Cole's POV.The world was burning, and I was standing in the middle of it, phone in hand, watching my life collapse in real-time.Every major news outlet, every gossip blog, every social media platform was eating up the scandal like it was the juiciest story of the year."Emily Hart Walks Out on Cole Greyson Just 2 Days After Their Wedding!" "Hart Heiress Flees Honeymoon Suite – Trouble in Billionaire Paradise?" "Cole Greyson Left Behind as His Bride Vanishes!"The photos were everywhere—Emily walking out of the hotel, her posture elegant despite her ruined dress, make-up and birdnest of a hair. Even her expression was unreadable. The press had caught her getting into a black car. And her wedding ring nowhere in sight.Meanwhile, I was stuck here, trapped in this disaster of my own making.I exhaled sharply, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white.This was bad.The internet was a wildfire, and I was at the center of it. People were talking…laughing, judging, feasting
Cole's POV.I had always been a man who got what he wanted. Connections, wealth, influence…I had them all. But none of that mattered now if I couldn’t find Emily.The moment she walked out on me, my entire world had gone to hell. The media had gotten wind of the story. My father had called, yelling through the phone, making it clear that if Emily wasn’t back as my wife within 24 hours, Greyson Corps would be handed over to my cousin.I wasn’t about to let that happen.I had spent the entire day making calls, pulling every string I could. The best private investigators, cybersecurity experts, and even a few underground contacts…I spared no expense. I needed to find her before it was too late.By evening, I got a lead.She had checked into one of the most expensive hotels in the city. The irony wasn’t lost on me. She wasn’t hiding. She wasn’t running. She was waiting.For what?To watch me crumble? To see how far I would go?Whatever it was, I didn’t care.By 9 PM, I was standing outsid
Emily's POV.I stood by the window, arms crossed, my back to Cole. The city stretched out in front of me, lights blinking, cars moving, the world going on like nothing was wrong. Inside this room, though, the air was thick, suffocating. Cole stood behind me, his presence pressing against my back like a weight I refused to acknowledge. He had forced his way in, tracked me down like a desperate man clinging to something already gone.I didn’t turn around. I didn’t give him the satisfaction."Say whatever you want, Cole. It won’t change a damn thing," I said, reaching for the whiskey bottle on the counter. I poured myself a drink, the liquid steadying me.But Cole wasn’t leaving. His father’s threats must have been ringing in his ears. The humiliation, the headlines, the fear of losing everything…it was crashing down on him. His silence stretched long enough that I knew he was struggling to keep it together."Do you really hate me that much?" His voice was low, rough, like he was barely
Emily’s POV.I stood there, arms crossed, watching him like he was some kind of pest that refused to leave. Cole, sitting on my couch like he belonged here. Like he had any right to breathe the same air as me after everything he did.He was crazy if he thought I’d just let this slide.I took a step forward, ready to grab his arm and drag him out myself, but a knock on the door stopped me. My head snapped toward it.Room service? I hadn’t ordered anything.Cole, the smug bastard, didn’t even react. He just sat there, rubbing his temple like I was giving him a headache.I marched to the door, yanked it open, and found a hotel staff member standing there with a tray. A covered dish, a drink on the side."Miss Hart, your assistant sent this up for you."My brows pulled together. "My assistant?""Yes, ma’am. He said you haven’t eaten all day and that you needed something light."I sighed. Sam. Of course, he did. The man was loyal, but he was also annoying as hell when it came to hovering o
Emily’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone, fingers tapping against my knee. The city lights spilled through the window, reflecting off the screen. The message I was about to send felt like a betrayal…to myself, to everything I’d fought for. But it was also a move, a necessary one.I exhaled sharply, then typed:‘Dad, I’m back with Cole. We’re fixing things.’A beat passed. Then another.My phone vibrated.‘Good. I knew you’d come to your senses.’I scoffed, rolling my eyes. My father had never hidden his opinions…he believed in power, in keeping our companies aligned, in making sure the Greyson and Hart names remained untouchable. Love? That was never part of the deal.‘Whatever. Just stay out of my life.’ I sent back.For the first time in years, he didn’t argue.Cole was standing near the window, hands in his pockets, watching me. “What did he say?”“That he knew I’d come to my senses.” I tossed the phone on the nightstand, my jaw tight. “He’s backing off now.”C
Cole’s POV.I adjusted my cufflinks as I stepped out of the car, the black vehicle reflecting the towering glass structure of the Hart Enterprise building. Today was another meeting, another performance. Emily and I had perfected the act by now. The loving glances, the effortless laughter, the way my hand fit around hers like it belonged there. All for show. All because in eleven months, we’d be free.The lobby was filled with executives and assistants rushing around, murmuring about numbers and deals. I walked in, ignoring the way heads turned in my direction. Power demanded attention, and I had no problem owning it.James, my assistant, fell into step beside me. “Everything’s set. The board is waiting upstairs.”“Emily?” I asked, my voice level.“Already there.”Of course, she was. Punctual, controlled, ahead of the game. That was Emily Hart.I stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut as it carried me up to the top floor. My fingers twitched at my side, a habit I hadn’t bee
