Emma’s POVThe sound of typing filled the room as Grace worked on her laptop, her expression sharp and focused. Roland sat beside her, his arms crossed, his face clouded with worry. I stood by the window, staring out at the dark street below. The events of the past day played over and over in my mind like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from. “How’s it going?” Roland finally asked, breaking the silence. Grace didn’t look up. “It’s going. Victor is smart, but no one is untraceable. I’ll find something.” “How do you know so much about people like him?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Grace smirked, her fingers never stopping. “Let’s just say I’ve had my share of run-ins with men like Victor. They all think they’re untouchable until someone proves them wrong.” Roland shot her a look. “You’re not planning to do anything reckless, are you?” She shrugged. “Define reckless.” “Grace,” Roland said, his tone firm. “Relax,” she said, finally pausing to look at him. “I
Emma POVEmma sat in the corner of the café, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the handle of her coffee cup. The soft buzz of conversations surrounded her, but her focus was elsewhere. She had told Ethan she would meet him here, but now that the moment had come, she felt unsure.The last few weeks had been chaotic. Ethan's sudden interest in her life, his pushy demeanor, and the looming knowledge of the baby had left her in constant turmoil. She had avoided his calls, ignored his texts, but Ethan wasn’t the type of man to take no for an answer.Her thoughts were interrupted when the café door swung open, and Ethan entered, his presence as commanding as ever. Dressed in a tailored suit that seemed to amplify his authority, he scanned the room until his piercing gaze locked onto her.Emma took a deep breath as Ethan approached her table."You're here," he said, pulling out a chair without waiting for her invitation."You didn’t really leave me much of a choice, did you?" Emma replied
Emma POV Emma closed the door behind her and leaned against it, the tension of the encounter with Charlotte still heavy in the air. Ethan stood by the window, staring outside, his jaw clenched tight.“Who is she, Ethan?” Emma asked, her voice calm but firm.Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He seemed to be weighing his words, a habit that Emma had grown to recognize in the weeks they had spent around each other.“Charlotte,” he finally said, turning to face her. “She’s... someone from my past.”Emma crossed her arms. “I gathered that much. Care to elaborate?”Ethan ran a hand through his hair. “It’s complicated.”“It always is with you,” Emma replied, her frustration slipping into her tone. “But if you want me to trust you, you’re going to have to do better than that.”Ethan sighed and leaned against the wall. “She’s an ex. We were together for a while, and things didn’t end well.”“Define ‘didn’t end well.’”“She wanted more than I could give her,” Ethan admitted. “Marriage, family,
Emma PovEmma paced her apartment the following morning, Charlotte’s unexpected appearance and sharp words had left her shaken, but her determination was stronger than ever.Ethan’s reassurance had been clear, but Charlotte’s venomous persistence hinted that she wouldn’t go away easily. Emma knew she couldn’t sit idly by and wait for another ambush. If Charlotte was determined to cause chaos, Emma would be prepared for her.As she mulled over her next steps, her phone buzzed on the counter.Ethan: Can we talk? I’m coming over.Emma sighed, typing back quickly.Emma: I’m busy.Ethan: I won’t take long. Be there in 10 minutes.She groaned, putting her phone down as a knock sounded at the door. Ethan was early.She opened the door, her irritation visible. “I thought you said ten minutes?”Ethan stepped inside, ignoring her remark. He looked calm, but Emma could sense the tension beneath the surface.“I don’t have time for this,” Emma said, crossing her arms.“You’ll want to make time,”
Emma POV Emma deleted Charlotte’s text and tossed her phone onto the couch. She had expected some backlash, but Charlotte’s persistence was becoming exhausting.“Far from over?” Emma muttered to herself. “We’ll see about that.”The knock on the door startled her. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and her first thought was Ethan. But when she opened the door, she was met with someone entirely unexpected.“Emma Carter?” the man asked. He was tall, with sharp features and a leather briefcase slung over one shoulder.“Yes?” she replied cautiously.“I’m Michael Graves. I represent Charlotte Williams,” he said, handing her a business card.Emma frowned. “What does Charlotte need a lawyer for?”Michael’s expression didn’t waver. “Ms. Williams has asked me to deliver a legal notice. She’s filing a defamation lawsuit against you.”Emma blinked, momentarily stunned. “Defamation? Are you serious?”“I’m afraid so,” Michael said, his tone professional but unyielding.Emma took the envelope he handed h
Emma POV Emma couldn’t sleep that night. Charlotte’s text lingered in her mind, each word feeling like a needle pricking at her resolve. She stared at her phone, contemplating whether to respond or block the number entirely. “I warned you. Keep digging, and you won’t like what you find.” The audacity of it made Emma want to throw her phone across the room. But she resisted. Instead, she decided it was time to stop playing Charlotte’s game. ---The next morning, Emma called Grace Monroe. “Grace, I need to meet with you,” she said without preamble. “Of course,” Grace replied. “What’s going on?” “I think there’s more to Charlotte’s plans than we initially thought. She’s threatening me, and I don’t know what she’s holding over Ethan’s head, but I need answers,” Emma said, her voice firm. “Come by my office,” Grace said. “Let’s strategize.” ---By the time Emma arrived at Grace’s sleek downtown office, she was greeted by an unfamiliar figure sitting in the waiting area.
