Estella POVI opened the door to find Elliot standing there, looking… ridiculous. My eyes trailed over his outfit—thick boots, thermal pants, and a heavy jacket that seemed suited for climbing Mount Everest. A knit beanie rested crookedly on his blonde head, making his sharp features stand out even more.“What are you wearing?” I asked, my eyebrows shooting up.He gave me a grin that bordered on mischievous. “What you’re wearing won’t do,” he said, gesturing to my blazer and slacks.I glanced down at myself, confused. “What’s wrong with this? I thought we were going over a contract, not… whatever this is.”“Good thing I thought ahead,” he replied, holding up a plain brown paper bag. He shoved it toward me.I peeked inside, and my confusion only deepened. Inside were layers of clothing—thick thermal leggings, a fitted fleece jacket, gloves, and a scarf. “Elliot,” I started, my voice filled with suspicion, “what are you planning? This is hardly what to wear for business.”“You’ll see,”
Estella POVThe trail was well-maintained, but the snow made it slippery. I was grateful for the hiking boots he’d provided as they gripped the ground securely. I trudged behind him, muttering curses under my breath.“Keep up, Estella,” he called over his shoulder, clearly amused.“Keep up?” I shot back. “I didn’t sign up for this.”“Be careful you can easily get lost. It is slippery and wet from the snow so it is dangerous.”By the time we reached the top of the trail, I was out of breath, my cheeks red from the cold. But when I saw the view, my complaints died in my throat. My legs were screaming, but the view at the top was worth it. The city lay below us. The mountains stretched out in every direction, their peaks dusted with snow that sparkled in the sun. It was breathtaking.“You can stop pretending not to be impressed,” Elliot said beside me, his tone teasing.“Okay,” I admitted, “this is… impressive.”Elliot smiled, his gaze fixed on the view. “I thought you’d like it.”He sl
Estella POVI stumbled back a step, my boots sliding slightly against the uneven rock beneath me. My heart was pounding in my chest, though not from the altitude. I froze, unable to comprehend the sheer audacity of it. Then it hit me like a lightning strike.Elliot’s green eyes were still locked on mine, wide with shock as though he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.It wasn’t Alejandro’s stormy gray eyes staring back at me.I shoved him hard, my palms slamming into his chest with all the strength I could muster. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I yelled, my voice raw with anger and disbelief.“Estella, I’m sorry.” he said quickly, hands raised defensively. “I lost control. I—”“You lost control?” I cut him off, stepping back, needing the space to breathe. “What the fuck, Elliot? You just kissed me! What part of that seemed like a good idea to you? You took advantage of me while I was vulnerable! How dare you?”He tried to speak, but I wasn’t finished.“I trusted you!”
Estella POVThe snap of another branch startled me, and I spun around, heart hammering against my ribs. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, the sound bouncing off the trees around me.I squinted into the growing darkness, my eyes straining to find the source of the noise. The dark shadow darted past, and I let out a startled scream before realizing it was just a squirrel. A squirrel.My knees buckled, and I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my heartbeat to slow. “Get a grip,” I muttered shakily. My voice sounded hollow, barely audible against the howling wind.I pulled my jacket tighter, but it didn’t help. I was still very cold.Okay, think. What do I do now?“What do I do now?” I whispered again, my voice breaking.I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. It was useless. Every direction looked the same—dense trees and snow-covered ground.Maybe the mine workers would be leaving soon. Maybe I’d hear their trucks. Or maybe Elliot would realize I hadn’t made
Estella POVI couldn’t feel anything except the cold—no, it wasn’t just cold anymore. I don’t feel anything again. I was numb. It was emptiness I feel. My body had surrendered moments ago.It wasn’t painful anymore. It was almost…peacefulSo this is what dying feels like.I couldn’t move. My legs were curled awkwardly beneath me, the snow surrounding and pushing up around my body like a grave already dug. I tried to breathe, but each inhale was like a dagger in my chest.Is it supposed to hurt this much?The sky above was gray, swirling with clouds that blurred and shifted like watercolors bleeding together. I’d never noticed how beautiful the sky could be, even in a storm. My lips twitched, or at least I thought they did. Was I smiling? Crying? I couldn’t tell anymore.They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about dying. Alejandro’s face was the only image that came to mine. His intense gray gaze, the way he looked at me, touched me, worshiped me. The way his jaw cle
Alejandro POVI knew where she was the moment she left. Even before before her text lit up my phone—I need space—.I had been tracking her since she walked out of the house. Not because I didn’t trust her—I did. I just didn’t trust the world to keep her safe. After everything that had happened—being taken, attacked, and nearly killed—I’d taken precautions. The app I had made was custom-built, encrypted, and capable of tracking her phone even if it was off. I had this app made exclusively for us. As long as the device had been used in the last 24 hours and wasn’t wiped, it could be tracked.But I had never needed to check it ever since it was made. Not once. Until nowThe glowing blue dot on my screen, taking me through her day. She stopped at the lake first—her mother’s resting place. Then to Estrella Designs, likely trying to lose herself in work. And now, it stopped at the Halcyon Hotel.The Halcyon.My jaw tightened as I stared at her location. She wanted space, I understood that.
