Orion’s POVThe figure stood across the road, his sharp, unmistakable silhouette striking against the mid-morning sun. My pulse raced, and rage surged through me as recognition set in. Him.The man I’d been hunting for so long—the man whose actions had destroyed so much of my life—stood there, calm as ever, watching me like a predator assessing its prey. My fists clenched at my sides as the years of suppressed anger bubbled to the surface. The crowd shifted around us, people brushing past like ghosts as the world narrowed to just him and me. His lips curled into a smirk, a taunt that sent fury coursing through my veins. Why now? Why here? Every bitter memory of that day came rushing back. If he and his goons hadn’t beaten me to a bloody pulp and left me to die, I would have made it to my wedding. Ava wouldn’t have had to endure years of torment, and maybe—just maybe—my life wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. And then there was Chloe… I shook the thought away, my jaw tighteni
Orion’s POV The afternoon hung heavy in the air as the conversation with Damien and his friend dragged on. I found myself almost forgetting the chaos that had surrounded my life recently, but just for a moment. It was good to laugh again, good to be surrounded by people who were easy to talk to, even if they didn’t know the whole story. We hung out for hours, the conversation drifting from one topic to another, the type of mindless banter that felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.But as the sun began to sink into the horizon, reality knocked at my door once again. It had been a while since I’d seen or heard from Ava, and I was beginning to miss her. We’d spent the morning in silence, and now it was time to return. The driver was already waiting, and I reluctantly said my goodbyes. We promised to be in touch, though I had a gnawing feeling that the night might not go as smoothly as it seemed.The ride back to the hotel was quiet, the hum of the engine barely noticeable against
Ava’s POVThe phone rang, startling me out of my spiraling thoughts. Orion’s name flashed across the screen, and for a moment, I debated letting it go to voicemail. My fingers hovered over the answer button, but I couldn’t bring myself to press it. Not yet. My mind was a battlefield of emotions—anger, confusion, betrayal, and something else I didn’t want to admit.What if this was a trap? What if answering his call meant walking straight into the jaws of whatever scheme he was tangled up in? But what if it wasn’t? What if this was my chance to finally get answers?But curiosity, anger, and the faintest sliver of hope compelled me to answer. I said nothing at first when the call connected as he asked how I was doing, the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me making words feel impossible.“What do you want, Orion?” I snapped, my voice sharp with frustration. “Ava,” he began, his tone calm, almost clinical. “We need to talk. I’m sending a private jet for you. I want you back in Ne
Is he saying the truth? What if this is another trap? Ava thought to herself. How can she believe him so easily when he hasn’t given her any reason to trust him?“Well, I’m sorry if I jumped on your bones that night,” Ava muttered, her voice laced with embarrassment and a tinge of shame. “I think my drink was spiked. Someone wanted the scandal to happen by all means.” Orion’s expression shifted instantly. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers with a heat that made her breath hitch. Then he threw his head back, laughing, not out of humor but relief—a deep, raw sound that echoed between them. “I was scared at first,” he said, his tone softening, the laughter fading as his voice dipped into something far more intimate. “Do you have any idea what went through my mind? What if I hadn’t been there? What could’ve happened to you?” His hand reached out, tracing her jaw with his thumb, tilting her face toward his. “And yet…” His voice dropped lower, rough with unspoken emotions. “I
Ava sat at the edge of the plush bed in the penthouse, her phone pressed tightly to her ear. Her sister Holly’s voice, warm but teasing, crackled on the other end of the line.“They’re letting me out today,” Holly said, a tinge of relief softening her words.“Finally!” Ava exclaimed, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little. “Are you sure you're okay? Are they rushing this? Should I send Rose to come bring you back home?”“Ava, I’m fine,” Holly assured her. “I promise. Don’t you have something a little more important to focus on today? Like, I don’t know... your vows?”Ava groaned, leaning back against the headboard. “Don’t remind me. The words just feel... insufficient. How do I even begin to promise forever again when forever feels—”“Unreal? Complicated? A hot mess?” Holly teased, cutting her off. “Sis, this isn’t your first rodeo. What is it now, the third time saying ‘I do’? Or is it fourth?”“Third,” Ava said, rolling her eyes despite herself. “And technically, it’s the
The atmosphere was electric as Orion and Ava gathered around the guard’s phone. What they saw left them speechless. The first video featured one of their top clients, Mr Connor, addressing the camera directly. “Ava Miller is one of the most ethical and hardworking people I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. She doesn’t deserve this baseless slander.” The next clip was from a woman who ran a tech startup. “I’ve worked with Ava for years, and she’s never mixed business with personal matters. She’s an incredible leader and an even better person.” Client after client echoed the same sentiment. Ava’s throat tightened with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say.” Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she answered it quickly. “Connor?” Connor’s warm chuckle came through the line. “Hello, Ava.” “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. “I may have given them a little push,” Connor admitted. “You
