My eye balls danced about as I looked around, taking in the shocked faces of the maids and guards. They were staring at me like I was a ghost, and maybe I felt like one too disconnected, lost. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Was I supposed to be relieved? Happy? Or Angry? The emotions swirled inside me like a storm, and I had no idea what to say to any of them.Before I could figure it out, my feet moved on their own. I turned and rushed into the house, shoving the door open with more force than I intended. It slammed against the wall, but I barely noticed. My heart was in my throat as I sprinted across the sitting room, the polished floor cold under my shoes, and I took the stairs two at a time. When I reached her room, I didn't hesitate, I threw the door open and froze.Her room was a disaster. Clothes were strewn across the floor, drawers yanked out, and the bed was unmade. It was like someone had torn through it in a fit of rage. The sight was a punch to the gut, drag
ADRIAN (POV)The night air was cool, the darkness pressing on all sides as I drove like a madman through the streets of the city.My mind was a storm of rage and confusion, the questions from that cursed news article spinning in my head. Vanessa? Who the hell was Vanessa? And Ivy... God, where was she really?The tires screeched as I took a sharp turn, almost losing control. I didn’t care. Maxwell had to have the answers. He had to explain this nightmare that was quickly becoming my reality. My breath was ragged as I approached his office, the headlights cutting through the inky blackness, revealing Maxwell’s car parked outside the tall building.The building loomed, dark and silent, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable confrontation.I slammed on the brakes, the car jerking to a stop. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white, as I stared at the figure emerging from the shadows. Maxwell was alone, stepping out of the building with his
IVY (POV)The plane shuddered as it descended, and I felt a strange tightening in my chest. It had been years since I left this place years spent trying to forget, to move on. And yet, there I was, back again like I had planned to.I couldn't quite name the emotion that gripped me. Resentment? Vengefulness? Maybe it wasn’t all that. After all, there were some beautiful things that came from this place…like my children…my adorable twins; Ethan and Lily. I heaved a sign as the wheels touched the runway. “Mom, are we there yet?” my son, Ethan, asked, tugging at my sleeve.I glanced down at him, the inquisitive sparkle in his blue eyes a stark contrast to my thoughts. “Yes, Ethan. We’ve just landed.”Beside him, his twin sister, Lily, piped up, her face scrunched with a mix of excitement and curiosity. “Does it still look like you remember, Mommy?”I smiled, though it felt a little forced. "I’m not sure, sweetheart. I guess we'll see." We made our way down the aisle with the othe
IVY (POV)I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watched the SUV disappear around the corner. The started rain in trickles and the rhythm seemed to amplify the pounding of my heart.“ Who could it be?” I repeated. And why did they have to show up now, just when I was trying to start over?Lily’s words echoed in my mind: “Ethan’s blue eyes.” I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the cold dread creeping up my spine. I cleared my throat and pulled a shrug to make it look less suspicious.I knew I couldn’t let the children see my fear. I had to be strong, for their sake.“Alright, let’s get inside, kiddos,” I said, now forcing a smile as I ushered them toward the front door. “It’s starting to rain, and we don’t want to catch a cold on our first day back, do we?”Ethan had since joined us he looked up at me with those curious blue eyes. and shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “No, Mommy. I want to see the whole house!”“Me too!” Lily chimed in, clutching her toy t
MAXWELL (POV)I was in my study and the heavy silence the small room was occasionally punctuated by the muffled sounds of the city beyond the tall windows. I leaned back in my leather chair, wincing as the movement increased the swelling in my jaw from last night’s altercation with Adrian. The room was dimly lit.and Caleb, the shadow to my light, was standing by the window, his posture rigid. His eyes occasionally shifted toward me, reflecting a mix of anticipation and unease. “Boss,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “how’s the situation with Adrian? Any new developments?”I rubbed my jaw absently, the pain a small but persistent reminder of the night’s events. “We’re on the brink, Caleb. Everything is nearly in place. The public humiliation of Adrian is only the beginning. We’re months away from our main objective. Any slip-ups could ruin everything.”Caleb’s gaze was intense, searching. “And what about the staff? How ready are they for the final stages? We can’t a
Adrian’s POV) I sat on a cold metal chair, leaning back, my muscles taut with tension.The first police man that was here earlier had gone.The room was dimly lit, its walls painted in a color that once might have been white but had now faded to a sickly, pale yellow.Every part of this place felt designed to break a man’s spirit, strip you of your will.The door swung open, and first person to enter first was Austin. I felt an element of relief when I saw him.His expression was tight, concern written in the lines of his face. He was followed by a tall man with sharp eyes, dressed in a tailored suit that seemed too refined for a place like this. His presence filled the room with a quiet authority, his movements measured and deliberate. The policeman who had led them in hovered by the door, watching with a mixture of suspicion and irritation.The newcomer glanced briefly at the officer, then back at me. "I need a moment with my client…. In private," he said, his voice calm but c
(IVY’S POV)It had been three days now since I moved in with the kids. I stood in the middle of my bedroom, pulling a light blue blouse from the closet, I slid it over my head, smoothing it against my skin before grabbing a black skirt and slipping it on. The mirror showed me someone determined, but today, my reflection felt strange, even to me. My hair tumbled down in loose waves around my shoulders. I tucked a few rebellious strands behind my ear, but they fell right back into place, as stubborn as I was.The room was a mess. Boxes were piled in the corners, some half-open, spilling clothes and books onto the floor. I could hear Ethan and Lily in their room, their laughter echoing through the thin walls as they got ready for their first day at the new school. Not really a first day, just an interview, a short test to gauge where they stood. The principal had explained everything over the phone a few weeks ago. I closed my eyes for a moment, my fingers pausing over a stack
IVY’S POV)The room was still. Ethan's question about Caleb lingered in the air like smoke. I opened my mouth to answer, but the words didn’t come. My mind raced, searching for a plausible response something that would make sense, something that wouldn't raise more questions.“Caleb…” I began, my voice catching. “He's just a… a name from a dream, I think.” I forced a light laugh, hoping it sounded convincing, but I could feel their eyes on me, Ethan's eye especially. The twins exchanged yet another puzzled look.Ethan was perceptive. Too perceptive.“A dream?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. His bright blues eyes were steady, curious.“Yes,” I said a bit too quickly. “Or maybe… a memory. But nothing important.” My voice wavered, and I could tell I’d only deepened their suspicions.Ethan didn't press further, but I could see the quiet resolve in his eyes. He nodded slowly, as if accepting my explanation for now, but I knew he was already making plans for something…that