Emma's POVI stood in the kitchen the morning after the attack, staring at the steaming mug of coffee in my hands. The house was quieter than usual, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of silence that followed chaos, filled with tension and the weight of unspoken words.Ethan and Kiera were in the study, hashing out plans to deal with the Syndicate. I wanted to help, but part of me felt out of place, like I didn’t belong in their world of strategy and violence.I took a sip of coffee, trying to focus on anything but the swirling thoughts in my mind, when a knock at the door pulled me from my trance."Emma," Kiera’s voice called out. "Someone’s here for you."I frowned, setting the mug down and walking toward the foyer. My footsteps slowed as I saw who it was.Standing in the doorway, dressed in a sleek black coat and holding a designer handbag, was a woman I hadn’t seen in years. Her sharp green eyes—so much like my own—studied me with a mix of curiosity and coldness."Caroline
Emma’s POVThe limousine glided through the city streets, the soft hum of the engine the only sound breaking the soft silence between Ethan and me. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the blurred lights of New York City. My thoughts were a jumble of frustration, confusion, and fear. “Why are we going to the Ethan estate?” I asked, breaking the heavy silence.Ethan didn’t look at me. His sharp jaw tightened as he adjusted his cufflinks. “Because it’s time you understood the full extent of our arrangement.”My stomach churned. His cryptic answer only deepened my unease. But pressing him further would yield no results. Ethan revealed information on his terms, and I hated that about him.When the car finally pulled into the sprawling estate, I felt a lump in my throat. The Ethan mansion was as imposing as its owner—grand, cold, and intimidating. Two security guards opened the massive doors, revealing the expansive marble-floored foyer.As we stepped inside, a tall, slender woman
Emma’s POVNathan’s smile faded as he stepped closer, his piercing gaze locked onto mine. “Why are you so quiet? than I expected,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with mockery. “Tell me, Emma, how much do you actually know about the man you married?” “I know enough,” I replied, refusing to let him intimidate me. Nathan chuckled, a low sound that made me uneasy. “Do you? Or has my dear brother kept you in the dark like he does everyone else?” “Stop,” Ethan barked, his voice sharp. “This isn’t your business, Nathan.” Nathan turned to him, unfazed. “Isn’t it? You’ve dragged the Ethan name through enough scandals already. Now you’ve married a woman who’s caught Damian’s attention. Do you even understand the mess you’ve created?” “This has nothing to do with the family,” Ethan said through clenched teeth. “Leave her out of it.” Nathan ignored him, his focus returning to me. “Emma, has he told you why Damian hates him so much?” I hesitated, glancing at Ethan, who was now
Emma’s POVThe mention of Delilah’s name had set off a storm neither of them seemed prepared for. I sat quietly, trying to make sense of the bombshell Nathan had just dropped. “Delilah?” Ethan finally said, his voice low but sharp. “You’re sure about this?” Nathan scoffed, crossing his arms. “Of course I’m sure. Do you think I’d come here without solid evidence?” “What evidence?” Ethan demanded, stepping closer to his brother. Nathan reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder, slamming it onto the table. “This. Emails, bank transfers, conversations she had with Damian. She’s been feeding him information for months.” Ethan grabbed the folder and flipped through its contents, his expression growing darker with each page. I watched as his jaw tightened, his knuckles white as he gripped the papers. “This doesn’t make sense,” Ethan muttered. “Why would she do this? What’s in it for her?” “Revenge,” Nathan said simply. Ethan looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Revenge fo
Emma's POV“Ethan doesn’t deserve your loyalty, but I do.”* I hadn’t told Ethan about the call yet. I wasn’t sure if I should. Damian’s offer was vague but chilling, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. The door creaked open behind me. I turned to see Ethan enter, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been quiet all evening,” he said, closing the door behind him. I hesitated. “I’ve been thinking.” “About?” I walked to the desk, running my fingers along its edge. “About everything. Damian, Delilah… us.” Ethan’s gaze hardened. “What about Damian?” I swallowed, unsure how to approach this. “He called me.” Ethan froze, his jaw tightening. “When?” “Earlier tonight,” I admitted. “He said he wanted to make me an offer.” “What kind of offer?” Ethan asked, his voice sharp. “He didn’t say,” I replied. “He just said you don’t deserve my loyalty, but he does.” Ethan slammed his hand on the desk, making me jump. “That bastard.” “I didn’t know if
Emma’s POVEthan estate was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that only seemed to precede chaos. Ethan’s mood had grown colder, more complicated, as the days passed. The leaked documents, the growing pressure from the media, and Damian’s relentless attacks had worn him down. I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way he paced endlessly in his study, and the sharpness in his words. “Do you think Damian is done?” I asked Ethan as we sat in the study. He barely looked up from the papers spread across his desk. “Damian’s never done. As long as he thinks there’s a chance to win, he’ll keep coming.” “Then why don’t we end this?” I asked, leaning forward. “Go directly to him and confront him.” Ethan glanced at me, his eyes narrowing. “Because Damian doesn’t play fair. Confronting him on his turf would only make things worse.” “So, what’s the plan?” Ethan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I’m working on it.” “Working on it?” I repeated, frus