Alejandro POVI didn’t moved from her side. Not once.She was laid in bed and wrapped in thick blankets, her skin still too cold, her breathing too shallow. The doctor had already come and gone, reassuring me that she was stable, that the hypothermia wasn’t severe enough to cause permanent damage. “She just needs warmth and more rest,” he’d said. As if that was supposed to make me feel better.Her lips were still pale. Her fingers barely curled around mine when I held them. She looked fragile.I sat beside her on the bed, gripping her hand, my thumb running over her knuckles absently. She hadn’t moved in hours. This was my fault. I should’ve gone after her sooner. I should’ve never let her out of my sight.I pushed back the image of finding her in the snow, barely breathing. My chest burned with frustration—at her, at myself, at everything.There was a soft knock on the door. I didn’t bother looking up.“Sir?” A hesitant voice. It was Mia. The damn maid—I’d almost forgotten she was
Estella’s POVMy body was weak, but I forced myself to keep standing. My knees were wobbling but I refused to let it show.Alejandro stood across from me, tense, his jaw locked so tight it could break. He looked like a man barely containing his rage.His chest rose and fell with heavy, uneven breaths, and I knew—knew—that he was still caught somewhere between anger and relief.But I was angry tooI lifted my chin, glaring at him.“I needed space,” I said. “I needed to fucking breathe, Alejandro. Because you don’t own me.”His jaw ticked, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Wrong thing to say“No,” he said, voice dangerously low. “But I protect you.”I laughed. A bitter, hollow sound.“Like how you protected me from Camila?” My voice dripped with venom. “From the world thinking our marriage is a joke?”He stilled.Something passed over his face, but it was gone too quickly to read.Good. Let it hurtI pushed forward, reckless with my anger.“You want to know why I was there?” I sa
Estella’s POVPain.It dragged me awake, sharp and radiating from my skull, pulsing down my spine. My head throbbed like someone had driven a nail into my skull. My body felt heavy, weak. My wrists were raw, tied behind me with something rough that dug into my skin.I blinked, my vision slow to clear.Darkness.Not complete, but close. A single flickering lightbulb buzzed above me, casting shadows across the damp concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of mildew, rust, and something rotten.A bad fucking sign.My pulse hammered.The last thing I remembered—Diane. On the floor. A voice behind me. Mia.And then—blackness.I tried to move, but the ropes around my wrists burned. My ankles were tied too, the chair beneath me creaking with every shift of my weight. My breathing came fast, uneven.Where the hell am I?Memories slammed into me.Benjamin. The last time I was in this exact position—tied, helpless, the weight of a man’s body crushing me down while Alejandro watched, una
Third Person POVHours EarlierMia had been patient. Too patient.She’d spent months in this house, biting her tongue, keeping her head down, playing the obedient maid while waiting for the perfect moment.Today was it.She moved through the kitchen methodically, her movements precise. A sprinkle of sedative in the guards’ late-night coffee last night. A few drops in Diane’s tea this morning. Nothing lethal, just enough to make her unconscious. The security doors? Left unlocked during one of her “cleaning rounds.” The alarm system? Temporarily disabled—a silent virus she’d slipped into their software weeks ago. It would appear as a random malfunction. By the time anyone noticed, it’d be too late.Everything was set.And then there was her.Estella.Mia’s grip tightened around the knife she was drying. She glanced toward the hallway where Estella had last been. The woman whose existence had stolen her brother’s life.Mia exhaled sharply to stop herself from reaching her and stabbing he
Estella POVThe day started normal.I was on the edge of the bed, watching as Alejandro adjusted his cufflinks in the mirror. The crisp white shirt stretched over his shoulders.“You sure you don’t want to come in today?” he asked, catching my reflection in the glass.I shook my head. “Next week. I just need a few days.”A few more days to breathe. To process everything. To feel like myself again.His gaze softened as he turned, stepping between my legs, his hands sliding around my waist. “You deserve the break,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against my forehead. He smelled like cedar and expensive cologne, the scent of him wrapping around me as I slid my arms around his waist as he turned to leave.“Don’t go,” I murmured against his back.He chuckled, turning in my arms. “Tempting.” His hands found my hips, pulling me closer. “But if I stay, you won’t be getting any rest like you promised.”I smirked. “Who said I wanted to rest?”His eyes darkened, but he kissed me anyway. My fingers
