Raisel – POVWork was a nightmare. I never knew hiring could be such a pain in the ass. Talking to people all day? Not my thing. And to top it off, I had gone the whole morning without a coffee, leaving me on edge until the afternoon when I finally managed to grab one. Hazel texted me, asking to meet at Zero Bond—a place that promised some privacy. Even though the paparazzi had backed off since Soren intervened, Hazel and I still needed the assurance of a quiet spot. She didn’t want to be seen in New York.I rushed home to change, slipping into a sleek midi dress, classic pumps, and a tailored blazer for a polished look. I kept it simple—just a delicate necklace and a stylish clutch. Hazel had sent a car, and soon, I arrived at Zero Bond. I found her there, furiously texting someone, her face tense. But when she saw me, her expression softened, and I felt the same relief. It had only been three weeks without her, but it felt like an eternity. We hugged tightly.“So happy to see you,”
Raisel’s POVThe gunshot echoed in my ears, loud and final, and I braced for impact, squeezing my eyes shut. Instead of pain, I felt the weight of Soren’s body shield me. A low groan slipped from his lips, his frame slumping against mine. I barely registered Hazel’s screams or the police shouting as they finally arrived. All I could see was Soren, his eyes fluttering, consciousness slipping away.“Drop your weapon!” the officer yelled at Alaric, but Alaric’s gaze remained locked on me, his face twisted with rage. He pointed the gun again, taking a step forward. The police shot him in the leg, bringing him to the ground before he could reach me. They moved to arrest him, but my attention was only on Soren—on the blood pooling around him.“Soren…no…” I whispered, my voice choked with terror as he lay there, unmoving. Paramedics arrived, lifting him onto a stretcher, and I clung to his side as they tried to pull me back. My eyes never left him, not for a second. Reporters swarmed around
Raisel’s POVI waited, impatiently, as Mr. Beau and the man at the laptop—Jace, I think his name was—spoke in hushed tones. The name Jace felt familiar, like a half-remembered shadow flitting through my mind, but I couldn’t quite place it. Their conversation lingered in the background as I drifted, restlessly pacing the edges of the estate, the guard trailing me like a silent, watchful shadow. Maybe he was there to guide me, or maybe he was there to keep me from wandering into places I wasn’t supposed to see.And then, I saw it—the room lined with photographs, a corridor of memories preserved in silver frames. This must be Mr. Beau’s own hall of ghosts. Among the faded images, my gaze settled on a wedding photo—a beautiful woman, his wife, her smile caught in time. Then I saw it: a family picture. Soren, his mother, his father… and then, in another frame, his mother alone, her face pale with the exhaustion of pregnancy. The father was missing, absent from these intimate moments, a sha
**Raisel - POV**As I squinted, the worried face of Jace came into focus, pulling me back to reality. I tried to sit up on the soft bed, feeling the sheets tug against me.“Thank God you’re awake,” he murmured, relief evident in his voice.“How long was I out?” I whispered weakly.“An hour,” he replied, pouring me a glass of water.Just then, Mr. Beau walked in, his calm expression laced with the usual hint of sarcasm. “Welcome back,” he said. “When do you want me to go meet Alaric?” I asked, rolling off the bed on unsteady legs. Jace stood close, ready to catch me if I stumbled.“In about fifteen days. For now, you’ll focus on helping Soren with his startup, along with Gwen,” Mr. Beau instructed. “I don’t want Soren stressing over his business—this is his dream, to make a name for himself. You wouldn’t believe how much he hates the Dalton legacy.”“I can imagine,” I muttered. Mr. Beau’s gaze shifted to me, unreadable. “Anyway, thank you for showing me the truth about my aunt Marget.
