ARIANA'S POV
Shock rippled through me as I saw my mother standing in the hallway. Margaret Vanderbilt was the last person I expected to see, especially after everything that had happened. Rob had sent her away, and we hadn’t heard from her since we decided we were contesting the will. Her sudden appearance felt like a punch to the gut.
“Josh, I’ll be fine,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. Josh nodded, squeezing my shoulder before walking away.
I turned back to face my mother, feeling a mixture of anger and confusion. She stood there, dressed in a black skirt and a pink coat with golden buttons. The outfit was elegant, but her hair was unkempt
ROBERT'S POV As I drove home, the weight of Ariana’s words pressed heavily on my chest. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. How did it come to this? How had we reached a point where she couldn’t even look at me, let alone trust me? The image of her face, filled with pain and doubt, haunted me. Odette’s lies, Maria’s betrayal—it all swirled in my mind like a toxic brew. Maria had been my one confidante in Vanderbilt Holdings. She had told me I was voted out of Vanderbilt Holdings, and I had believed her. I had gone to her for help with Odette. How much were they paying her to spread these lies? How deep did the betrayal run?The drive home was a blur, my thoughts consumed by anger and exhaustion. I could barely process the fact that Ariana had sent me away. She was going to see Odette, to confront her. But what did she hope to learn from that viper? Odette had always been a master manipulator, twisting truths and creating chaos. Ariana had to know that.W
ARIANA'S POV I sat across from Odette, suddenly at a loss for words. The woman before me was a far cry from the broken figure I'd seen before Victor LaSalle's murder in the courtroom. Today, she was every bit the cunning, seductive persona she had always been, the same woman who had once vividly described how she planned to take over Vanderbilt Holdings and make Rob hers.Odette’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light as she leaned back, her posture relaxed despite the cuffs. The corners of her lips turned up in a sly smile, as if she knew the turmoil raging inside me.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “This was foolish,” I said, my voice wavering despite my best efforts. “I shouldn’t have come here. I have nothing to say to you, Odette. I know you’re just going to lie.”Odette leaned forward, her eyes locking onto mine with a predatory intensity. “Are you afraid to hear the truth, Ariana?” she asked, her voice a soft, mocking whisper. “Don’t you know your man is the beau
ARIANA'S POV I gripped the back of the chair, my knuckles white with fear. The figure that stood before me was unmistakable. The Baron, short and unassuming, cast a long shadow across the room as he stepped into the office, his presence filling the space with an oppressive weight. Alone. He sighed, the sound heavy with frustration, and walked in, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “How did you get into the building?”The Baron ignored my questions, his gaze piercing through me. “You made a mistake going to the jailhouse,”
ROBERT'S POV The guard at the desk glanced up at me, irritation etched on his face. “Calm down, sir,” he said, holding up a hand to placate me. “I’ll check the visiting book.”I watched him flip through the pages with painstaking slowness, my impatience mounting. Finally, he found Ariana’s name.“You just missed her,” he said, looking up. “She left a few minutes ago in a cab.”I muttered a curse under my breath and rushed back outside. The summer night air was thick and he
ARIANA'S POV I paced the living room, my heart pounding with anxiety. The silence of the house only amplified my unease. I couldn’t believe that Odette had managed to escape from jail. The sheer improbability of it was staggering. Who had helped her, and why? Questions swirled in my mind, each one more unsettling than the last.The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second dragging by like an eternity. I glanced out the window for the hundredth time, hoping to see Sylvia or Rob and Josh pulling into the driveway. Instead, darkness greeted me, the empty street offering no solace. The sound of a car approaching broke the stillness, and I rushed to the door. I flung it open just a
ROBERT'S POV My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Odette was dead? How could this be? I replayed the Baron’s chilling words over and over, trying to make sense of it. The shock of the news left me numb, but confusion quickly followed.“How can this be possible?” I blurted out. “We just saw her. She was in the car that rammed us.”Josh, wincing as Sylvia pressed a cloth to his head, looked equally perplexed. “It doesn’t make any sense. We barely survived that crash, and she was laughing like a maniac. How could she be dead now?”Ariana, her face pale with worry, hu
ARIANA'S POV Odette stepped into the living room, her presence sending a ripple through the tension-laden air. As she crossed the threshold, a shadow flickered over her striking green eyes. For a fleeting moment, I was struck by how beautiful she was. Her green eyes—the same shade as mine. The same eyes we had inherited from the same bloodline. We were cousins. The realization had once seemed irrelevant, but now it was a link that bound us inextricably.She looked around, taking in the room’s occupants. Her gaze lingered on each of us, her expression a mix of apprehension and resolve. “You should have no fears,” she began, her voice ste
ROBERT'S POVThe room seemed to freeze, everyone waiting for Sylvia's answer. But she said nothing, her eyes closed, her red hair framing her face. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a mix of frustration, exhaustion, and anger.I had just been in an accident and had to listen to Thompson and Odette in one night. The last thing I needed was Sylvia closing in on me like this. She had to release the name.“Why won't you say his name?” I demanded, my voice echoing off the walls. Sylvia remained silent, and the tension snapped. I slammed my hand against the table, the impact sending the lamp crashing to the floor. Shards of glass scattered across the room like tiny, sparkl