Flora's POV I walk back into my small office, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it for a moment. My mind is racing with everything Mr. Rivera said. My hands tremble slightly as I press them against the desk, trying to steady myself.Senator Jones.Stanley’s friend.Why would he want to help me? Why would he offer me a job one that seems too convenient, too calculated?I exhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. The more I think about it, the more it feels like Stanley is involved in something far shadier than I ever imagined. Or maybe he isn’t, and he’s just surrounded by the worst kind of people without realizing it.But that would mean he’s blind to the kind of company he keeps.And I don’t know which is worse.I sit down, forcing myself to push the thoughts away. I shouldn't be thinking about him at all. He’s not my problem anymore. We’re separated. Even if the divorce isn’t finalized yet, we’re no longer a couple.I have to focus on myself.My fingers hov
Stanley's POV The night air is cool, but it does nothing to soothe the rage burning inside me. My fists clench at my sides as I stride toward the little lab house, my guards making sure no one is following.I don’t know why I even feel nervous. I already know what I’m about to hear, but a small part of me is still clinging to the possibility that maybe—just maybe—I was wrong.Mrs. Eliot is sitting behind her desk when I step into her office. She looks up, takes one glance at my face, and shakes her head."Sit down, Stanley.""I’m not here to sit," I snap. "I’m here for answers."She exhales slowly, folding her hands on the desk. "I know. But you’re not going to like the answer."My stomach tightens. "Just say it.""The DNA doesn’t match," she says, her voice firm but laced with sympathy. "You are not Aurora’s father."For a moment, my entire world tilts.I force out a breath, clenching my jaw so tight it hurts.She keeps talking, her voice softer now. "Stanley, I think it’s ti
Flora's POV Aurora suckles quietly, her tiny fingers grasping at my shirt, unaware of the storm brewing in my mind. I shift slightly in my chair, adjusting her weight against me as I glance at my mother, who sits across from me with that unreadable expression on her face.Her words from earlier linger like an ominous cloud."Stanley’s days might be numbered."I swallow hard before asking, "Mom, what did you mean by that?"She exhales deeply, folding her hands in her lap. "It’s the dirtiness of politics, Flora. Once you’re in once you’re wrapped up in it,it’s finished. You either play the game, or the game plays you."A shiver runs down my spine. "But there has to be a way out. Right? The senator hired me as his personal assistant, but that doesn’t mean I have to be part of whatever corruption they’re into."My mother shakes her head. "You’re already in, Flora. Even if you think you’re just standing at the edge, you’re not. You’re part of their world now."I tighten my hold on Aur
Stanley's POV I watch as Jessica walks back into the room, her expression unreadable, but I know better. That was an important call. The way she left abruptly, the way she kept her voice low she’s hiding something.She catches me staring and tilts her head. "What?"I don’t look away. "Who was that?"She shrugs, walking toward the mirror to adjust her earrings. "No one important. Just business."I narrow my eyes. "Business? At this hour?"Jessica rolls her eyes. "Yes, Stanley. Business doesn’t have a curfew."Before I can push further, my phone rings. My chest tightens as I glance at the screen an unknown number. But I know it’s not just any random call. I answer, pressing the phone to my ear."Mr. Lockwood?"I recognize the voice immediately—one of the officers from the local precinct."We received a report of gunfire at Mrs. Flora Lockwood’s residence. A bullet went through her window. No casualties, but we’re investigating. Just thought you should know."My grip tightens ar
Jessica’s POVI lean against the leather seat of my car, tapping my manicured nails on my phone as I wait for Michael. My lips curl into a smirk. He thinks he's using me, but he has no idea who he's dealing with.A few minutes later, he arrives at the dimly lit parking lot, his bike screeching to a stop. He swings his leg over and walks toward me, his usual cocky swagger on full display. I roll my eyes but keep my expression neutral as I step out of the car, a thick envelope in my hand."Finally," he says, reaching for the money.I pull back slightly, just to toy with him. "You did what I asked?"He smirks. "Of course. I scared the hell out of her, and now she’s got a bunch of guards around her house. Guess who probably sent them?"I raise a brow. "Stanley?"He nods. "Who else? I saw them myself, all suited up like some high-level security team."I narrow my eyes, pretending to process the information, but in reality, I expected this. Stanley’s still holding onto his obsession wit
Senator Jones’ POVI lean back in my chair, a smug grin on my face as I swirl the whiskey in my glass. The office is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the cigar burning slowly between my fingers. The phone is pressed against my ear, and on the other end, the boss chuckles."You should’ve seen the look on Stanley’s face," I say, exhaling a puff of smoke. "He bought it completely. He actually believes Flora is shacking up with some secret lover."The boss laughs a deep, rich sound that holds the weight of power. "Good. That fool has always been easy to manipulate. His ego won’t let him think clearly when it comes to her.""Exactly," I say, taking a sip of my whiskey. "It’s all working perfectly. His anger keeps him distracted. He’s so consumed with proving Flora is unworthy that he won’t see what’s really happening right under his nose."The boss hums in satisfaction before his tone shifts. "Now, about Jessica…"I raise an eyebrow. "What about her?""She’s been play