Emma POV Emma stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the city lights, though her mind was far from the serene view outside. Her heart—steady, controlled—felt the weight of the storm Ethan had ignited the moment he stepped back into her life.Behind her, Ethan leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes locked on her like a predator watching its prey. His voice broke the silence, low and deliberate. “You’ve been avoiding me.”Emma turned, her face calm but her eyes sharp. “And yet, here you are. As relentless as ever.”He smirked, stepping into the room with the calculated ease of a man who never heard the word no. “You make it sound like persistence is a flaw.”“It is when the person you’re chasing doesn’t want to be found.” Emma folded her arms, her voice steady despite the churn of emotions within her. “What do you want, Ethan?”Ethan’s smirk faded, replaced by a seriousness that made her stomach tighten. “I want the truth. About what happened between you and Damian.”Emma blin
Cassie’s POVMy hand hovering just above the doorknob. Something was off, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Emma had always been the strong one between us, but lately, her strength seemed more like a mask. And Ethan? He was the kind of man who could turn a quiet day into chaos with nothing but his presence. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, the faint smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen. “Emma?” I called, setting my bag down by the couch. No answer. I walked through the house, my nerves twisting. Emma wasn’t the type to just disappear without saying something, especially not with all the tension that had been hanging in the air lately. When I reached the living room, my stomach tightened. Her phone was on the table, next to a half-empty cup of tea. The tea was cold. Whatever had pulled her away, it hadn’t been planned. I grabbed her phone, scrolling through the recent calls. The last name that appeared made my skin crawl—Damian. A chill ran down m
Emma’s POVThe silence between us stretched long and tense. Lucas stood in the middle of the road, his expression unreadable. His dark clothes blended with the night, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—never wavered from mine. I hadn’t seen him in years. And now, here he was, standing in our way like a ghost from the past. Chloe kept her grip on the wheel, her fingers twitching. “Who is he?” I swallowed. “My brother.” Ethan’s grip on the gun tightened. “You never mentioned a brother.” Because I never thought I’d see him again. Lucas tilted his head. “Are you going to introduce me properly, Emma?” I opened my mouth, but no words came. Chloe exhaled sharply. “We don’t have time for reunions. Move.” Lucas didn’t flinch. “I can’t let you pass.” Ethan lifted his gun. “Then you’re a problem.” Lucas remained still, his gaze locked onto mine. “Emma, tell them to lower their weapons.” I hesitated. Lucas had been gone for so long. Why was he here now? And more import
Emma’s POVThe cold night air hit me like a slap as we burst out of Damian’s estate. Shadows stretched across the vast grounds, and the moon barely offered enough light to guide our way. Our breaths came in sharp gasps, but stopping wasn’t an option. “We need a car,” Ethan said, his voice raw from exhaustion. Chloe scanned the area. “There.” She pointed toward a sleek black SUV parked near the garage. Footsteps thundered behind us. More guards. Emma grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Run.” We sprinted. Chloe reached the SUV first, yanking the driver’s side door open. She slid in, fingers flying over the dashboard in a desperate attempt to hotwire it. “Come on, come on,” she muttered. The guards were closing in. “Chloe!” I urged. A spark. The engine roared to life. “Get in!” she shouted. Ethan and I barely had time to throw ourselves into the car before she slammed her foot on the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement as we sped toward the gates. Gunfire erupted behi
Emma’s POVDamian’s smirk lingered as if he had already won. He expected me to obey without question, to betray Chloe without hesitation. He didn’t know me at all. “I need you to prove your loyalty,” Damian continued, pacing leisurely in front of me. “Bring me Chloe.” I forced myself to hold his gaze. “Why her?” “She has something I want.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “And if I refuse?” Damian’s eyes darkened, amusement vanishing. “Then Ethan suffers.” He gestured toward Ethan, still shackled, his lip split from the last hit. “You see, Emma, I’m a reasonable man. Do as I ask, and he lives.” Ethan groaned, shifting against his restraints. “Don’t listen to him. You know this is a trap.” I did. Damian was testing me. But I couldn’t let Ethan pay the price for my defiance. I needed a way out—fast. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steady. “But I need time.” Damian arched a brow. “Time?” “She won’t come willingly. I have to convince her.” He studied me for a moment
Emma’s POVThe forest was eerily silent, save for the heavy breathing of those around me. Marcus, Damian’s enforcer, stood tense and poised for violence, while Alexander’s unexpected arrival threw everything into uncertainty. Chloe shifted beside me, her hands subtly moving toward the small blade she carried at her waist. I could feel Ethan’s protective stance near me, his body coiled like a spring, ready to react. Alexander’s cold gaze flicked between Marcus and us. “Damian doesn’t want them dead,” he said sharply. “Not yet.” Marcus let out a low chuckle, his amusement sending chills through me. “That’s funny, because he didn’t give me any orders to keep them alive.” He rolled his shoulders, as if he was itching for a fight. “Besides, they’re already too much trouble. It’d be easier to end it now.” Ethan stepped forward slightly, positioning himself in front of me. “You should listen to Alexander, Marcus. If Damian wants us alive, you don’t want to be the one who disobeys.”