Orion’s POV The scandal had stirred chaos, but as I stood firm in the packed conference room, I couldn’t help but think about how life had thrown me an unexpected lifeline. Chloe thought she was dismantling my life—destroying everything I held dear—but in her desperate attempt to ruin me, she had indirectly given me the one thing I never thought I’d have: a second chance with Ava.I glanced at my wife, standing poised beside me. My chest swelled with a mix of gratitude and determination. I didn’t deserve this chance, but I had it, and I wouldn’t ruin it again. The mistakes of my past were a weight I carried, but they had shaped me into the man I was now—one ready to fight for his marriage, for Ava, for our future.Chloe’s schemes had backfired spectacularly, and while she may have hoped to punish me, all she had done was remind me of what truly mattered. This scandal wasn’t my undoing—it was my redemption.“Mr. Miller?”The sharp call of a reporter’s voice snapped me from my thought
Ava’s POVThe tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as I leaned back in the plush leather chair, watching the video on Rose’s tablet play out in horrifying detail. Chloe’s staged theatrics were chillingly convincing. Her fake cries, her desperate appearance—it was all an elaborate performance. “She’s been planning this for awhile,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. “How did we let her slip through the cracks for so long?” Rose, standing stiffly beside Orion, cleared her throat. “It gets worse,” she said, her voice low but steady. “The breach in the company’s security last month? We’ve traced it back to the Jamesons. They’ve been pulling strings behind the scenes, and we have reasons to believe that Chloe’s part of their game.” I froze, my fingers gripping the armrests tightly. The Jamesons. Of course, it was them. “They’ve been working together all along?” I whispered, fury bubbling beneath the surface. “She’s their pawn. She wants revenge, and they
Ava’s POV The door clicked shut behind us as we entered our room, the tension from earlier still crackling in the air like a live wire. The conversation with Mason earlier was still replaying in my head.Orion, on the other hand, wasted no time. Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed against mine, fierce and demanding, his anger still simmering from Mason's intrusion.The kiss felt like he was trying to mark his territory, to remind me that he’s my husband, not mason.His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks with surprising tenderness as his kiss deepened. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a low growl against my lips."Say it, Ava," he demanded, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Say you're mine."I blinked up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. "Orion, I-""Say it," he interrupted, his voice softening, but his eyes remained locked on mine, filled wi
Ava’s POVThe sunlight streaming through the restaurant’s glass walls painted an almost serene picture, but the tension at our table was anything but peaceful. I sat stiffly in my chair, trying to focus on the menu, yet my mind lingered on the figure walking toward us. Orion’s entire demeanor had shifted. Gone was the calm, teasing man who had been holding my hand a moment ago. In his place was someone cold and dangerous, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with warning.I turned my head slightly to get a better look at the approaching figure, but Orion’s hand clamped down on mine, his grip firm but not painful. “Don’t,” he murmured, his tone low and sharp.“Orion, who is—”“Not here,” he interrupted, his eyes never leaving the figure.My stomach knotted as Mason came into view, his confident stride carrying him toward us with an expression that was far too determined for my comfort.When he reached our table, the air thickened, almost suffocating in its weight. Mason’s eyes flickered be
Chloe’s POVThe night felt endless, the heavy air of anticipation wrapping around me like a cloak. The man across the room stared at me with a knowing look, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the doorframe. He looked unimpressed, as if he could see right through me. “So, what’s your grand plan this time, Chloe?” His voice was calm, calculated, but laced with an undercurrent of frustration. I smirked, adjusting my coat as I prepared to leave. “You’ll see when it’s time. Just stay on standby.”“You’re about to make the same mistake again,” he said flatly, his eyes narrowing. “Charging in with no leash on your emotions, thinking you’re ten steps ahead, when really, you’re one misstep from falling off the cliff.” I paused, my hand on the doorknob, and turned to him slowly. “Then maybe you should stop watching me and start worrying about how you’re going to keep up.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t come crying again when your plans fail. You’re playing with fire, C