Stanley's POV I'm fast asleep in my bed when I'm jolted awake by the sound of a plate breaking. It's loud and close, and I quickly throw off the covers and rush out of my room to see what's happening.As I enter the hallway, I see Jessica standing in the foyer, surrounded by shattered glass and ceramic. She's holding a vase, and with a swift motion, she throws it to the ground, shattering it into a hundred pieces.The maids are standing nearby, looking frazzled and scared. They're holding new vases, and I realize that Jessica must have ordered them to replace the old ones.Just then, my mother comes downstairs, her face pale with shock. "Jessica, what are you doing?" she demands, her voice shrill with anger.But Jessica just scoffs, a look of disdain on her face. She pretends like she can't hear my mother, and instead turns to me."Stanley, these vases are outdated," she says, her voice dripping with condescension. "They need to be changed."I take a deep breath, trying to c
Flora’s POVMy footsteps echo against the cold concrete as I climb the last set of stairs leading to the rooftop. My heart pounds with every step, and my fingers grip the rail tightly, as if letting go would send me spiraling into the unknown.When I push open the heavy metal door, the crisp night air greets me, sending a shiver down my spine. The city sprawls beneath me, lights flickering like a million secrets waiting to be uncovered.I step out cautiously, my eyes scanning every corner. There’s no one here.The rooftop is eerily quiet, except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional gust of wind. The paranoia settles in my bones—I shouldn’t be here. This feels like a setup.I wrap my arms around myself, glancing over my shoulder, expecting someone to emerge from the shadows. But nothing happens.Then, my phone vibrates in my hand.The sharp buzz startles me, and I nearly drop it. My breath hitches as I glance at the screen. Unknown Number.I don’t answer.My hands are
Flora’s POVI sit in the car, watching the city lights blur past through the window, and for a moment,I can’t breathe.Did I just do that?Did I really sit through a dinner with Stanley and Jessica like it didn’t break every nerve in my body? Did I smile? Stay calm? Keep my voice even?I did.And I didn’t just survive it… I owned it.I blink, looking down at my hands, still slightly trembling, but steady enough to clench the edge of my dress. I feel raw inside, like I’ve been skinned emotionally, but on the outside,I looked untouched. That has to count for something.I glance to the other seat where the nanny holds Aurora gently. She’s fast asleep, cheeks flushed from the night, her tiny hand curled around the edge of her bunny plushie. So peaceful. So soft.I swallow the lump in my throat.The nanny offers me a small, knowing smile. “She didn’t even stir. Must’ve been a long day.”“Yeah,” I say, voice hoarse. “For both of us.”I lean forward, tapping the glass. “Let’s go. I just
Flora’s POVIt’s almost time to leave, but my heart won’t stop racing.I pace the living room twice, clutching my handbag like it might fly away if I let go. Aurora’s dressed already,hair done in a sweet puff, her tiny hands playing with the butterfly clips in her curls.I turn to Mama. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I feel like this is a mistake.”She walks over and touches my shoulder gently. “It’s not a mistake, Flora. You’re just anxious. Breathe, alright? Maybe this dinner is a good thing.”I glance toward the window. It’s already getting dark.“Be positive,” she adds. “Whatever happens tonight, just stay calm. Don’t let anyone rattle you.”I nod slowly, then my phone rings, interrupting the moment.Unknown number.I hesitate, then swipe to answer. “Hello?”“Miss Flora,” a familiar voice says, low and firm. It’s the agent. “You’ll be accompanied to your meeting tonight. My men are waiting outside your house.”“What?” I blink. “How did you even—?”But the line goes dead.I
Flora's POVI stare at the file on my desk like it might reach out and bite me. My heart’s been beating too fast since I saw his name,Stanley Davis,boldly written under the “eliminate” column. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.I pace the floor of my office, my heels clicking too loudly against the tiles. I want to scream, throw something, demand answers,but I don’t even know who to direct my anger to. Senator Jones? Mr. Rivera? The agent who dropped this bombshell on my desk and vanished like smoke?God, I want to go to the senator’s house. I want to grab him by the collar and ask what twisted game he’s playing. But I can’t. I think of my mom. I think of Aurora—her little giggles, the way she wraps her tiny fingers around mine like I’m her entire world.If I make the wrong move, if I provoke the wrong man… they’ll pay the price.I sit down slowly, running my fingers through my braids, trying to breathe through the chaos. I keep glancing at the door, hoping the age