Emma’s POV Ethan was in the waiting room, speaking with the doctor about my condition, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit still. The memories of the accident replayed in my mind—Damian’s smirk, the screeching tires, and Ethan’s hand pulling me to safety. I shouldn’t have survived that crash. Yet here I was, bruised but alive, standing on the edge of a battle I never wanted to be part of. Cassie appeared at the end of the hallway, her face a mixture of relief and worry. She hurried toward me, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “Emma!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “I came as soon as I heard. Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I replied, though the ache in my ribs told a different story. Cassie stepped back, studying me closely. “Damian’s gone too far this time. Ethan won’t let this slide.” “He shouldn’t,” I said, my voice firm. “But I need to be part of this. I’m tired of being the pawn everyone’s fighting over.” Cassie frowned. “You can’t seriously be think
Emma’s POVThe quietness in Damian’s arrest felt foreign, almost like a calm that wasn’t meant to last. Back at the estate, Ethan was restless, pacing the length of his study while Nathan sat in a leather chair, nursing a glass of scotch. “You need to stop this,” I said, watching Ethan make his eighth trip across the room. “Stop what?” he asked, his tone clipped. “Pacing like the world is still ending,” I replied. “Damian is gone. You’ve won.” Ethan stopped, turning to face me. “This isn’t over, Emma.” Nathan raised an eyebrow, swirling his drink. “He’s right, you know. Damian might be behind bars, but his influence didn’t get locked away with him.” “What are you saying?” I asked, my frustration rising. Nathan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Damian’s allies, the people who funded his schemes, they’re still out there. Taking him down was just the first step. Now we have to deal with the fallout.” Ethan nodded, his expression grim. “And make sure they d
Emma’s POVThe next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee drifting through the cabin. It was a small comfort after the emotional weight of Ethan’s confession the night before. My thoughts swirled as I dressed, each one more troubling than the last. The man I had come to depend on, despite our differences, had killed someone. And now, because of that act, Damian had marked me as a target in his vendetta against Ethan. When I entered the kitchen, Ethan was already seated at the table, his laptop open and a mug of coffee in his hand. He looked up as I walked in, his eyes betraying a wariness that mirrored my own. “Good morning,” he said, his tone cautious. I nodded, pouring myself a cup of coffee before sitting across from him. “What’s the plan?” Ethan closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair. “The plan is to keep you safe.” I frowned. “That’s not a plan. That’s a vague promise.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Emma, I know you’re frustrated—” “Frustrated
Emma’s POVThe man’s calm demeanor unsettled me more than his words. His warning echoed in my mind: *“Ethan isn’t who you think he is.”* “What are you talking about?” I demanded, keeping the flashlight pointed at him. The faint beam flickered across his face, highlighting sharp features and calculating eyes. He didn’t flinch. “You think Ethan is your protector, but he’s only protecting his own interests.” I tightened my grip on the flashlight, my unease growing. “Who sent you?” “Does it matter?” he countered, his tone even. “I’m here because you need to know the truth.” “And what truth is that?” I pressed. The man hesitated, glancing over his shoulder as if to ensure we were alone. Then he turned back to me, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Ethan has been lying to you about Damian. This isn’t just about business or revenge. There’s something else at play—something much darker.” Before I could respond, the crunch of snow behind me made me spin around. Ethan stood th
Emma’s POVThe snow outside the cabin had thickened overnight, turning the world into a white abyss. I sat by the window, staring out at the blanket of frost that stretched for miles. My thoughts swirled, an endless loop of questions and doubts. Damian’s threat hung over us like a storm cloud, and the tension between Ethan and me seemed ready to snap at any moment. I needed clarity, but with Ethan’s constant secrecy and Serene’s cryptic warnings, it felt like I was trapped in a puzzle with no solution. The sound of a car engine broke through the silence. I turned to see headlights cutting through the falling snow, approaching the cabin. My stomach churned. “Ethan!” I called, my voice sharp. He emerged from the study, his expression immediately alert. “What is it?” “There’s someone here,” I said, pointing to the window. Ethan moved to my side, his eyes narrowing as the car came to a stop. “Stay here,” he said firmly, already heading for the door. I followed him despite hi