Raisel’s POVDavina stormed into my office, eyes blazing with fury. Gwen, sensing the tension, scrambled to call Mr. Beau. I didn’t flinch, but behind my mask of composure, a tight coil of fear twisted in my gut.“You’re going to testify for Alaric,” she said coldly. “And you’re going to say you didn’t see him shoot Soren.”I leaned back, forcing a smirk. “You’ve got some nerve, Davina.” My voice was steady, but a storm raged inside me. “But let me enlighten you—I’m not the only witness. My best friend was there too. Alaric’s looking at a long, cold prison sentence, and I’ll see to it personally.”“I can pay you whatever you want,” she said, desperation seeping into her arrogance.My brows shot up, mocking. “You and Alaric, always thinking money can buy anything. You’re both just spoiled, self-centered parasites who believe the world bends to your will. It’s almost tragic how well you suit each other—hell’s own power couple.”Her eyes darkened, lips twisting with rage. “Listen, you in
Raisel's POVThe handle of Soren’s office door didn’t budge. Locked, of course. “Easy fix,” Hazel muttered, a mischievous glint in her eye as she reached into her handbag and produced a multi-tool lock-picking set. My jaw nearly hit the floor.“Don’t give me that look,” she smirked. “You’d be surprised what a girl learns when she spends her teenage years sneaking in and out of her mom’s office just to avoid being her next chess piece.”I let out a low whistle. “People never fail to surprise me.”She shot me a knowing look. “Everyone has a shadow side, Raisel. Some just hide it better than others. The trick is to keep your eyes sharp and never dismiss that little voice inside telling you something’s off.”I nodded, a heaviness settling in my chest. “You’re right. Ignoring your gut can lead you straight into the dark.”*Click.*The door swung open with an ominous creak. We exchanged a glance before stepping inside. The office was bare. Too clean. The clutter, the evidence—gone. “He’s m
Soren - POVPain throbs through my body, but all I feel is anger. And Joshua’s words aren’t helping.“What the hell do you mean?” Raisel snaps.She yanks her arm out of Joshua’s grasp, glaring at him with fury. Joshua just smirks, his gaze lingering on her, then lets out a slow, mocking chuckle.“Your face is adorable when you’re angry,” he says, laughter lacing his words.“What’s wrong with your brother?” Raisel mutters, exasperated. I can tell she’s expecting him to say it’s all a prank, but something about this feels… off. A strange unease prickles at me.“Prank,” I say, my tone flat.Joshua shrugs. “My brother gets me.” A sigh of relief escapes Raisel as she steps back, putting distance between us.“You two are cruel with your pranks,” she whispers, annoyed. It’s cute, watching her get riled up. But the only time I want to see her crying is when I’m the one making her gasp, her tears the good kind. The kind I can savor.“Focus, bruh,” Joshua taunts, catching my stare. “You look at
Raisel's POVI hesitated as I stepped out of the hospital room. Mr. Beau needed me at the mansion, and thankfully, Soren didn’t question my flimsy excuse for leaving. He wanted me to stay—wanted me by his side—but I couldn’t. His eyes lingered on me just a second too long, sharp with suspicion. Did he sense I was lying? Or was that my paranoia talking? By the time I reached Mr. Beau’s sprawling mansion, my stomach was already in knots. As I entered the grand living hall, my eyes immediately landed on Jace and Mr. Beau deep in conversation. Their expressions were grim—this wasn’t going to be pleasant.“You’re going to sabotage Davina,” Mr. Beau announced with finality, not bothering with pleasantries.“I—what? I don’t even know where to start!” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.“Think like a woman who wants vengeance,” Jace said flatly, his tone devoid of any sympathy. “If you hadn’t run your mouth to Soren, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.”“Oh, don’t you dare pin this on
Raisel’s POVIt’s the last week of July, and summer is hitting all the right spots. Sun on my skin, the salty ocean breeze, cocktails, bikinis, and beach vibes—I’ve missed this.Hazel leans back in her rickety wooden chair at the shack on Oak Street Beach, her sunglasses perched low on her nose. “Oh, damn, girl. It’s been forever since we’ve taken a vacation together.”“I just tagged along,” I reply, swirling my cocktail. “It was your idea, and… you were right. We both needed this.”Hazel gives me that look. The one that says she’s onto me. “Yeah, but what really made you come? Rai, you don’t just drop work out of the blue. You texted me about tagging along to Paris, and next thing I knew, I was booking a flight to Chicago because you needed this trip.”I let out a heavy sigh, my gaze locked on the endless blue horizon. “Can we not talk about it?”Hazel groans but doesn’t push. “Fine. All I care about is that you’re here.""Though I do wonder why you canceled Paris business trip so fa
Soren - POVThe VIP lounge reeked of expensive whiskey and bad decisions. I sat alone, nursing my glass, the burn of the alcohol doing little to dull my thoughts. Raisel had gone to Chicago, not Paris. Chicago—where Hazel used to work. It was like Raisel was chasing ghosts, running from me.I wanted to stop her. I wanted to hold her back, to make her stay. But deep down, I knew she needed space. Maybe it was for the best—for her to breathe, to get away from me. Yet, I couldn’t shake the gnawing thought: once she knows the truth, she might never come back. And I can’t let that happen. She will stay with me—no matter what it takes.The sound of footsteps interrupted my spiraling thoughts. Then, the voice I least wanted to hear.“Well, well… dear brother,” Joshua’s voice drawled, his tone sharp, his eyes mocking. He had that look in them—the one that always meant trouble.“Not in the mood,” I muttered, not bothering to glance at him.“Rough day, huh?” he taunted. “I heard your little lov
