Emily’s POVThe silence at the table stretched. Dylan was still gripping his glass, jaw tight, his face frozen in an expression that screamed wounded pride. His wife, clearly uncomfortable, sat stiffly beside him, eyes darting between us.I took another sip of my wine, unbothered. If he wanted to dish it out, he should’ve been prepared to take it.One of the guys…Trevor, I think…laughed under his breath. "Damn, Dylan, you gonna let her talk to you like that?"Dylan didn’t respond. His fingers flexed around his glass like he wanted to crush it.I tilted my head, watching him. "What’s wrong?" I asked, voice smooth. "Not as fun when you're the one on the receiving end?"The others chuckled, some exchanging looks, some shifting uncomfortably. No one stepped in. No one defended him. Not even his wife.Cole sat beside me, silent but sharp, like a knife ready to be unsheathed. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said anything, but his presence alone made Dylan uneasy."Careful," Dylan finally said, voic
Cole’s POVDaniel drove in silence. The only sound was the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal as we moved through the city streets. I sat back, one hand resting against my thigh, the other still curled into a fist, my knuckles throbbing from the fight. The scent of wine and expensive perfume clung to the air around us, mixing with the faintest trace of blood on my skin.Emily sat beside me, legs crossed, one arm spread lazily over the seat. She hadn’t said a word since we left, hadn’t turned to look at me, hadn’t even acknowledged what had just happened back there. It was like she had already moved on, like the whole damn thing had been nothing more than a mildly entertaining event to her.And that was what got to me.Most women would’ve been screaming, yanking at my arm, begging me to stop. Hell, some would’ve stormed off, called me reckless, called me insane. But Emily? She had sat there, sipping her wine, watching me beat the hell out of Dylan like she was enjoying
Vanessa’s POVI had never felt this kind of rage before.Riding my bicycle down the street like some normal person when I was in fact one of the top fashion icons in the city.I was keeping a careful distance from their car, I had seen everything. Every. Single. Thing.And I had never wanted to rip someone apart as much as I wanted to tear Emily out of Cole’s life.She sat there in that restaurant, drinking wine while Cole beat Dylan to a pulp, as if the entire thing was entertainment for her. And Cole…this powerful, untouchable man…had done it. For her. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just pure, blind rage.The way he looked at her afterward. Like she was the center of his world. Like nothing else mattered. He never looked at me like that, during the time we dated and when I was his fiancée.I pedaled harder, breath coming fast, my legs burning from the effort of keeping up with their car. The tinted windows didn’t stop me from seeing them.And then it happened.Emily reached out.
Emily’s POVThe conference room was packed with Hart Enterprise and Greyson Corps executives, all seated around the long table, eyes fixed on the massive screen at the front. Discussions bounced off the walls, voices rising and falling as strategies were laid out, numbers dissected, and counterarguments made.It was the kind of meeting that separated leaders from followers.I sat at the center of Hart Enterprise’s side, my hands resting on the documents in front of me, posture straight, gaze sharp. Across from me, on Greyson’s side, sat Cole Greyson…the man who had become an unshakable force in my life, both personally and professionally.Even in a room full of powerful men, he stood out.But something felt off.For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t looking at me.The screen flashed with financial reports, logistical challenges, and market projections. A man from the supply chain department stood, adjusting his tie before speaking.“The delays in shipments have pushed back the
Emily’s POVIt was late.The office was nearly empty, the once-busy hallways now silent, save for the occasional footsteps of a lingering employee or the hum of the city outside. The golden glow of the skyscrapers had long stretches of light against the windows of my office, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of it.I was going through the final reports from today’s meeting, checking figures, running calculations in my head. Anything to keep myself occupied. Anything to keep my mind from wandering back to him.Cole.I could still hear his voice from the meeting, deep and smooth, but something had been missing. The way he usually looked at me, like I was the only person in the room…that was gone. He had avoided my eyes, shut me out.And I hated it.I wasn’t sure why.The soft click of my office door opening pulled me out of my thoughts.I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.Cole stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His movements were slow, deliberate. The tension betwe
Emily’s POVI sat there, staring at him, trying so damn hard to keep my face blank. To stop my throat from tightening, to stop the sting behind my eyes.I wouldn’t let him see it.I wouldn’t let him win.Because God help me, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe every word he said…that he loved me, that he saw me, that this wasn’t just about sex. And for a second, just a second, I almost let myself feel it.But I knew better.I knew what happened when you let someone in. When you let yourself believe in love, in forever, in happy endings.You got destroyed.You got left broken.I had been there before, and I swore I would never go back.I forced a breath out and pushed back in my chair, standing up. “That’s enough, Cole.” My voice was calm. Cold. Like none of this mattered. Like I wasn’t shaking inside. “It can never work out between us.”His face changed.That flicker of hope in his eyes vanished, replaced by something raw, something wounded.“Why?” he asked, his voice quiet b
Cole’s POVI stood there, staring at the door she had just walked out of, my chest rising and falling like I’d just been punched.No, not like…I had been punched.Right in the fucking heart.The office felt empty now. Cold. I ran a hand down my face, my breath coming out harsh. I still couldn’t believe what had just happened."I hate you."Her words played over and over again in my head, slicing through me like a goddamn knife."I can never love you."I cursed under my breath, slamming my fist against the desk. A sharp pain shot up my knuckles, but I didn’t give a shit. The physical pain was nothing compared to what was tearing me up inside.This was too much.I couldn’t fucking think straight.I turned on my heel and stormed out of the office, shoving the glass door open so hard it rattled. Eyes turned to me, wide with shock, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood for their pitying looks or whatever gossip they were already cooking up in their heads.Daniel, my P.A., rushed up to me
Emily's POV. The city was dead quiet by the time I pulled into the driveway. The mansion was ahead, cold and perfect, like nothing had changed. But everything had. My fingers ached from gripping the steering wheel too hard. My head pounded. My throat was raw from screaming inside the car for hours. I had driven with no destination, letting the empty streets swallow me whole. The city had blurred past in streaks of headlights and neon signs, but I barely registered any of it. All I knew was the crushing weight in my chest. The fire in my lungs. The echoes of my own voice screaming words I couldn’t take back. The radio had played song after song, and I had blasted the volume, hoping, praying, that the music would drown out the storm inside me. It hadn’t. The ache still sat in my ribs like a knife, wedged so deep I could barely breathe. I exhaled sharply and grabbed a pack of face wipes from the passenger seat. My hands were unsteady as I pulled one out and dragged it across my face.
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