Ava's POVMy breath came in short, desperate gasps as I sprinted down the sidewalk, dodging pedestrians and ignoring the burning in my legs. I couldn't be late. Not today. Not when I had promised David that I would be there."Please, please, please—just let me make it," I whispered under my breath, pushing myself harder.I still couldn’t believe how late I was. I had no idea how time had slipped away from me, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. Right now, all that mattered was getting to David’s school before the game started. The last thing I wanted was for him to look into the stands and not see me there. He’d be disappointed. Or worse—he’d think I didn’t care. And I couldn’t let that happen.The school field finally came into view, and relief flooded through me. The sound of cheers and whistles filled the air, and I prayed I hadn’t missed it. My heart pounded, not just from the running but from the fear that I was too late.As I reached the gates, I spotted the teams alrea
AVAThe dim glow of the hotel bar’s chandeliers reflected off the polished counter as I wiped a glass absentmindedly. The scent of expensive cologne, whiskey, and cigars filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and soft jazz drifting from the speakers. But my mind was far from the bustling atmosphere around me.I couldn’t stop thinking about them.The men who had shown up at my door. The deal they had placed in front of me. The absurd amount of money they had promised in exchange for one job. A job they had detailed with chilling clarity.Drag Mr. Colton, my boss, into an absurd scandal.Their instructions were simple yet sinister. Get him drunk, lure him into a compromising situation, and make sure he believed I wanted it. And once he crossed that line—whether willingly or under the illusion that he had consent—everything would be recorded. His reputation, his career, his entire legacy—obliterated overnight.The thought made my stomach turn.I wasn’t naive. I knew me
AVAThe walk back to my apartment felt like a dream—one where the air was thick, my legs felt heavy, and my thoughts refused to settle. The city lights blurred past me, but my mind was stuck on Mr. Colton’s expression, the way his intense gaze had studied me, the way his deep voice had demanded to know more.I had told him.I couldn’t believe I had actually told him about the men, about their plan to ruin him. I had betrayed them, thrown away the chance at financial freedom, at a life where Nathan could never reach me.And yet, as I turned the key in my apartment door, a strange sense of relief washed over me.I collapsed onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, and let out a frustrated chuckle. What was I thinking? Why did I tell my boss about all this? It’s not like I’m even related to him—why should I care about his reputation? I had such a good opportunity to change my life, and yet here I am, feeling like I just blew it.And Mr. Colton… He didn’t even thank me for sharing the news
AVA I barely had time to process the shock before he continued."Not mine, exactly," he clarified, tilting his head slightly. "My sister's. But I’ll be the one responsible for you."My breath hitched, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.His sister’s?The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. My pulse roared in my ears, and I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. This wasn’t what I expected—hell, I didn’t even know what I expected. But it definitely wasn’t this.I had betrayed people who were offering me money, risked my own stability to warn him, and now he was sitting here, offering me something even bigger.A deal I never saw coming.I forced myself to breathe. "Why me?"His lips curled slightly at the question as if he had anticipated it. "Because you’ve already proven something most people haven’t." His gaze darkened. "Loyalty."My stomach twisted.I wasn’t sure whether I had just been handed an opportunity—Or stepped int
AVA I sat in the cold stiff chair of the school office, staring at the papers in front of me. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the pen, my mind struggling to focus. Mr. Rawlings, the school director, sat across from me, his polite smile not quite reaching his eyes. I could tell he wanted to ask questions. His gaze kept darting from the stack of papers to me—more specifically, to the oversized jacket I was wearing and the dark glasses hiding my swollen face.I didn’t have the strength to explain, and even if I did, where would I start? There was no way I could tell him what had happened. He cleared his throat and handed me the transfer documents. “Miss Carter, these are the forms to transfer your brother to another school. You just need to sign here.”I swallowed hard, took the pen, and quickly scribbled my name where he pointed. My hand shook, but I forced myself to get through it. My throat was tight, and my chest heavy with a mix of anxiety and exhaustion.Mr. Rawling