Cole's POV.Vanessa and I stepped out of the restaurant, her voice trailing as she talked about something I wasn’t even paying attention to. My mind was still stuck on the conversation we had inside, the way she had looked at me like she knew something I didn’t.Then, I saw her.Emily.She was a few feet away near the valet pickup, dressed in a fitted black jumpsuit that hugged her frame perfectly. A pair of strappy heels added to her height, and her long hair fell over her shoulders effortlessly. She looked… different. Not like the Emily I was used to. There was no sharpness in her expression, no guarded stance.She was happy.And it wasn’t because of me.She let out a laugh…a real one, as she jumped into the arms of a man I didn’t recognize. He caught her easily, arms wrapping around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground.Something hit me hard in my chest.Vanessa was still talking beside me, her voice laced with amusement. “Are you even listening to me, Cole?”I wasn’t.Be
Cole's POV.I stood outside, hands braced against the edge of the car, breathing hard. The night air did nothing to cool my temper.Lucas. That smug bastard. He was enjoying this.I ran a hand over my face, willing myself to let it go. It wasn’t working.Footsteps approached. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was."Man, you really let things get to you, huh?" Lucas strolled up beside me, slipping his hands into his pockets like we were old friends.I exhaled sharply. "Go away.""Why?" He smirked. "Emily’s in there, not going anywhere. Not yet, anyway."I clenched my jaw.Lucas leaned against the car, shaking his head. "You don’t like me, do you?""You’re annoying as hell," I muttered.He laughed. "Fair. But you know what’s funny? If Emily wasn’t my cousin, I probably would’ve married her."My head snapped toward him."Think about it," he continued. "She’s smart. Beautiful. Strong. A hell of a lot better than most women. Including the one you came here with."My fists tightened.Luc
Cole’s POVThe water was still now. Calm, undisturbed.A few hours ago, Emily had been swimming in that pool, her hair slicked back, droplets sliding down her skin. I was absent when she went out to swim but I knew exactly what she looked like. Now, the pool was empty. Just like the house. Just like me.I leaned against the balcony railing, gripping it tight. The clock on my phone read 11:07 PM. Four hours since she left. Four hours since her father had forced her to go.And I had done nothing.I exhaled sharply, running a hand down my face. The weight in my chest had been growing, pressing harder with every passing minute. Just standing here, waiting, doing nothing…it was killing me.Then…SCREECH!The violent sound of tires skidding against the ground snapped my head toward the gates. My entire body locked up.A car.A black Camry, speeding toward the estate like it had been chased by the devil himself.The guards rushed to block it, guns drawn…Then, suddenly, the passenger-side wi
Emily’s POVThe drive felt like a funeral procession, only I was the corpse being dragged to my own execution. The two female bodyguards sat on either side of me, their presence suffocating. I didn’t fight them anymore…not because I had given up, but because I refused to give my father the satisfaction of watching me struggle.But my hate? That was alive. Burning.I stared out the tinted window as the city blurred past, my nails digging into my palms. My father’s men drove in silence, the car’s engine the only sound in the stifling air. I could still feel the rough grip of those women on my arms, the way they had dragged me through the house, down the grand staircase, and into the car like I was a damn piece of luggage.My father had finally resorted to brute force.Typical.The car pulled up in front of an expensive restaurant…one of those exclusive places where rich men made dirty deals over overpriced steak and wine. The entire building screamed wealth, from the polished black exte
Emily’s POVI sat on the edge of my old bed, my arms wrapped around myself, my nails digging into my skin. My body was still wet from the pool, my swimsuit clinging to me like a second skin, but I didn’t care. The cold air in the room did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me.Everything about this place made my skin crawl.The walls were the same dull beige, the curtains the same expensive silk my father insisted on. The chandelier overhead glowed too bright, the same way it had when I was a teenager locked in this house, suffocating under his rules.Four months.That was how long it had been since I left this place. Since I married Cole and walked out of here.And now I was back.Dragged here like a puppet in my father’s twisted game.I clenched my teeth, my jaw tight, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. The fury inside me was a living thing, coiled and waiting to explode.I should have fought harder.I should have screamed louder, clawed at him,