Raisel’s POVThe hidden door slid open, revealing the secret room next to Soren’s home. The faint sound of the shelf grinding against the floor made me shiver. “So, you moved all your things into a hidden office,” I murmured, my voice low as he flicked on the lights.The room illuminated, and my breath caught. My images—dozens of them—plastered the walls. Notes, details about my life, my habits, my wants, and my needs were laid bare like a living diary. My pulse quickened. How long had this been here? A year? Maybe more—ever since he’d left college.“I’ll confess,” Soren said, stepping closer, his presence suffocating in the small room. “I’ve been obsessed with you. Only you.”His words lingered, thick in the air, as if they dared me to respond.“Soren, this… all of this makes me uncomfortable,” I whispered, my voice trembling.“I know you don't,” he replied, his tone quiet but teasing, like he enjoyed my unease. “Your eyes—oh, Raisel—your eyes always sparkle when you realize how obse
Raisel’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the absence of Soren. He wasn’t home.Hazel walked into the room, already dressed for the day, but something about her posture was tense. Trouble followed her like a shadow. We sat down at the dining table in silence, the air between us thick and unspoken.“What’s with you?” Hazel finally asked, her voice clipped as she sipped her coffee.“Nothing. Just… work stress,” I lied, avoiding her gaze. I couldn’t bring myself to admit the nightmare I had. I didn’t want to relive it, let alone share it. “What about you?”Hazel scowled, her fingers tightening around the coffee mug. “I’m going to Paris. My mother and I had a massive fight,” she admitted, her words as sharp as broken glass. Just then, Nia brought breakfast to the table. Hazel didn’t even look at it. “She had the audacity to arrange my wedding. Some guy. Some stranger. She thought she could hide it from me.”“So… you figured it out?” I asked, trying to sound casual a
Soren – POVI couldn’t get enough of her. Her lips were soft, trembling slightly as if they carried the weight of the world. Raisel leaned into me, her body molding against mine as if she were trying to hide from her pain. When we finally pulled away, her forehead rested against mine, and our breaths mingled in the fragile space between us. Her eyes—deep pools of fear and longing—drew me in.“Distract me. Please,” she whispered, her voice a delicate thread, heavy with desperation. Her plea struck a chord so deep it ached.“Anything for you, Raisins,” I murmured, my lips curving into a soft smile. Without another word, I swept her into my arms and carried her to the bathroom.Steam rose around us as the shower came to life, but I was already burning. She helped me undress, her fingers brushing my skin in ways that left my heart hammering. When her clothes fell away, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over her. She was stunning—every curve, every line, a masterpiece I felt unworthy
Soren - POVAlaric’s fists came flying at me. I dodged, narrowly avoiding the blows, and retaliated with a sharp kick to his gut. He staggered back, gasping for air, but recovered quickly. The exchange between us was savage—punch after punch thrown with reckless fury. A few of mine connected with his face, snapping his head back, and a few of his landed on me, stinging my ribs. I was done playing games.With a calculated strike, I swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. Before he could regain his footing, I lunged, wrapping my arm around his neck in a crushing chokehold. Alaric writhed beneath me, his breaths coming in sharp, desperate bursts. And yet, a part of me—a shadow lurking deep within—found satisfaction in his struggle.Something inside me twisted, dark and primal. I wanted to end him. My grip tightened, the thought whispering like a seductive promise: Kill him. With your hands. Make him disappear. But before I could succumb, Alaric slipped free
Soren – POVRaisel’s eyes burned with hatred as she glared at Alaric, the intensity of her rage like a firestorm.“You bastard,” Alaric hissed through gritted teeth, his voice sharp and venomous. “Let me go! You’re making a huge mistake, Soren.”His eyes darted to me, blazing with defiance.“You don’t even know who you’re messing with.”I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and smirked, my voice calm but dismissive.“I couldn’t care less.”Alaric’s lips curled into a snarl, his fury practically radiating off him.“You bastard! Unhand me, and I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”Before I could even respond, Raisel stepped forward and slapped him. Hard.The sound of her palm meeting his cheek echoed in the room, cutting through the tension like a knife. Alaric’s head snapped to the side, and when he turned back, his glare could’ve killed.I didn’t give him a chance to act. My fist collided with his stomach, and he doubled over, coughing and groaning in pain.“You don’t ever get to loo
Raisel - POVI couldn’t focus on my work but managed to pull myself together and assign teams their tasks. I had to get a few signatures from Soren, so I knocked on his cabin door.“Come in.”I walked in. Soren looked at me with a blank stare.“I need your signatures on these papers,” I said, handing him the file. He read it, signed it, and gave it back to me.I stayed in his office, knowing full well that Soren had been stalking me. He claimed it was to protect me, but I hated his methods. We never talked about it, but I knew there was more to his story. I was aware of half the truth, but I felt Soren was hiding something deeper.“What?” he asked, noticing my stare.“You know, after tonight’s mission, we need to talk,” I said firmly.“About what?” he asked, still focused on his laptop.“You stalking me.”He looked up at me.“There’s nothing to say. I told you I did it to protect you,” he said flatly.“I’m not letting you off with that one-sentence explanation, Soren. You better talk
Soren - POVRaisel’s hesitation was almost imperceptible, but I saw it—how the room hit her like a storm she wasn’t ready for. “I told you to keep Raisins out of this,” I growled, my words razor-edged.“I wanted in.” Her response was quick, defiant.“Don’t you dare say another word, Raisins” My voice was low, threatening, but she didn’t flinch. Her stare was cold, unrelenting—a frigid standoff crackling between us. God, it was maddening how calm she stayed. Sexy as hell. No one else had ever looked me dead in the eye like that, not even the women I’d taken to bed.“Calm down.” Jace’s voice cut through the tension like a dull blade. I didn’t look away, but Raisel did, breaking the thread between us. She turned her eyes from mine, but I kept glaring—first at her, then at Jace. He averted his gaze, the coward.“What’s the plan?” Raisel asked, her voice sharp as a dagger. Her question was for Jace, but Grandpa’s eyes landed on me. I met his stare with a glare that screamed, Don’t even thi