AVAThe drive felt like a blur as we wound through streets I didn’t recognize, heading deeper into an area of the city I’d never been to. When we finally arrived, the car pulled up to a massive, gleaming white building. It didn’t look like any hospital I’d ever seen—it was too clean, too polished, too... exclusive. A private entrance, guarded by security, greeted us as we passed through without even slowing down. My pulse quickened as we pulled up to a side entrance where two men in white coats waited.As soon as I stepped out of the car, the doctors greeted Mr. Colton’s sister with a warmth that suggested they knew her well."Good afternoon, Miss Sinclair," one of them said with a polite nod. "Everything is prepared for you.""Thank you, doctor," she replied smoothly. "Will everything be completed today?""Yes, Miss Sinclair," one of the doctors said. "Our team is ready, and we’ll have all the necessary tests and procedures done in a single day. You won’t need to worry about anything
AVA We pulled up to the villa in silence. The engine’s soft hum faded as the car settled, and for a moment, I just sat there. I wasn’t sure why my stomach had twisted into knots — maybe it was the quiet, maybe it was the hospital. I stepped out, my heels clicking softly against the stone path, and the evening air kissed my skin, cool and crisp. I folded my arms, more out of nerves than cold, and followed her up to the door. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes darted around instinctively — to the couch where we left Mr Colton as if expecting to find him still there waiting for us. My gaze lingered a second too long at the empty couch. I pressed my lips together and stepped further inside, my shoulders stiff. Miss Sinclair watched me a moment too long. A knowing glimmer sparkled in her eyes, and I felt my breath hitch. “Are your eyes searching for my brother?” she asked, her voice dipped in playful curiosity. I choked — literally. My breath caught in my throat, and I coughed,
AVA The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, sharp and cold as it crept up my nose. Bright, clinical lights hummed above me, and I blinked up at them, trying to calm my racing heart. I was lying on the hospital bed, the lower half of my body draped in a sterile sheet, legs spread and secured in position. My hands clenched the edge of the bed, but Miss Sinclair stood beside me, her hand sliding into mine with a reassuring squeeze."You’re doing great," she said softly, her voice calm and steady. "It won’t be that painful, I promise. Just a little pressure."I nodded, but my jaw remained tight, my nerves strung taut like violin strings. This was it—the embryo transfer. The moment everything had been building up to. The whirlwind tests, the silent dinners, the contract I’d signed last night with trembling fingers—it all led to this single, surreal moment.A nurse leaned over me, adjusting something on the monitor beside the bed. The doctor stood between my legs, fully focused, w
AVA We pulled up to the villa in silence. The engine’s soft hum faded as the car settled, and for a moment, I just sat there. I wasn’t sure why my stomach had twisted into knots — maybe it was the quiet, maybe it was the hospital. I stepped out, my heels clicking softly against the stone path, and the evening air kissed my skin, cool and crisp. I folded my arms, more out of nerves than cold, and followed her up to the door. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes darted around instinctively — to the couch where we left Mr Colton as if expecting to find him still there waiting for us. My gaze lingered a second too long at the empty couch. I pressed my lips together and stepped further inside, my shoulders stiff. Miss Sinclair watched me a moment too long. A knowing glimmer sparkled in her eyes, and I felt my breath hitch. “Are your eyes searching for my brother?” she asked, her voice dipped in playful curiosity. I choked — literally. My breath caught in my throat, and I coughed,
AVAThe drive felt like a blur as we wound through streets I didn’t recognize, heading deeper into an area of the city I’d never been to. When we finally arrived, the car pulled up to a massive, gleaming white building. It didn’t look like any hospital I’d ever seen—it was too clean, too polished, too... exclusive. A private entrance, guarded by security, greeted us as we passed through without even slowing down. My pulse quickened as we pulled up to a side entrance where two men in white coats waited.As soon as I stepped out of the car, the doctors greeted Mr. Colton’s sister with a warmth that suggested they knew her well."Good afternoon, Miss Sinclair," one of them said with a polite nod. "Everything is prepared for you.""Thank you, doctor," she replied smoothly. "Will everything be completed today?""Yes, Miss Sinclair," one of the doctors said. "Our team is ready, and we’ll have all the necessary tests and procedures done in a single day. You won’t need to worry about anything
