Emma’s POVThe drive back to Roland’s apartment was silent, but the tension was loud. Roland’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. I could feel his worry, though he hadn’t said a word. “Roland,” I said softly, breaking the silence. He glanced at me briefly, his jaw clenched. “You want to tell me what happened out there?” “I... It’s complicated,” I replied, looking down at my hands. “Try me,” he said firmly, his voice calm but insistent. I sighed, the weight of the night pressing down on me. “It’s Damian. He’s trying to get to Ethan, and I got caught in the middle.” Roland’s eyes narrowed as he turned onto his street. “Damian. Ethan’s rival?” “Yes,” I said, nodding. “And you didn’t think to tell me this earlier?” he asked, his voice rising slightly. “I didn’t want to drag you into this,” I said. “I thought I could handle it.” Roland parked the car and turned to face me. “Emma, you don’t have to handle everything alone. Especially not when i
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
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
Emma's POV Emma leaned against the edge of the balcony, the cold metal railing grounding her as she stared at the sprawling city below. Ethan’s estate was perched high above the chaos of the world, a quiet haven that offered a false sense of security. She could still hear the weight of his words echoing in her mind: *“Damian’s declared war, and he’s using you to do it.”* Her grip tightened on the railing as anger bubbled within her. “When does it end?” she whispered to herself. The answer, of course, was clear—it didn’t. Not with Ethan, not with Damian, and certainly not with the secrets swirling around her life like a storm. “Talking to yourself, Mrs. Blackwood?” Ethan’s voice cut through her thoughts, sharp and unyielding. Emma didn’t turn to face him. “I’m trying to figure out what kind of mess I’ve landed in this time.” The faint sound of his footsteps grew louder as he approached, stopping just short of her side. “This isn’t your mess,” he said firmly. “It’s mine, and I’
Emma POV Ethan and Emma was , sharp enough to cut through the stillness. Emma’s hands trembled slightly as she rested them on the edge of the table, trying to steady herself. Ethan stood across from her, his expression unreadable, though his piercing gaze was locked on hers.“You’re upset,” Ethan said, his voice low and controlled, though his calm demeanor was deceptive. Beneath it, Emma could sense the storm brewing.“Upset?” she replied, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. “You think that’s what this is? I’m tired, Ethan. Tired of the secrets, the manipulation, and the lies.”Ethan didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned against the edge of the desk, his stance casual, but the sharpness in his tone betrayed his composure. “Lies? I’ve told you nothing but the truth.”Emma scoffed, crossing her arms. “Your version of the truth, maybe. You twist everything to suit yourself, Ethan. That’s not honesty.”He straightened, his frame towering over her, and for a moment, his eyes softened.
Ehan’s POVEvelyn’s presence in the estate felt like inviting a fox into the henhouse. She sat in the living room, her sharp eyes darting between Nathan, Kiera, and me as though she were calculating every possible way to escape if things turned sour. She’d finally agreed to help us, but trusting her felt like walking a tightrope. “You’ve had time to think,” I said, sitting across from her. “Now, I need results.” Evelyn crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, her calm demeanor betraying nothing. “You’ll get results, Ethan, but let’s not forget that this goes both ways. If I hand over Lucas’s secrets, I expect full protection.” “You’ll have it,” I said curtly. “But if you’re withholding anything—” “I’m not,” Evelyn interrupted, her tone sharp. “But Lucas doesn’t operate on trust. He’s built his network like a fortress. It won’t be easy to dismantle.” Nathan scoffed from where he leaned against the wall. “Then it’s a good thing we’re not afraid of a challenge.” Evelyn’
Emma’s POVThe morning after Ethan and Nathan’s high-stakes escape was eerily calm. I woke up to find Ethan already gone, likely holed up in his study. The tension of the past few days lingered in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get worse. When I entered the study, Ethan was standing by the window, staring out at the sprawling estate grounds. His shoulders were tense, and the folder with “Project Phoenix” was open on the desk beside him. “You’re up early,” I said softly, closing the door behind me. Ethan glanced over his shoulder, his face grim. “Couldn’t sleep.” I approached the desk, glancing at the papers spread across it. “Is it bad?” “It’s worse,” he admitted. “Lucas isn’t just rebuilding Damian’s network. He’s expanding it. If this goes unchecked, everything we’ve fought for will be gone.” I picked up one of the documents, scanning the details. The names of high-profile individuals jumped out at me—politicians, CEOs, people with po
Emma’s POVThe house was still when I awoke. I rolled over, expecting to see Ethan beside me, but the bed was empty, the sheets cold where he should have been. A faint light glowed under the door, suggesting he was up early again. This had become his new routine—late nights and early mornings, no doubt trying to piece together Damian’s lingering mess. Wrapping myself in a robe, I padded quietly down the hallway and toward the study. The door was slightly open and I could hear Ethan’s voice inside. “No, that’s not enough,” he snapped. “If they’re regrouping, we need more intel—something we can use to cut them off completely.” I paused, peering inside. He was on the phone, pacing back and forth, his back to me. “I don’t care how long it takes. Find out who’s funding them now.” I knocked lightly, and he turned, his eyes softening slightly when he saw me. “I’ll call you back,” he muttered into the phone before hanging up. “Who was that?” I asked, stepping into the room. “Jus