Victoria’s POV “Knows what, exactly?” Adrian asked I exhaled sharply, my fingers trembling. “Everything, Adrian. He kicked me out of the company. He knows about the missing painting, Elena’s disappearance that night, the blackmail. Everything.”There was a long silence on the other end. When Adrian finally spoke, his voice was slow and calculated. “Are you sure?”I scoffed. “Of course, I’m sure! The company sent me a mail stating why I eas kicked out.” My throat tightened. “I can’t believe he actually did this to me.”“That boy has always been a bastard,” Adrian muttered bitterly. “Yet you still chose him over me. Sacrificed so much for him. And now? Betrayed twice.”I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t call for a lecture, Adrian.”“No? Then why did you call?” His voice dripped with mockery. “To cry about the man you lost? Or are you finally realizing that you backed the wrong horse?”My grip on the phone tightened. “I’m not ready for this conversation.”“Oh, but you’ll have it eventually,
Mia’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest. I had been careless.Lorenzo’s head tilted, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Did you hear that?”Alexander barely reacted, but I saw the subtle shift in his posture tense, alert. “It sounded like someone was talking”My pulse skyrocketed. I dropped into a crouch behind the cabinet, pressing myself against the cold wall, praying neither of them would come closer.Lorenzo and Alexander exchanged a look before they both rose from their seats. Lorenzo walked toward the doorway first, his expensive loafers clicking against the marble floor. Alexander followed, his movements controlled, but I could feel his suspicion thickening the air.I squeezed my eyes shut. Please don’t find me.Lorenzo peeked into the hallway. “There’s no one here.”Alexander’s gaze swept over the room, lingering for a moment longer near my hiding spot. My breath hitched. Does he see me?Seconds passed. Then he turned back to Lorenzo. “Probably nothing.”Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his h
Elena’s POVI sighed as I kept dialing again, my fingers gripping it tightly. Come on, Mia. Pick up. But for the second time, my call went unanswered. My stomach twisted uneasily as I lowered the phone, exhaling sharply.Alexander emerged from the bathroom just then, steam curling around him as he stepped into the room, completely naked.I blinked. “Seriously?”He cocked his head, amused. “What?”I gestured vaguely at his body. “You’re just… out here, like that?”He smirked, stepping toward the dresser. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”Heat crawled up my neck, but I rolled my eyes, determined not to give him the satisfaction. “Mia didn’t pick up.”Alexander frowned, running a towel over his damp hair. “Maybe she’s busy or something.”I nodded, worry still gnawing at my mind, but Alexander was now watching me with an intensity that made me shift in my seat.“What?” I asked.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he dropped the towel and walked toward me with slow, deliberate ste
Elena’s POVI swallowed, gripping the phone tighter. “Alright. Where do you want to meet?”Mia exhaled sharply. “The coffee shop near the park. Café Aurora. Five o’clock.”I checked the time just past noon. That gave me a few hours. “Fine. I’ll be there.”“Good.” Her voice was clipped, like she had more to say but was holding back.“Mia,” I pressed, “what is this about? Did something happen to you?”A brief silence stretched between us before she muttered, “I’ll explain when we meet.”The call ended before I could push further, leaving a strange unease simmering in my chest. Something was off.I set my phone down, exhaling as I turned my attention back to Isla, who had been patiently waiting across from me, her fingers lightly tapping against the table.“Everything alright?” she asked, tilting her head.“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just something I need to handle later.”She nodded, studying me for a moment before gesturing toward the paintings I had displayed. “Alright. Before w
Elena’s POVI swallowed hard, my feet rooted to the floor as I stared at my father. I had seen him tired before, weary from long days managing his business, but I had never seen him like this looking, crushed and defeated. His face was pale, his usually composed expression broken apart by lines of anguish.“Dad?” I whispered again, stepping closer this time.His head lifted slowly, eyes red-rimmed, as though he had been holding back tears for far too long. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out at first. He swallowed hard and then tried again. “It’s the company, Elena. Spears Manufacturing… it’s crumbling this time.”I frowned, my heart hammering against my ribs. “What do you mean? The business was thriving just months ago, especially with Alexander’s efforts. I don’t understand.”A hollow chuckle escaped his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Neither do I.” He rubbed his forehead. “It was moving really smoothly and at some point I knew we had been struggling, but I thought it wa
The two men walked right back into the office where Lorenzo was “She’s out ,” one of them muttered.Lorenzo didn’t look up. “Good!.”One of the men—Paolo—exchanged a glance with his partner, Marco. “What do we do with her now?”Lorenzo leaned back, exhaling slowly. “We hold on for now.” His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. “She mentioned that I was messing with someone she cared about and I need to understand what she meant by that.”Marco frowned. “Someone she cares about?”Lorenzo’s cold blue eyes flicked toward Mia’s unconscious form. “Exactly and I wonder what that meanr.” He tapped his fingers against his desk, then looked at Paolo. “Was anyone around when you took her?”Paolo shook his head. “No one. The students had all retired to their dorms. It was the perfect moment.”Lorenzo gave a curt nod. “Good.” His mind was already working through the next steps. He couldn’t afford any loose ends, not now.Then, his gaze darkened. “Was she carrying anything?”Marco st
