The morning sun's rays sliced through the heavy drapes of the mansion, casting golden beams that danced across the polished floors. It was a deceptively peaceful start, the kind that masked the darkness brewing beneath the surface. Orion opened his eyes, the weight of the previous night's confrontation with Ava pressing against his chest. There was no time to linger on doubts or regrets—he had made his choice, and today, he and Chloe would put their twisted plan into motion.He met Chloe in the grand foyer, where she stood by the marble staircase, dressed immaculately in a sharp suit that contrasted with her devilish smile. “Good morning, Orion,” she greeted, her tone too bright for his liking. “Ready to make her squirm?”“Let’s just get it over with,” Orion replied, jaw clenched. Despite everything, he couldn’t shake the unease in his gut. But he forced it down, burying it beneath layers of resolve.“Excellent.” Chloe’s eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction. “We’ll start small—plan
Ava's POV The night before replayed in my mind, every moment burned into my memory with sickening clarity as I reached for the elevator. I remembered how it started—the jealousy on Orion's face when he picked me up at the restaurant to the subtle softness in his touch, his fingers trailing along my jawline as if I was a fragile treasure. For one fleeting moment, I thought it meant something. I thought I meant something. The way he had looked at me with those dark eyes, as if I was the only one who existed in that restaurant, had almost convinced me that the worst was behind us. I had foolishly thought that maybe he's seeing me differently now.I should have known better. But the illusion shattered quickly enough. I woke up minutes later, shivering on the cold leather of the living room couch, discarded like an afterthought. It took a second for reality to snap into focus, but the muffled sounds coming from upstairs—the unmistakable rhythm of lovemaking, the way Chloe’s moans pierc
Ava's POV I sat in the back of the car, my hands clenched in my lap, nails digging into my palms until I could feel the sting of blood. The city streets blurred past, too bright, too vivid, mocking the storm raging inside me. I closed my eyes, letting my head rest against the cool glass.I could still feel the touch of Orion’s fingers against my skin from the night before—how they had gone from tender to cruelly indifferent within hours. He had played his role well. Too well.I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, the taste of iron mingling with the bile rising in my throat. Let him think I was broken. Let him believe his betrayal had shattered me beyond repair. He would learn soon enough what true devastation looked like.The car slowed, jolting me back to the present. Joe’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, a silent question lingering between us. “Where to, Ms. Ava?”For a moment, I considered telling him to take me far away, to some forgotten corner of the world where Ori
Orion's POVI stepped into the darkened room, the cool air hitting me like a wall as I scanned the space. The faint hum of the house outside barely penetrated the thick silence that clung to the room. The only sound I could hear was Ava's soft, uneven breathing from the bed, almost like a whisper in the void.Her door had been locked when I arrived, and I could feel the tension in the air as soon as I heard Alice’s words. "She’s losing it, Mr. Miller. I don’t know what’s wrong with her…" I had expected this. I had anticipated it. After all, Chloe and I had set this entire thing in motion, and now we were reaping the rewards. Ava was breaking, cracking under the pressure we’d created. There was a certain sick satisfaction in it—a twisted sense of victory, watching her slip away from the woman she once was. And yet... I couldn’t deny that something else stirred in me as I walked further into the room, closer to her. It wasn’t remorse. No, it wasn’t that. It was just the strange, unc
Orion's POV The sun cast a thin line of light across the edge of the drapes, marking the boundary between night’s chaos and morning’s quiet. Last night was beyond hellish. My head still throbbed from her screams and the countless times she pulled my hair.I wasted no time. As soon as Ava’s breathing evened out and her grip loosened enough, I slipped from her grasp, barely catching my own breath. It took every ounce of strength not to bolt from the room. I moved silently, with measured steps, ensuring each creak of the floorboards was muffled beneath my weight.She stirred while I was half-way out of the room and I froze. Who knows the drama that will come next if she sees me sneaking out? I steadied my breath and continued moving towards the door, every fiber of my body screaming at me to leave the room.The hall felt like a sanctuary. The weight pressing on my chest lessened with each step. By the time I reached my own room, a wave of relief crashed over me. Chloe lay sprawled on
Orion's POV The moment Ava walked out, the room felt like it had lost all oxygen. Chloe's nails dug into my arm. I almost winced but kept my gaze on the doorway where Ava had vanished, her scent—sharp, luxurious, with a hint of jasmine—still lingering."What now?" Chloe’s voice, tight and venomous, snapped me back.My mind raced, replaying Ava’s words. The lawyer... the fortune... charity. This wasn’t in the plan. We’d meticulously orchestrated her downfall, using every bit of her vulnerability to manipulate her. She was supposed to crumble, not come back stronger—this wasn’t how it was supposed to end."She’s bluffing," I said, more to convince myself than Chloe. But deep down, I knew Ava had a weapon we hadn’t anticipated: resolve.Chloe stepped back, pacing, her hands in her hair, tugging at the knots. "Bluffing? Orion, did she look like she was bluffing? She made the call. She’s got control of everything."The realization crept up like ice water. If Ava had set her terms in place