Cole’s POVI couldn’t breathe.She was gone.I stood there, fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palms, staring at the empty driveway where the car had disappeared. My mind couldn’t process what had just happened. It felt like someone had reached inside my chest and ripped my heart out while I was still alive.Emily had walked away.Not because she wanted to. Not because she stopped loving me. But because she was trying to protect me.That thought made it worse.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. My men were still there, waiting for my command. The tension in the air was thick, like it hadn’t settled even after Richard Hart had taken her. My own bodyguards had their hands on their guns, still on high alert.I should have stopped her. I should have grabbed her, thrown her over my shoulder, and locked every door in this damn house. But I knew Emily. She wasn’t someone I could cage, no matter how much I wanted to.I let out a sharp breath and
Emily’s POV“If Cole tries to stop me, there will be bullets in the air.”My father’s words still rang in my ears, making completely unsettled.And then, it happened.A gunshot.Loud. Sharp.My heart nearly leaped out of my chest as the sound tore through the tense silence, echoing across the courtyard. One of my father’s men had fired into the air, his grip steady, his face blank.For a second, everything froze.Then, chaos erupted.Cole’s bodyguards moved instantly, pulling their weapons with the precision of trained professionals. The men my father had brought with him did the same, their guns raised, their fingers twitching near the triggers.The air became charged, electric with the promise of violence. My breath hitched as I stared at the two groups facing each other, weapons drawn, ready to fire at the slightest provocation.One wrong move, and people would die."STOP!" I screamed, my voice cracking with panic.No one moved.My father stood tall, his expression blank, unmoved b
Emily’s POVThe cool water wrapped around me like silk as I drifted on my back, staring up at the evening sky. The pool lights had blue shimmer, reflecting against the marble tiles of the mansion’s courtyard. It was quiet…peaceful even. For the first time in days, my mind wasn’t racing. No thoughts about Mateo Vasquez, my father’s ridiculous attempts at controlling my life, or Vanessa’s insanity. Just silence and the soft ripple of water.Then, I heard it.A commotion. Raised voices.I blinked, lowering my body into the water. My fingers clenched into a fist as I turned my head toward the mansion’s entrance. Something was happening.I swam to the edge of the pool, pulling myself up. My wet hair clung to my back as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. The voices grew louder, and I caught sight of multiple black SUVs parked in the driveway. The headlights were still on, casting long shadows over the garden.Men in suits. Guns strapped to their sides.My father’s men.And the
Cole’s POVMateo was about to learn that power meant nothing when you had no control.I sat in the backseat of my car, parked a block away from his hotel, scrolling through the latest report on Vanessa. She was still on the run, slipping through every crack like a damn ghost.This morning, I’d gotten an update…Vanessa had killed a police officer. Slit his throat right there on the road, like it meant nothing. But what caught my attention more? She wasn’t alone.A man was with her.Ronan.From what I’d gathered, he wasn’t some criminal mastermind or hired gun. Just a guy who had made the mistake of getting tangled up in Vanessa’s mess. Maybe he thought he was helping her. Maybe he had no idea who she really was.Didn’t matter. He was shielding her now, and that made him a problem.But Vanessa could wait. Tonight, I had something else to handle.Mateo.…7:00 PM.Mateo walked into the hotel like he owned the city.Four bodyguards surrounded him as he strode across the marble floors of t
Vanessa’s POVThe rain pelted against the windshield as we sped down the empty highway. The motel was miles behind us, swallowed by the darkness, but my pulse was still racing. Ronan’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. The only sound was the tires skidding slightly on the wet pavement and the low hum of the engine.I sat in the passenger seat, my hoodie pulled low over my face, my fingers drumming against my knee. The air inside the car was thick, tense. I could tell Ronan was pissed.He hadn’t said a word since we left.Fine. I didn’t care.I stared out the window, my mind still burning with the same rage. Emily. Cole. They were all that mattered now. I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life running like some helpless little girl. No. I was going to take back control.Then…Flashing lights.Blue and red, dancing in the rearview mirror.Ronan cursed under his breath.“Shit.”I turned my head sharply, my heartbeat picking up.A cop.His patrol car was righ
Vanessa’s POVThe motel was a dump.Peeling wallpaper curled at the edges, revealing dark stains underneath. The carpet was stained with things I didn’t want to think about. The whole place reeked of old cigarettes, mildew, and cheap beer, the kind of filth that clung to your skin no matter how hard you scrubbed. The bed creaked under me as I shifted, the springs groaning in protest.Ronan had made me disguise myself before we even got close to this hellhole. He had taken scissors to my hair, hacking off just enough to make me look different. I had nearly clawed his eyes out for that. Then he shoved an oversized hoodie at me, one that drowned my frame, and told me to wear it along with a pair of cheap sunglasses. The final insult was a baseball cap he tossed at me like I was some runaway teenager instead of Vanessa Kings.I used to wear couture. Silk, cashmere, the kind of fabrics people only dreamed of touching. Now I was drowning in polyester and denim that didn’t fit. My nails dug