Elena’s POVI stared at Victor, my pulse quickening at the intensity in his gaze. His words lingered in the air between us, heavy with meaning.“If things ever go south… if you ever feel like you have nowhere to turn, I’ll be here. No matter what.”There was something about the way he said it something almost pleading.I swallowed, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “Victor… what do you mean by that?”He inhaled sharply, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. For a long moment, he didn’t speak, as if waging a war with himself. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “I don’t know how to say this, but… I’m in love with you.”The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating.I blinked, unsure if I had misheard him. My heart stuttered in my chest. “What?”Victor let out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face before looking at me again. “I’ve tried to fight it, Elena. Believe me, I have. But the more time I spend with you, the more I realize… it’s not something I can contro
Chapter 50: Shifting TidesElena’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of coffee and freshly pressed suits as Alexander stood by the front door, adjusting the cuff of his tailored jacket. His sharp blue eyes flickered toward Isla, who had just walked in, looking as put together as ever in a sleek navy dress and stiletto heels.“You’re always early,” Alexander noted, a hint of amusement in his tone.Isla offered a polite smile, shifting the strap of her designer bag over her shoulder. “I like to stay ahead of the day. Besides, Elena and I have a lot to discuss and work on.”Alexander nodded approvingly. “That’s good to hear. I want you do everything possible to ensure in growth in this.”There was something unreadable in Isla’s expression. “You really believe in her, don’t you?”He straightened his jacket, his gaze unwavering. “I do. Elena has something rare talent and authenticity. She just needs the right stage and management.”Isla studied him for a moment before
Victoria’s POVIt was a few days after Alexander and his little play team ruined my life. The walls of my penthouse felt smaller now, everything felt different, my life had changed for bad.The curtains were open, but the light didn’t touch me. I hadn’t eaten since the arrest. I hadn’t slept either. I’d been staring at the TV, waiting for them to say my father had been released. That something could be done, but there was nothing, I had made several calls and no one seemed to help, they said the allegations were true and heavy on him. All our connections had failed us, my life was in shambles.Just while I was lost in thoughts, there was a knock at the door.Then another.I wasn’t expecting anyone but I opened the door.Adrian.He stood there, in his black coat, hands in his pockets, face calm like he hadn’t just helped destroy everything I had ever built.“You have a lot of nerve,” I snapped, stepping aside to let him in, only because I didn’t want the neighbors to hear the screaming
Elena’s POvI don’t know what possessed me to come here. Maybe it was closure. Maybe it was vengeance.Maybe it was both.And at the center of it all, Victoria Greenwood.She stood at the stage, her red dress flowing like a curtain of blood. She held the microphone with an effortless grace, and when the lights focused on her, the applause was thunderous.“Good evening, darlings,” she began, her voice silk and venom. “First, thank you all for coming tonight. It means the world to me that I get to celebrate with each of you—those I love, admire, and aspire to collaborate with. Tonight isn’t just about glamour—though, let’s be honest, I’m killing it.” Laughter rippled across the room.She winked. “But really, this is about gratitude. For those who have believed in me, supported me, and paved the way… especially one very special man—my amazing father.”The applause returned, louder this time. And then he emerged.Mr. Greenwood Stones.A walking headline in a sleek tux, polished shoes, and
Victoria’s POVMy phone hadn’t stopped ringing all morning. It was my birthday today, my big day!“Is the floral arrangement in place? I want the cherry blossoms centered—nothing else,” I snapped into the phone, pacing across the marble floor of my apartment. The mirrored panels along the hallway reflected my anxious expression as I turned the corner into my bedroom, where my evening dress lay spread across the bed like a silent promise.I hung up the call before the planner could ask another question and immediately dialed Isla.She picked up on the second ring. “Hey, babe! Big night!” she chirped.“I hope you’re looking stunning. I don’t want to be the only jaw-dropper walking that red carpet tonight.”Isla giggled. “Trust me, I’m going full glam. I’ve got that bejeweled emerald gown you love—hair slicked back, high heels tall enough to break necks.”“That’s the spirit,” I smiled, easing into the chaise by the window. “This night’s going to be perfect. Dad says he even has a surpris