Orion's POV Ethan's words lingered like poison, spreading through my veins and reminding me that there were more eyes on my every move than I could afford to ignore. Who could have thought I’ll be right back to the same position I tried fleeing from years back? I should have stayed back and fought. I should have made sure this matter was closed entirely, but I didn’t and now, we’re back to the topic.A wedding. The idea was laughable, a desperate show meant to silence the board’s whispers and quell their meddling. But if this was the price of keeping them in line, I’d do it—at least on the surface.I think it's time to honor my father's dying wish. Getting to my ex-fiancée. Or rather, getting married to his widow. I glanced at Chloe, who had retreated to her own corner of the room as the meeting emptied out. Her eyes, cold and calculating, followed me. She wouldn’t like this. Not even one bit but it has to be done. Just for the sake of these people.I took a slow breath and walked
Ava's POV The echoes of his proposal vibrated through the conference room, but I barely heard the gasps, the whispers, the rustle of shocked disbelief. I focused on one thing—Orion, still kneeling, his expression a mask of barely concealed rage and confusion. It would have been easy to admire him then, the proud man forced to bow before me, but I had long learned to discard softness when it came to him. Being soft made me foolish once. I wouldn’t make that mistake again."Stand up, Orion," I said coolly, a touch of amusement in my voice. "You’re embarrassing yourself."He didn’t move at first. The muscles in his jaw tensed, and I knew I had struck deep. My words had cut him like a blade, and part of me savored it. There was a time when I had been the one on my knees, begging for scraps of his mercy. Now, the roles were reversed, and the taste of power was heady.Slowly, he rose, pocketing the ring with a measured, almost casual motion that hid the storm raging within him. His eyes
Ava’s POVThe crisp autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I stood before Richard’s tomb, dressed in a flowing white dress that billowed around my ankles. It had been over two years since the chaos, since the battles that tested our strength, our love, and our resilience. Two years since we lost the man who gave me—gave all of us—a new chance at life. A chance at love, at family, at something real. I felt a gentle press against my hand and turned slightly, meeting the warm gaze of my mother-in-law. Without words, I passed her a knowing smile and squeezed her hand back. We had arranged this ceremony not to mourn, but as a reunion. A day to celebrate Richard’s life rather than grieve his absence. Laughter and quiet conversations floated through the cemetery as familiar faces gathered. Holly stood a few feet away, her phone in hand, a small, amused smile playing on her lips as she typed away. I narrowed my eyes, curiosity sparking in my chest. Was she texting… a boy? I
Epilogue Orion stood alone on the balcony of the penthouse, the cool morning air brushing against his skin as his thoughts drifted to the past. He had sold the mansion—the one he and Ava once called home. The memories that filled those walls had become too painful to bear. The haunting image of that particular morning played in his mind, unbidden and relentless. Ava in his arms, blood staining her dress as she struggled to breathe, coughing up blood. “Don’t talk, Ava. Please… just stay with me. Somebody get the ambulance!” His frantic cries echoed in his ears as the paramedics wheeled her away, her weak hand reaching out, telling him with her eyes to let her go. Despite the terror in his chest, he listened to her wish and watched her leave, helpless to follow. Uncle Theo had dragged him away, his voice hollow, urging him to pull himself together. “Ava, your wife, will want you here,” Theo had said. Those words, heavy with unspoken meaning, drove him to storm into the conference ha
Ava’s POVThe incessant ringing of our phones jolted us awake. I stirred, unwilling to leave the warmth of Orion's arms. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for his phone on the headboard. His body stiffened as he listened to whoever was on the other end. Suddenly, he shot upright. “What do you mean by that?” he barked into the phone, his tone sharp and commanding. My curiosity piqued, I sat up and watched him intently. “Schedule a meeting for today,” he ordered before tossing the phone aside and raking his hand through his disheveled hair. “What happened?” I asked, my voice cautious. He turned to look at me, his expression softening. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, just some… minor concern at my company,” he replied, placing a reassuring kiss on my hand. His lips then trailed from my hand to my arm, my shoulder, my neck, and finally to my ear. “Stop,” I said, smiling as I half-heartedly pushed him away. But before things could go further, my own phone rang. Orion