Emma’s POVThe cabin was eerily silent when I woke up, the morning light filtering through the curtains. I stretched and glanced at the empty side of the bed where Ethan had slept. He had been distant and cold since the confrontation with Damian last night, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing—something bigger than both of us.I pulled on a warm sweater and padded to the kitchen. The smell of coffee hit me, but Ethan was nowhere to be found. On the counter was a note in his sharp handwriting: *“Gone to handle something. Stay in the cabin.”*I crumpled the note in my fist. Who did he think he was, giving me orders like I was some wayward child? I wasn’t a prisoner, and I certainly wasn’t going to sit around waiting for him to decide what I needed to know.I poured myself a cup of coffee, the bitter liquid doing little to ease my irritation. My thoughts spiraled back to the events of last night. Damian’s sudden appearance, Ethan’s cryptic behavior, and the growing
Emma’s POVThe suffocating silence of the penthouse pressed on me like a heavy weight. Ethan’s abrupt departure from last night’s confrontation at the dinner Party had left me in a whirlpool of confusion and anger. His words echoed in my mind: *“You don’t get to walk away from this, Emma.”*But I wasn’t the same naive girl he had manipulated months ago. The baby growing inside me served as a constant reminder of why I couldn’t allow myself to falter.Cassie’s warning replayed in my thoughts like a broken record: *“You need to decide if you’re fighting for yourself or this toxic relationship, Emma.”* It wasn’t just a question of survival anymore; it was about reclaiming my autonomy.Ethan’s footsteps announced his arrival. He entered the living room, his expression a mask of cold determination.“Pack your bags,” he said without preamble.I blinked. “Excuse me?”“We’re leaving for Aspen tonight,” he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “It’s time to get away from the chaos he
Emma's POV The top floor of the high-rise felt like an arena, and Damian stood in the center, commanding the room with his smug presence. Ethan’s jaw tightened, his every movement deliberate and calculating. Chloe and I stood a few steps behind him, while Martin flanked the group, his sharp eyes scanning for threats. “Let me guess,” Damian began, his tone mocking. “You’re here to make some grand speech about justice, truth, and taking back control.” Ethan didn’t take the bait. “You’ve had plenty of chances to back down, Damian. This is your last one.” “Back down?” Damian scoffed, gesturing dramatically to the panoramic view of the city behind him. “Why would I back down when I’m on the verge of winning? Look around, Ethan. This city, this game—it’s mine now.” “It’s over,” Ethan said firmly. “We’ve got evidence tying you to everything—the bribes, the extortion, the sabotage. Walk away now, and maybe you’ll have a sliver of dignity left.” Damian’s smirk faltered, but only for
Emma's POV Ethan slammed the door to the study, the sound reverberating through the large estate. I stood by the window, arms crossed, waiting for him to speak. His frustration was palpable, but I wasn’t about to back down. “What were you thinking, Emma?” he snapped, his voice low but intense. I turned to face him, meeting his glare with equal fire. “I was thinking that sitting around and waiting wasn’t going to solve anything. I’m tired of being a bystander in my own life.” “You put yourself in danger!” Ethan shot back, pacing the room. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if Chloe hadn’t shown up when she did?” “I know exactly what could’ve happened,” I replied, my voice steady. “But if I hadn’t gone, we wouldn’t know half of what Damian is planning.” Ethan stopped pacing, his jaw tight as he stared at me. “You’re too reckless.” “And you’re too controlling,” I countered, taking a step toward him. “This isn’t just your fight, Ethan. It’s mine too. Whether you lik
Emma's POV Damian stood across from me, his gaze sharp and calculating, as if he could read every thought running through my mind. His men flanked him, their expressions impassive, but I could feel the weight of their presence. This wasn’t just a confrontation anymore. It was a battle—a battle for control, for power, for my future.“You’ve been quiet, Emma,” Damian said, his voice smooth, almost too calm. “What’s on your mind?”I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to let him see the unease creeping under my skin. “I’m thinking about how this ends, Damian. And it’s not going to end the way you want it to.”He chuckled, the sound echoing off the cold concrete walls. “You’ve always been a fighter. But it’s cute how you think you have any control here. I hold all the cards, Emma. And you know it.”I met his gaze without flinching. “You might have the cards, but I’m not the one playing this game anymore. Ethan is.”Damian’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, but it was enough
Emma's POV Damian watched me with the kind of twisted satisfaction that made my stomach churn. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and his hands rested casually in his pockets as if this was all just a game to him. “You’ve got Ethan’s stubbornness,” he said, his tone amused. “But I wonder—does it run deep enough to save you?” “I don’t need saving,” I replied sharply, narrowing my eyes at him. Damian chuckled, the sound echoing in the hollow space. “Oh, Emma. You’re standing in a trap, and you don’t even know it.” “What do you want from me, Damian?” I asked, my voice as firm as I could manage. He stepped closer, the smile fading from his lips. “I told you. I want to send Ethan a message. And you’re going to deliver it for me.” “I’m not your pawn,” I snapped, my fists clenched at my sides. “Everyone is a pawn in someone else’s game,” he said simply. “The question is whether you’re smart enough to realize it.” ---Before I could respond, one of Damian’s men reached out, gri