Emma’s POVThe crisp morning air stung my cheeks as I stood at the cabin’s doorstep, my thoughts drifting between Ethan’s warmth and the danger lurking beyond the trees. The snow was fresh, untouched, save for our own footprints from the night before. I couldn’t help but feel a shiver crawl down my spine despite the sunlight cutting through the forest canopy.Ethan stepped up behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “We’ll have to move soon,” he said, his voice steady.I nodded, forcing myself to focus. After everything Chloe revealed, it felt like the entire world was shifting under my feet. A powerful member of the council was helping Damian. The implications were terrifying. If the council itself was compromised, then nowhere was safe.Ethan pulled me close, his lips brushing against my temple. “We’ll figure it out.”Chloe joined us on the porch, her expression as tense as mine. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, crossing her arms. “We need more than just a plan to confron
Emma’s POVThe morning was calm, but my mind wasn’t. Bright sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting every corner of the room. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring out into the woods beyond the cabin. Snow glistened under the sun, making the entire landscape look peaceful. It was the kind of scene you’d expect in a painting, but peace was the last thing I felt. Behind me, Ethan stirred. The bed creaked as he shifted, his warm hand brushing my back. “Why are you up so early?” he asked, his voice low and husky from sleep. “I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted, my voice soft. He sat up, leaning against the headboard. “What’s on your mind?” “Damian,” I said honestly. “And whoever’s helping him.” Ethan sighed heavily. “We’ll handle it.” “How can you be so sure?” I turned to face him, needing answers. “He’s out there, plotting, and we don’t even know who else is involved. Chloe said someone in the council might be behind this. That’s big, Ethan.” “I know,” he said calmly,
Emma's POV My breath formed small clouds in the chilly air, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were tangled, racing between Damian’s threats and Ethan’s secrets. Everything felt like it was slipping out of control, and I didn’t know how to hold on. I hugged myself tightly, not sure if I was trying to warm my body or calm my nerves. The woods were silent, with only the soft rustling of leaves breaking the stillness. I took a shaky breath and turned toward the cabin door. Inside, Ethan was pacing near the fireplace. The light from the flames flickered across his tense face. He hadn’t spoken much since we got back, but I could feel the weight of everything unspoken hanging between us. "Ethan," I said quietly, breaking the heavy silence, "we need to talk." He stopped pacing and looked at me, his eyes sharp. "You're right." I walked toward the fire, letting its warmth chase away some of the cold. "Why didn’t you tell me everything from the beginning?" Ethan ran a hand through
**Ethan’s POV**Damian’s body was limp beneath me, but I didn’t trust that he was out for the count. I tightened my grip around his wrists, pinning him against the snow-covered ground. Every part of me was on high alert, anticipating the next move from the man who had been pulling the strings behind so much of this chaos. Emma was still out there, somewhere in the dark, and I couldn’t afford to lose track of her now. My thoughts were scattered, torn between ensuring Damian stayed down and finding Emma before she did something reckless.I looked over at Damian, still breathing but not moving. "Stay down," I growled, my voice low. But I knew that wouldn’t stop him for long. He had a way of worming out of situations, always a step ahead.“Let me go, Ethan,” Damian said, his voice a dark chuckle, strained but filled with menace. "You can't protect her forever."I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. "This is over," I said. "You won’t hurt her again."Damian laughed again, a bitt
**Emma’s POV**The room felt heavy with silence. I stood near the window, staring out at the dark trees. The cold wind blew outside, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were racing. Serene had shown up today, and I still couldn’t make sense of everything. There were so many questions. Why had she come? What did she want from Ethan? What was really going on?Ethan had gone out to deal with something. He’d left in a hurry, but his words stayed in my mind. *Let me protect you.* I didn’t know if I wanted his protection anymore. I didn’t even know if I could trust him fully. He had so many secrets. And those secrets were getting harder to ignore.I turned away from the window and walked to the fireplace. The logs crackled, giving off a soft glow that lit up the room. I thought back to the things Ethan had said about Damian, the man who seemed to be behind everything. Damian wasn’t just a threat; he was someone who had power, someone who could destroy everything I cared about.And then there