ROBERT'S POV
My mind was reeling from Ariana's revelation. Odette. It was Odette all along. Hearing the confirmation from Ariana’s lips, seeing the horror in her eyes, made everything painfully real. We had suspected her involvement, but this...this was worse than I imagined. While I was relieved that Ariana was beginning to recover her memories, a part of me worried about what else she might remember. What if it changed everything for us? What if the memories that came flooding back were too painful, too overwhelming for her to bear? Would she retreat into herself? And then there was the fear, gnawing at the edges of my mind, that she might remember something about us—about me—that would change how she saw me, how she felt about us.
ROBERT'S POV The next morning, I woke up with a sense of foreboding in my mind. I wished I didn't have to wake up. I wanted to continue laying down there close to Ariana, feeling her skin on me, cocooned away from the harsh realities and from this maze that seemed to have no end.I laid there and watched Ariana stir awake beside me. I knew I would have to tell her what Sylvia had found out no matter how unpleasant it would be. I sighed thankfully that Ariana didn't really remember Richard."Ari," I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She blinked up at me, her eyes still heavy with sleep."Morning," she murmured."Morning," I replied, managing a small smile. "There's something we need to talk about." It was best to get it over with it. We had to hit the ground running. She sat up, sensing the seriousness in my tone. "What is it?"I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Sylvia called last night. She spoke to her contact in Evanston. Apparently, Anita went to the pol
ARIANA'S POV I stood in the kitchen, my eyes fixed on my mother in disbelief. Her tone was so casual. The way she said the "I know" was so flippant that it made my stomach churn. What kind of a woman was Margaret Vanderbilt? Why wasn't she flustered? Her calm demeanor was like a slap in the face."Mother, how can you be so calm?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. "Robert just said my father killed someone! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"She waved her hand dismissively, her expression unchanging. She walked past us and opened the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water and pouring herself a glass of water."It was a long time ago, Ariana. It doesn't matter now." She then stood looking at us, defiance in her eyes.My anger surged. "How can you say that? Murder is a terrible crime! How can you just ignore it?" I took a step closer to her, my voice rising. I hated that she was being so callous. I had almost lost my own life. Every night I suffered nightmares an
ROBERT'S POV The ride to Sylvia's office was shrouded in an oppressive silence. My mind churned with anger and frustration over Thompson’s decision to fire Maria. It was an unnecessary and cruel move. Maria had been a loyal and dedicated employee; she didn't deserve to be tossed aside like this. But I decided to keep my anger in check, knowing that lashing out wouldn't change anything right now. Ariana sat beside me, lost in her own thoughts. I had to gain control of the office so that stuff like this would not happen. It was frustrating because it seemed like the company was slipping out of my hands. I needed to do something and I needed to do it fast. I needed to deal with Odette and Thompson personally. This back and forth was not helping matters. When we arrived at Sylvia's office, I noticed her pacing anxiously. Josh was there too, his expression troubled. Sylvia looked up as we entered, her agitation clear in her eyes.“Things are spiraling out of control,” she said, her voic
ARIANA'S POVI stormed out of Sylvia's office, my mind consumed with rage. How dare she? Sylvia obviously thought this was all fun and games, more concerned with outmaneuvering Odette than anything else. She seemed to think I could just flip my memory on and off like a switch, with the way she was demanding recollections as if they were her right. My vision blurred with anger as I slammed the door behind me.And why hadn't Rob come after me? Did the company matter more to him than I did? That thought pierced my heart, adding fuel to the inferno inside me. I pushed through the building's doors and burst onto the street, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.I walked quickly, not caring where I was going, just needing to put distance between myself and the endless talk of Odette, Vanderbilt Holdings, and all the twisted memories of my family. The city around me blurred into a haze of faces and cars, the noise of traffic blending into a single, overwhelming roar. My thoughts were a wh
ROBERT'S POVAs I dropped the call, Sylvia’s eyes bore into me. “What did Maria say?”“She told me that Odette and Thompson have been secretly meeting with shareholders, convincing them to sell their shares,” I replied, my voice taut with anger and rage.I could almost hear my father's voice in my head again, “you have failed Robbie”.I shook it off and looked up at Sylvia but Sylvia's face was contorted in shock. I guess she hadn't seen that coming either.“They’re buying out the shareholders?” She asked, disbelief evident in her tone.Josh, who had been pacing the room, stopped abruptly. “How is this possible? I thought the Vanderbilts owned the major shares.”I took a deep breath, trying to keep my frustration in check. “Richard had cousins and brothers who had children of their own. They all hold shares in the company. Richard had the largest share, followed closely by me because of my marriage to Ariana.”Josh’s face paled. “If Odette and Thompson have bought the stocks of five s
ARIANA'S POV I stood there, trying to steady my trembling body as I looked at the man before me. Reginald Thornton-Frost. I knew that name, but from where? My mind raced, struggling to dredge up the memory. Before I could speak, one of the men shoved me roughly. Pain shot through my entire body as his tight grip dug into my arms, forcing a scream from my lips.“Ariana,” the man barked, “answer!”The sharp pain in my head returned, a searing bolt that brought flashes of memory. A restaurant. My mother talking to a man. I saw myself walking over to confront them. I remembered feeling angry that my mother was cheating on my father. It was the day I learnt that we needed “saving”. The day everything started to fall apart.“Ariana, this is Reginald Thornton-Frost of Thornton-Frost Industries.”Snapping back to the present, I gasped. “You’re my mother’s friend,” I stammered, the recognition dawning painfully.Reginald chuckled, a mirthless sound that echoed through the small, oppressive ro
ROBERT'S POV The world felt like it was crashing down around me. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let Ariana slip away a second time? The realization hit me like a freight train, the weight of my own incompetence crushing my chest. Anger bubbled up, not just at myself, but at Josh for encouraging me not to run after Ariana. He had said she needed space, that chasing her would only make things worse. And like a fool, I listened. I let my fear of making things worse paralyze me, and now she was gone. The image of her walking away, hurt and angry, replayed in my mind over and over. I was angry at Sylvia too. If not for her thoughtless remark, Ariana never would have gotten angry. Oh! Crap! How could I have let this happen again? I swore to protect her, to never let anything harm her again, and yet here I was, failing her once more. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and rage. Every second that passed without knowing where she was, or if she was safe, felt like a kni
ARIANA'S POV Gasping for breath, I barely registered Detective James's hands pulling me out of the water. I choked, coughing violently, each spasm a fresh agony that tore through my chest. Water streamed down my face, mingling with tears I couldn’t control. My body shook uncontrollably as I struggled to breathe, every intake of air a desperate, ragged gasp. Flora. Flora. I could see flashes of her face. Flora laughing. Flora running. Flora crying. Flora teasing me. Flora shooting herself in the head. And there was I, standing in my wedding gown. Looking down at her lying in a pool of her own blood. Detective James threw a towel at me, the coarse fabric hitting my face and falling into my lap. I grabbed it, trying to wipe the water from my eyes, but my hands trembled too much to be of any use. Sobs wracked my body as I broke down, tears mixing with the water dripping from my hair. I was so tired. So fucking tired. I felt like I could not go on again. Yet I was so angry at Detective