AVA I sat in the cold stiff chair of the school office, staring at the papers in front of me. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the pen, my mind struggling to focus. Mr. Rawlings, the school director, sat across from me, his polite smile not quite reaching his eyes. I could tell he wanted to ask questions. His gaze kept darting from the stack of papers to me—more specifically, to the oversized jacket I was wearing and the dark glasses hiding my swollen face.I didn’t have the strength to explain, and even if I did, where would I start? There was no way I could tell him what had happened. He cleared his throat and handed me the transfer documents. “Miss Carter, these are the forms to transfer your brother to another school. You just need to sign here.”I swallowed hard, took the pen, and quickly scribbled my name where he pointed. My hand shook, but I forced myself to get through it. My throat was tight, and my chest heavy with a mix of anxiety and exhaustion.Mr. Rawling
AVA I barely had time to process the shock before he continued."Not mine, exactly," he clarified, tilting his head slightly. "My sister's. But I’ll be the one responsible for you."My breath hitched, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.His sister’s?The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. My pulse roared in my ears, and I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. This wasn’t what I expected—hell, I didn’t even know what I expected. But it definitely wasn’t this.I had betrayed people who were offering me money, risked my own stability to warn him, and now he was sitting here, offering me something even bigger.A deal I never saw coming.I forced myself to breathe. "Why me?"His lips curled slightly at the question as if he had anticipated it. "Because you’ve already proven something most people haven’t." His gaze darkened. "Loyalty."My stomach twisted.I wasn’t sure whether I had just been handed an opportunity—Or stepped int
AVAThe walk back to my apartment felt like a dream—one where the air was thick, my legs felt heavy, and my thoughts refused to settle. The city lights blurred past me, but my mind was stuck on Mr. Colton’s expression, the way his intense gaze had studied me, the way his deep voice had demanded to know more.I had told him.I couldn’t believe I had actually told him about the men, about their plan to ruin him. I had betrayed them, thrown away the chance at financial freedom, at a life where Nathan could never reach me.And yet, as I turned the key in my apartment door, a strange sense of relief washed over me.I collapsed onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, and let out a frustrated chuckle. What was I thinking? Why did I tell my boss about all this? It’s not like I’m even related to him—why should I care about his reputation? I had such a good opportunity to change my life, and yet here I am, feeling like I just blew it.And Mr. Colton… He didn’t even thank me for sharing the news
AVAThe dim glow of the hotel bar’s chandeliers reflected off the polished counter as I wiped a glass absentmindedly. The scent of expensive cologne, whiskey, and cigars filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and soft jazz drifting from the speakers. But my mind was far from the bustling atmosphere around me.I couldn’t stop thinking about them.The men who had shown up at my door. The deal they had placed in front of me. The absurd amount of money they had promised in exchange for one job. A job they had detailed with chilling clarity.Drag Mr. Colton, my boss, into an absurd scandal.Their instructions were simple yet sinister. Get him drunk, lure him into a compromising situation, and make sure he believed I wanted it. And once he crossed that line—whether willingly or under the illusion that he had consent—everything would be recorded. His reputation, his career, his entire legacy—obliterated overnight.The thought made my stomach turn.I wasn’t naive. I knew me
Ava's POVMy breath came in short, desperate gasps as I sprinted down the sidewalk, dodging pedestrians and ignoring the burning in my legs. I couldn't be late. Not today. Not when I had promised David that I would be there."Please, please, please—just let me make it," I whispered under my breath, pushing myself harder.I still couldn’t believe how late I was. I had no idea how time had slipped away from me, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. Right now, all that mattered was getting to David’s school before the game started. The last thing I wanted was for him to look into the stands and not see me there. He’d be disappointed. Or worse—he’d think I didn’t care. And I couldn’t let that happen.The school field finally came into view, and relief flooded through me. The sound of cheers and whistles filled the air, and I prayed I hadn’t missed it. My heart pounded, not just from the running but from the fear that I was too late.As I reached the gates, I spotted the teams alrea