hitched. She couldn’t look away.Same height. Same build. Same eyes.But there was something off about her… like a reflection bent by time and darkness.“You’re lying,” Bailey whispered. “I don’t have a sister.”“No,” the girl replied coolly, “you have an upgraded prototype.”A-11 stepped forward, lifting a finger and tapping the metal case with a smug smile. “Everything you need to know about me is in there. Right next to the pages that say you were supposed to be terminated before age five.”Bailey recoiled. “Terminated?”Callum moved protectively in front of her.The girl chuckled. “Relax. You’re useful now.”Gunshots echoed again in the distance.“They’re coming,” she added. “You have two minutes before this place gets turned into ash. Make a choice, Bailey. Come with me—or die like the others.”Bail
Jace POVJace was overwhelmed at the quick completion of his clinic, one that he has always wanted to own but his father insisted he carries on with the family business after the demise of his elder brother.But right now, everything was finally falling into place and he couldn't be less excited.At last, he'll be able to practice as a neurologist, something he has wanted all his life.The morning air held the faint scent of rain, the pavement still damp from an early downpour. Jace stood just beneath the bronze plaque as the drill clicked off, leaving behind the last echo of steel on the brick.KAREV MEDICAL & WELLNESS CENTER Dr. Jace KarevThe words unscripted in gold glittered caught in the rising sun like a diamond carved into metal.He took a step back, arms crossed, heart beating just a little faster than he would like to admit. Not for the plaque—but for what it meant.A clean slate.He hadn’t told his father. He hasn't seen the need to. For once, Jace wasn’t chasing legacy. H
Bailey's POVIt was the beginning of the year in medical school,Bailey Turner had never been so excited as she would finally be a neurosurgeon, it's something she had wanted right from her childhood.She got to the gate and waited beneath the arch of St. Clair Medical School’s East Wing, the frosty morning air pulling at the tips of her chestnut hair. She gripped the strap of her schoolbag as though it were a soothing relief to the tension already building within her and gazed up at the building's glass exterior. Rain had created lines on the surface resembling ghost fingers. She took a deep breath.This wasn’t just any school. It was the dream Claire had whispered into her ear since childhood. It was the life that had almost been stolen from her again and again—by shadows, betrayal, and secrets that still clung to her skin like smoke.Now? It was hers.She stepped through the door, clutching the faded photo of her, Lyla, and Claire one last time before sliding it into her coat.Room
Becky’s POV “No, this is unacceptable. None of this makes sense,” Becky said, her voice raised as she ransacked her old hospital files. “If we are not her parents, then where did she come from?”Chad lifted a dusty box marked “Olivia – Birth.”Inside were photos, documents, the footprint card… and then—“Where’s the birth certificate?” he asked.Becky froze.“I… it was always there.”They tore through every folder, drawer, envelope. Nothing.Chad turned pale. “She must have taken it.”“Lyla?”He nodded. “She knew this day would come.”But Becky noticed something else in the box—a small piece of paper tucked inside a baby photo. It wasn’t handwritten. It was typed, and it was coded.It read:"Room 408. 11:47 p.m. Not the one she expected. Claire switched the vial."Becky’s eyes widened. “Claire again.”She immediately pulled out her phone from her purse and dialed a number. “Who are you calling?” Chad asked inquisively. “An old contact,shs said. Someone who worked night shifts that
Lyla’s POV Lyla rose from her seat. This time, her expression faltered —just slightly.“She was never supposed to be mine,” she began quietly. “When I found out Chad cheated, I was furious. I wanted out, but I couldn’t lose everything at once. I had just discovered he was infertile.”Becky stared at her. “So you stole—”“No,” Lyla interrupted. “I made a deal.”She turned to the judge. “That hospital wasn’t just where Becky was restrained. It was where I paid to have her artificially inseminated.”Gasps exploded in the courtroom.“What?” Chad stood again. “That’s not possible. That’s not—”“She signed consent while sedated,” Lyla said. “Technically, the paperwork was in order. I chose the donor. I ensured the embryo was viable.”Becky clutched the side of the wooden chair to keep herself from falling.“You turned me into a surrogate?”Lyla didn’t blink. “You were already falling apart. I gave you purpose.”The judge stared in horror. “This… This is a criminal offense. This is beyond