Elena’s POV“What exactly do you mean by that ?” I asked turning to Adrian.Adrian leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes reflecting a lifetime of calculated decisions. “Victoria’s birthday celebration is tomorrow, correct?” His Russian accent added a gravitas to his words this time, making every syllable feel like a decree.Alexander nodded, his jaw tightening. “Yes. She had even sent a reminder just last night, she’s always extravagant with her celebrations. The city’s elite will be in attendance.”A slow, predatory smile spread across Adrian’s face. “Then it’s the perfect stage for our performance.”I shifted in my seat, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “Performance?”Adrian’s gaze met mine, unwavering. “A public unmasking. We expose Greenwoods for the charlatan he is, in front of his peers, his allies, his world, we make them see what humiliation feels like.”The audacity of the plan sent a shiver down my spine. The idea of confronting such a powerful figure in a p
Elena’s POVThe following morning came quicker than I expected. I hadn’t even taken a full sip of my coffee before I heard the soft knock at the door.Mia peeked out the window first, then turned to me. “It’s Alexander’s driver—and I think those are his security guys too.”I sighed, placing my mug down. “He didn’t mention he was sending a whole team.”Mia raised a brow. “You surprised? It’s Alexander. He sends an army if you sneeze too loud.”I offered a faint smile and grabbed my coat. I had already texted Adrian earlier that morning, and after a few minutes of back and forth, he had sent me a location. It was a private estate just a little outside the city limits—discreet, exclusive, and of course, heavily guarded. I didn’t tell him that Alexander would be coming too. I knew it was a gamble, but something told me Adrian would understand.The drive to Alexander’s penthouse was quiet. His men barely spoke a word, but they were polite, respectful. As the gates opened and the car pulled
Elena’s POVI had barely caught my breath when the silence between Alexander and Victor stretched thin like a worn-out thread ready to snap. The air was stiff, as though it could combust from the tension lingering in the room. Alexander’s chest rose and fell heavily beside me, still furious from everything I had just confessed to him. Victor just stood there helpless, sad, his eyes filled with regrets.Then, he spoke.“I know you hate me, Alexander,” Victor began, voice raw and cracking, “and I know I don’t deserve even a second of peace from you. But I just want you to understand one thing—I never wanted to take Elena from you or anything. Everything I felt for her was real.”I froze.Victor’s voice trembled as he stood from the couch. “I loved her genuinely. I still do.” He turned toward me, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, just stared at him as his words pierced the quiet. “From the moment I saw you, Elena. Not because you were beautiful or brilliant—although you are—but becaus
Elena’s POVI didn’t realize how long I’d been standing outside until I felt a breeze brush against my skin, cooling the spot where Alexander’s lips had just touched mine. My heart was still racing from the kiss—his kiss—and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to feel.So I asked the only thing that made sense in the moment.“Why did we just do that?”Alexander didn’t even hesitate. His voice was calm, low, but firm.“Why wouldn’t we?” he said, eyes not leaving mine. “You’re still my wife.”I looked away. His words pierced something deep in me. Something raw. Something that hadn’t healed yet. I felt my chest tightening as I fought back the emotions swirling inside me.But it didn’t work.I broke down.The tears came so suddenly I couldn’t stop them. I turned away from him, trying to hide my face, but he reached for me gently.“Elena,” he whispered, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.“I don’t know anymore, Alexander,” I sobbed. “I don’t know how to trust you. You hurt me. Yo
Elena’s POVThe silence that followed my words was louder than any argument we’ve ever had and then he asked again “what did you say?”“I still want a divorce,” I repeated, my voice quieter this time. Almost like I didn’t want him to hear it, but I knew he did. His chest barely moved. His eyes were locked on mine, and his lips parted, like he wanted to speak but forgot how to form words.Finally, he blinked. Once. Twice. And then… a slow exhale.“I see,” he said.I turned away, looking at the garden hedge behind him, anything but his face. “You said if you found out my father was innocent, you’d sign the papers.”His jaw tensed. “I did.”“And?”He took a step closer. “And I will.”I nodded. That should’ve made me feel relieved. But instead, it burned.He stared at me for a long time. Then his voice cracked gently through the air. “But before I do… can I say something? Please.”I didn’t speak. I didn’t nod. I just stood there. That was enough for him.He ran a hand through his hair, l
I barely had time to react before Alexander was on his feet, his chair scraping violently against the floor. His entire frame was tense, his jaw locked in fury as he glared at Victor standing a few feet away.“What the hell is he doing here?” His voice was sharp, demanding. His eyes flicked between Victor and me, searching for an explanation, his anger barely restrained.Victor, looking just as startled as Alexander, raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know I was going to be here either,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Elena invited me.”Alexander’s gaze snapped to me, his expression darkening. “You invited him?”I let out a slow breath, steadying myself. “Alexander, calm down.”His glare intensified. “Don’t tell me to calm down, Elena. Do you even realize what you’re doing?”“Yes,” I said firmly. “Victor is a part of this, whether you like it or not. He is one of us.”Alexander let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “A part of this? You’re joking, right?”Before