Jessica’s POVThe hospital smells like antiseptic and quiet desperation. I walk briskly through the corridor, not making eye contact with anyone. I’m not here for small talk or polite nods. I’m here to get things done. Ruthlessly.I reach the doctor’s office and knock once before stepping in without waiting for a response. Dr. Franklin looks up from his desk, startled.“Miss—” he starts, standing as if unsure whether to greet me or brace himself.I cut him off with a smile. “Sit down, doctor. I won’t take much of your time.”His nervous energy is almost amusing. I close the door behind me and walk to his desk slowly, deliberately, like I own this hospital. In many ways, I do,money talks, and mine never stutters.“I need a favor,” I say, placing my purse on the edge of his desk. “Stanley’s mother… I want her drug regimen changed.”His brows knit together. “Changed?”“Yes,” I reply smoothly. “Swap it with something… a little more effective at finishing the job. Something that will sl
Jessica’s POVStanley is halfway down the porch steps when I rush out, clutching the thick file against my chest.“Wait!” I call out, trying not to sound desperate. “You forgot something.”He slows but doesn’t stop until he’s by the car door. I reach him just as he swings it open, his brows pinched and expression already tense. He’s always tense lately.“What is it now?” he asks, not even bothering to look at me.I shove the file into his hands. “It’s everything I’ve put together for the wedding. A summary. Venues, press coordination, stylist options, dates. You said we should get things moving, so I did.”He stares at the file for a beat, then tosses it onto the passenger seat like it’s yesterday’s trash. “Thanks,” he mutters without enthusiasm. “I have to get to work, Jessica. I’ll stop by the hospital after.”I nod quickly, stepping back from the car, forcing a soft smile onto my face. “Of course. I’ll meet Chloe at the hospital and stay with your mom for a bit. You don’t have
Flora’s POVThe elevator dings softly as it stops on my floor, and the doors glide open. I step out into the office, my heels clicking sharply against the polished tiles. The morning buzz has already started,phones ringing, printers humming, employees moving about with forced smiles and quick steps. But I have no time for pleasantries or distractions today. I go straight for Mr. Rivera’s office.I don’t bother to knock. I push the door open, stepping in with a quiet resolve that masks the storm brewing inside me.Mr. Rivera looks up from behind his desk, eyes narrowing slightly as he sees me. “Flora,” he says slowly, drawing out the syllables like he’s trying to figure out which version of me walked through the door. “I’m surprised to see you here.”I don’t answer. Not immediately. I let the silence stretch just a little. I remain standing, my arms at my sides, trying to steady the pounding in my chest.He raises an eyebrow when I don’t speak, fingers tapping lightly on the edge
Stanley’s POVThe door clicks shut behind us as we step into the house. Silence stretches across the room, thick and tense. I don’t say a word. I don’t have the strength to start something I won’t be able to finish tonight.Jessica walks ahead of me, heels tapping lightly against the polished floor. When I attempt to head for the stairs, she moves fast,almost too fast,planting herself in front of me, arms folded and head tilted in that practiced way of hers.“Are you still mad at me?” she asks, voice calm but with that underlying edge I’ve come to recognize. The one she uses when she’s trying to gauge whether I’m malleable enough to manipulate.I exhale slowly. “Jessica, I’m tired. I’ve been at the hospital for hours.”“You didn’t answer my question.”I look at her. Really look at her. The woman I married for obligation, not love. Her face is painted perfectly, not a flaw out of place, but behind that pretty mask is the chaos she caused just hours ago. My mother, injured. Hit wit
Jessica's POV I sit in the hospital hallway, crossing my legs as I scroll mindlessly through my phone. My nails tap against the screen, the only sound in the otherwise quiet corridor. Stanley has been inside his mother’s room for a while now, and I can only imagine the dramatic little scene unfolding in there.Poor Stanley.He still doesn’t understand the game we’re playing.A doctor walks past me, and I rise gracefully from my seat, flashing my most charming smile. “Doctor?”He stops, giving me a polite nod. “Yes, Miss?”I step closer, lowering my voice. “I heard that my dear mother-in-law to be might be discharged soon. Is that true?”The doctor glances at his clipboard. “Yes. She’s stable, and we’re expecting to clear her for discharge either tomorrow or by the weekend.”I hum, tilting my head. “I see.” I pretend to hesitate before leaning in slightly. “Would it be possible to delay that?”He frowns. “Delay it?”I let out a soft, almost embarrassed laugh. “It’s just that she’s had
Flora’s POVI walk into the towering glass building, the sound of my heels clicking against the pristine marble floor. The receptionist greets me with a polite smile, and I nod in acknowledgment before heading toward the conference room where my meeting with Mr. Rivera is scheduled.As I push open the heavy wooden door, my eyes immediately land on Senator Boris. He’s seated at the far end of the table, deep in conversation with Mr. Rivera and two other men in dark suits. The moment he sees me, his sharp gaze flickers to my wrist.“That bracelet…” His voice is low, almost thoughtful. “It looks familiar.”I glance down at the delicate silver chain wrapped around my wrist, a tiny charm dangling from it. It’s new—I had picked it up earlier that morning while out with my mom. I raise an eyebrow at the senator.“I got it this morning,” I tell him casually. “On my way out with my mom.”Senator Boris studies it for a beat longer, his expression unreadable. “It looks oddly strange,” he mu