Chloe’s POVThe sound of glass shattering was deafening, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing could drown the fury boiling inside me. I hurled another vase against the wall, watching the shards explode like fireworks across the room. My breaths were ragged, my vision blurred with hot tears of rage. Fury bubbled beneath my skin, hot and relentless, consuming every inch of me as I let out a guttural scream. How had this gone so wrong?“How the fuck did this happen?” I screamed, grabbing a chair and slamming it onto the hardwood floor. “I had them! I had them right where I wanted, and now—” My voice broke as I kicked the fallen chair aside. I paced the room like a caged animal, my mind racing. Everything had been going so well. The scandal had started perfectly—a few whispers, a well-placed leak, Mrs Pricilla’s statement, and then the staged video. It was all so perfect. Ava and Orion were supposed to crumble, retreat into the shadows where they belonged. They were supposed to be the ones h
Ava’s POVThe car ride back to the penthouse was quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Orion held my hand as if afraid I’d disappear, his thumb brushing softly against my knuckles. His strong presence calmed me, yet the events at his mother’s mansion lingered in my mind. The venom in her words, the threats, and that haunting smile—it was like a storm waiting to break.We stepped into the elevator, and I finally broke the silence. “She’s unstable mentally. Do you think she’ll try something?”“She will,” Orion admitted without hesitation. His jaw tightened as he stared at the elevator doors. “But it won’t matter. She’s contained now. She’ll have no one left to manipulate.”His confidence should have been reassuring, but I couldn’t shake the unease coiling in my chest. Something about the way she looked at me from the window of her room—a mixture of hatred and certainty—made my skin crawl. I leaned into Orion, pressing my forehead against his arm. “She hates me.”He turned to
Ava’s POV I turned to Orion, who looked both relieved and conflicted. “She actually did it,” he murmured, almost to himself. “She didn’t have a choice,” I replied, setting the phone down. Orion’s gaze softened as he looked at me. “You were brilliant, Ava. I don’t know how you do it.” I shrugged, trying to downplay the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. “Someone had to put her in her place.” Rose chuckled, but there was a hint of admiration in her tone. “Remind me never to get on your bad side, boss.” Despite the victory, a lingering unease settled over me. Chloe’s confession was public, but the fight wasn’t over. The video she posted earlier might be discredited, but her actions had set events in motion that couldn’t be undone.By going live, she had indirectly exposed herself. She really has something she’s hiding. What could that be? I guess I’ll have to call Joe to send me the security footage from the day I left the mansion up till when Rose sent Chloe out.I’ll
Ava’s POV The silence after my confession was deafening. Orion stared at me, a mix of disbelief and cautious admiration in his eyes. Rose, on the other hand, was visibly shocked.“You don’t have anything?” she repeated, her voice sharp. “Ava, this isn’t a game! You just threatened to expose Chloe with evidence that doesn’t even exist!”I leaned back in my seat, crossing my legs, my confidence unwavering. “Rose, the truth is irrelevant when you’re dealing with someone like Chloe. The moment I put her on the defensive, she starts unraveling. Did you hear her on the phone? She’s scared.”“Scared isn’t the same as beaten,” Rose countered, her arms crossed. “What if she calls your bluff?”I glanced at the clock on the wall, the ticking of the second hand louder than it should have been. “Then we think of another plan,” I said coolly. “But trust me, Rose, she won’t. People like Chloe thrive on control, and when you threaten to take it away, they crumble.”Orion stepped forward, his brows
Ava’s POVThe room felt alive with renewed energy as Orion’s pen scrawled furiously across the page. His excitement was contagious, igniting a glimmer of hope where despair had settled only moments before.“What is it?” I pressed, stepping closer to peer over his shoulder.He turned to face us, his grin wide but his voice steady, “I’ve been racking my brain about that night, about every detail. The shirt I wore is the key.”Rose tilted her head. “The shirt? How does that help?”Orion nodded, pacing now as his mind raced. “Yes. Think about it. The video that Chloe used to frame me shows a man wearing a blue shirt. But I distinctly remember wearing a gray shirt that night.”The room went still. I felt the gravity of his words settle in. Rose leaned forward, her brow furrowed. “If we can prove that detail—”“Then we prove the video was staged,” I interrupted, my voice shaking with realization. “Orion, where is the shirt?”He froze mid-step, his face lighting up. “It’s here. In this penth
Ava’s POVThe tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as I leaned back in the plush leather chair, watching the video on Rose’s tablet play out in horrifying detail. Chloe’s staged theatrics were chillingly convincing. Her fake cries, her desperate appearance—it was all an elaborate performance. “She’s been planning this for awhile,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. “How did we let her slip through the cracks for so long?” Rose, standing stiffly beside Orion, cleared her throat. “It gets worse,” she said, her voice low but steady. “The breach in the company’s security last month? We’ve traced it back to the Jamesons. They’ve been pulling strings behind the scenes, and we have reasons to believe that Chloe’s part of their game.” I froze, my fingers gripping the armrests tightly. The Jamesons. Of course, it was them. “They’ve been working together all along?” I whispered, fury bubbling beneath the surface. “She’s their pawn. She wants revenge, and they