ARIANA'S POV
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My father's largest warehouse burned down. This had Odette written all over it.
As I stared at the remains of the smoldering structure on the news, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The warehouse wasn’t just any building; it was the backbone of my father’s company, the heart that kept the business alive. My mind raced, trying to piece together the implications of this disaster.
My thoughts shifted to the state of the company. We had been teetering on the edge for months, the market pressures and relentless competition driving us to the brink. And now this. The loss of the warehouse would be a blow we might not recover from.
ROBERT'S POVA dull, throbbing pain in my abdomen brought me back to consciousness. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the harsh light overhead. My vision was blurry, but I could make out a metallic ceiling. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to piece together what had happened. Then it hit me—I had been shot. The confrontation with Reginald Thornton-Frost flashed through my mind like a nightmare. Nate! What had happened to him? Had Ariana been able to get to him? Was he okay? Was he alive?I was on a stretcher and I knew I was being moved but by whom?I attempted to sit up, but the sharp pain in
ARIANA'S POVChaos swirled around me like a raging storm as I pushed myself up from the cold, sterile floor of the hospital corridor. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I couldn't afford to falter. Not now. Not when Rob's life hung in the balance. I scanned the frantic scene before me—doctors and nurses rushing past, alarms blaring, patients' cries mingling with the distant wail of sirens. My heart pounded, each beat a desperate plea for strength.“Josh! Where's Josh?” I shouted, my voice lost in the cacophony. But no one answered, their faces set in grim determination.I couldn't go back to get Babs and Sylvia. It would be too late and LaSalle would be long gone. I had to do this myself. I had to find Rob and save him no matter what it took.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to focus. I needed Rob and I missed him badly. He had been with me, and then suddenly he was gone. It was like the universe was constantly trying to keep us apart.And Victor LaSalle—oh God, that monster had him.
ROBERT'S POVMy eyes fluttered open, the sterile white of the hospital ceiling slowly coming into focus. The beeping of the monitors beside me was a steady, rhythmic reminder that I was still alive. Relief washed over me. I wasn’t being transported to my death this time. I let out a sigh, my body sinking deeper into the bed as the weight of the world seemed to momentarily lift from my shoulders.I was still basking in this relief and trying to remember what had happened in the parking lot when the door creaked open, and Josh walked in. His face lit up with a smile when he saw me awake. He looked exhausted, probably from making his rounds, but his eyes were filled with a warm relief.My heart swelled with gratitude at the thought that Josh was a friend and someone I could count on.“Welcome back to the land of the living, Rob,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of humor.“How long have I been out?” I asked, my voice rough and weak from disuse.“Five whole days,” Josh replied, his smil
ARIANA'S POV I watched as Rob left the car, his movements purposeful yet calm. My curiosity piqued, I rolled down the window to get a better view. Rob stood by the railing of the bridge, holding something in his hand. His silhouette was strong against the fading light of the evening, the wind tousling his hair. I watched intently as he seemed to hesitate for a moment before letting go of whatever he held. It fluttered down slowly, carried by the breeze, until it disappeared from sight.Rob returned to the car, his face a mixture of relief and resolution. As he slid back into his seat, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. The driver resumed our journey, the hum of the engine fi
ROBERT'S POV I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Richard couldn’t have done this. There had to be some mistake. How could he forget to include his only daughter in his will when he remembered the housekeeper and his niece? There had to be a logical explanation. Maybe the lawyer made a mistake. Or perhaps there was another will somewhere. Richard was always thorough. He wouldn’t just leave his daughter with nothing. It was preposterous.“Is that all?” I asked, my voice betraying the disbelief and anger simmering within me.Harold adjusted his glasses, looking uncomfortable. “Yes, that’s all. The rest are just bequests of family heirlooms and a
ARIANA'S POV Chills ran down my spine as Sylvia's words hung in the air. A lead on my father's blackmailer. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of hope and dread. Could this be the key to unraveling the mess that had become my life? Yet, an overwhelming sense of despondency washed over me. What was the point? My father didn’t care enough to include me in his will. Not a single pin was left for me. That was how much I was not loved. Yet here was I constantly fighting for the company. A company that wasn't even mine.Save the company. The words felt like a cruel joke. What was there to save? My father had made it clear I was nothing to him, a nobody. The company, the legacy he built—it was all for Flora. I was just a shadow in the background, barely acknowle
ROBERT'S POVThe tension in the room was unmistakable and thick enough to cut with a knife. As I glanced around, the weight of the moment pressed heavily on my shoulders. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken anxieties and hidden fears. Ariana’s question hung in the air, echoing in my mind. What if Odette did know? The possibility cast a shadow over everything. The thought of Odette discovering she was a Vanderbilt added a new layer of complexity to an already precarious situation. How much more driven would she become if she knew she had a legitimate claim to Vanderbilt Holdings? It wasn’t just a business opportunity for her—it could become a birthright, a destiny she felt entitled to seize.&nbs
ARIANA'S POV As Rob read the note aloud, a trickle of sweat ran down the nape of my neck and into my back. Memories of the horrors I had faced washed over me. Sitting there, I could almost feel the hands clamping over my mouth again and the huge blow to my head. I shivered visibly just thinking of it. The moment when my world had gone black. Waking up alone to find I was covered in my own blood. My stomach churned.“Ariana?” Rob's voice seemed distant, muffled by my rising panic. I opened my eyes without realizing I had closed them.Rob’s concerned face came into focus. “Are you okay?”