Orion’s POV“Holly?” I called out, my voice laced with shock. Ava’s head snapped toward the door, and in an instant, she was on her feet, rushing to her sister. Pulling Holly into a tight embrace, Ava clung to her as if letting go would make her disappear. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. “What happened? Why are you crying?” Holly asked, her voice filled with confusion. “I just missed you,” Ava whispered, her voice soft but thick with emotion. Rose stepped forward, her brow furrowed. “Holly, why are you here so suddenly? Your bodyguard didn’t notify me about this visit.” Holly’s next words landed like a thunderclap. “That’s because he’s dead.” “What?” Ava gasped, pulling back from her sister. Her posture straightened as the words sank in. “What do you mean? What happened? When did this happen?” she asked, her voice rising with urgency. Holly’s gaze dropped, her hands trembling as she whispered, “It’s Dad.” She looked directly at Ava, fear etched
Orion’s POVCradling Ava's limp form against me, her body cold and still, the past week came crashing into my mind like a relentless tide, dragging me back to the darkest moments. Chloe’s voice, as clear as if she were standing right here, played over and over in my head.I closed my eyes, fighting the flood of memories, but they came anyway. The first time she’d called after the scandal had faded—her calm, unnervingly calculated tone—it had felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Something insidious.“I want you there at six,” she'd threatened, her voice oozing venom masked as sweetness. “Or I’ll make sure this goes public. Think I’m bluffing? I’ve got a video that’ll destroy you, Orion. Imagine how she’ll react when she sees it. All those nights... How do you think she’ll feel watching our sex video?”The poison in her words sank into my skin, the memory of that call still fresh. “Remember Chicago?” Chloe had murmured, her breath deliberate, every word a careful caress. “I
Ava’s POV Mason.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice curious as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. He didn’t respond, but only walked further into the room.“I was just about to call you, but…” My words trailed off as I took in his appearance. He was still wearing the same turtleneck and coat I’d seen him in yesterday. In the middle of summer. I frowned. "Mason, it’s sweltering outside. Why are you still dressed like this? You could at least lose the coat. I know this is a corporate setting, but I would never question you even if you didn’t dress so formally.”Mason smirked faintly, brushing off my comment, but before he could respond, Orion spoke, his voice laced with suspicion and accusation. “Why are you wearing so many layers in this weather?” He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “Orion,” I warned, my tone firm. “That’s enough.” Mason’s smirk twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with Orion. “You don’t
Ava's POV The morning sunlight streamed through my office window, illuminating the stack of damning documents on my desk. Photos, doctored emails, and fabricated accusations stared back at me, each one a calculated attempt to tarnish my name and shake the foundations of Miller Enterprise. Rose hovered nearby, her face pale with worry. "Ava," she began, her voice trembling. "This... this is catastrophic. It's worse than anything we've ever faced." I remained seated, my face calm and unreadable. “They’re emptying their rifles,” I said, my voice steady, almost amused. Orion paced behind me, his tension radiating like a storm waiting to break. “Ava, this isn’t just about you,” he said sharply. “This is bigger. They’re coming for the company. They’re coming for us.” I raised a hand, silencing him. “Orion, stop.” He froze mid-step, turning to face me. “How can you be so calm? Do you even realize what’s at stake?” “I do,” I replied, standing and brushing off my blazer. “And I k
The city skyline shimmered like a chessboard under the moonlight, each glowing tower representing a player in this corporate war. While Chloe plotted her revenge, the Jamesons were orchestrating their own calculated strike, a move that would send shockwaves through Miller Enterprise before the Millers even knew what hit them. The Jameson estate exuded an aura of unrelenting power. The sprawling grounds, with their pristine gardens and wrought-iron gates, were more fortress than home, a testament to the family’s wealth and ruthless ambition. Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was no warmer. The study, with its dark oak paneling and looming bookshelves, felt like the nerve center of a war room. Mr. Jameson sat behind the massive desk, his piercing eyes scanning a confidential file. The dim light from the desk lamp cast long, jagged shadows on the walls, amplifying the tension in the room. A glass of bourbon sat untouched beside him, condensation pooling on its surface. Mrs. Jameso
Ava’s POVThe moment I saw the figure step into view, cloaked in black with their face obscured by a mask, my blood ran cold. A scream ripped from my throat, piercing through the suffocating silence of the house. I didn’t wait to see what they would do next. My instincts screamed at me to run.I turned and bolted back up the stairs, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I made it halfway to my room when I felt a rough hand wrap around my wrist, yanking me back with such force that I almost lost my balance.“Let me go!” I screamed, twisting and struggling, my free hand clawing at the iron grip that held me. The figure said nothing, their strength overwhelming as they began dragging me toward the stairs.“No! Let me go, you son of a gun!” I kicked and squirmed, planting my feet against the floor and grabbing the railing, anything to slow them down. My nails dug into the wood, and I screamed again, hoping against hope that someone—anyone—would hear me.And I ask again, wh