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?”
ROBERT'S POV The revelation from Ariana's lips left me stunned. I hadn't expected her to tell Odette about her family ties, especially given how worried she'd been about Odette discovering her claim to Vanderbilt Holdings. Odette went silent for several minutes, her face changing from anger to a lost, dazed look. The room seemed to hold its breath as she absorbed the information. Her eyes darted between us, finally settling on Ariana.“Are…you…you joking?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.Aiana, sensing she now had the upper hand, smiled coyly. “No, Odette. Your father
ARIANA'S POV The trial against Reginald Thornton-Frost, was grueling and relentless. Every day, as I sat in the courtroom, memories of my ordeal washed over me. The press attention was overwhelming, cameras flashing incessantly, and reporters bombarding us with questions as we navigated through the courthouse.Reginald sat at the defense table, his expression a mask of calm confidence, his legal team—a squad of high-powered attorneys—whispering strategies and objections. He was an accomplished billionaire, after all. He could afford the best. But so could I.Our legal team was formidable, led by an unflinching young woman named Rachel Stevens. She had a reputation for dismantling even the most airtight defenses. I watched her now as she grilled Reginald's personal assistant, extracting every incriminating detail from his reluctant testimony.The courtroom was packed. Spectators and journalists filled every seat, their eyes fixed on the proceedings. “Ms. Stevens,” the judge said, his
ROBERT'S POVThe courtroom buzzed with an electric tension as we sat through the final moments of Reginald Thornton-Frost’s trial. Watching him snap “this isn't over” sent a surge of anger through me, and I had to resist the strong urge to punch him in the face. The judge had adjourned the sentencing to the next day, and we could only wait.The next day, the air was thick with anticipation. The judge's gavel fell, and Reginald was sentenced to fifteen years in prison without parole. He was also ordered to compensate our family for all the trouble we had endured. Relief washed over me as I squeezed Ariana’s hand.Outside the courthouse, reporters swarmed us, shouting questions and snapping photos. Our security detail guided us safely to our vehicle. At home, the reality of our victory finally hit us. I pulled Ariana into my arms, kissing her over and over, rejoicing in the success of the trial.Josh, Sylvia, and Barbara soon joined us, bringing with them a sense of normalcy and camarad
ARIANA'S POVThe sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the courtroom, snapping my head around just in time to see Victor LaSalle slump forward, blood spraying from his head. Odette's scream cut through the chaos, raw and piercing, as Victor's blood splattered across her face and clothes. I stood frozen, horrified, as the scene unfolded before me. My vision blurred, and I felt Robert's arms tighten protectively around me.“Stay down!” he ordered, pulling me closer to him, shielding me with his body.The room erupted into chaos. The masked intruders moved with military precision, throwing smoke canisters that filled the room with a thick, choking cloud. I coughed, trying to se