Estella POVThe soft glow of the bedroom lamp cast warm shadows on the walls as I lay against Alejandro’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers lazily traced slow circles on my bare back, his other hand tangled in my hair.For the first time in weeks, there was no tension, no outside noise, no lingering ghosts from the past clawing at our peace. Just us.I felt his chest rise and fall beneath my cheek, steady and strong, like the man himself.It should have been easy to relax. To let go. To finally breathe.The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. The scandal, Camila’s downfall, the endless media storm—yet through it all, we had fought for each other. And we were still standing.Alejandro had changed. Not in the way that made me question if he was still the man I fell for, but in the way that told me he had learned. He let me in now. Into his world, his business, his thoughts. He no longer shut me out when things got messy.And I… I was learning too. To t
“Mamá,” she forced a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re being dramatic—”“You have one week to vacate this hotel,” Lucia cut her off.Camila’s chest tightened painfully.“After that, the Ramirez family will no longer be responsible for your expenses.”The blood drained from her face. “What?” she whispered.Lucia tilted her head. “Did I stutter?”Camila’s entire body started shaking. “No. No, no, no—you can’t just throw me away,” she choked. “I’m your daughter! Your only daughter. ”Lucia sighed, like she was bored. “You are my daughter,” she corrected. “But that does not mean I wouldn’t have to punish you..”Camila’s breath hitched. Tears blurred her vision. “Mamá, please,” she begged.Lucia’s expression didn’t change. “You will publicly apologize,” she continued. “On live television. You will admit to every single one of your lies.”Camila gripped the edge of the couch.“You will confess to faking the pregnancy.”Lucia stepped closer, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper.“You wil
Third Person POVThe sound of laughter followed her everywhere she went.Camila clutched her purse, her heels clicking against the pavement as she practically ran down the street. Phones pointed at her. Her breath was ragged, her entire body trembling.“Camila Ramirez, exposed as a fraud!”“Damn, she really tried to fake a pregnancy?”“She looks like she’s about to cry—wait, is she crying?”This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. She shoved past people, ignoring their smirks, their stares.Her car wasn’t here. Her driver was gone.“Fuck,” she hissed under her breath.A paparazzi jumped in front of her, camera flashing. “Camila! Camila! Any comments on being exposed?”Her vision blurred with rage. “Get the fuck out of my face!” she snapped, shoving the camera away.A crowd had gathered. People were recording. She turned, frantic, feeling like a trapped animal.The whole world was laughing at her. Her face burned as she sprinted to the nearest cab, yanking the door open.Th
The tension behind the scenes was electric.Producers whispered into headsets, camera operators adjusted their angles, and assistants scurried across the glossy studio floor like ants preparing for battle.The Rivera Report’s executive producer, Joel Carter, was already sweating bullets.Never in the show’s history had they extended a live broadcast. Never had they thrown in a last-minute guest, especially one who was about to challenge everything their current guest had just spewed on national television.But Estella De Luca had called directly.She hadn’t begged. She hadn’t pleaded. She’d simply said, “I have evidence. You’ll want to put me on.”And just like that, they’d made room.She had arrived silently, without any entourage or noise.She wore black. Not just any black—a tailored, razor-sharp Alexander McQueen suit, sculpted to her body like armor. Underneath, a sleek, silk camisole dipped just enough to hint at femininity, but the overall message was clear:Untouchable. Unshak
Third-Person POV She had spent the last few days working with a tech expert—a discreet, well-paid hacker—to create an entire text thread that looked exactly like Alejandro’s messages.The messages painted a perfect story.Late-night apologies. Him begging her not to tell Estella.The final cherry on top?A message from “Alejandro” sent just last night:“She doesn’t have to know.”“Just one last time.”“You know I can’t stay away.”Camila nearly sighed at her own brilliance.Henry exhaled on the other end of the line. “You sure this is solid? If we post this and it turns out fake—”“It’s real enough,” she cut in. “Besides, we both know the public doesn’t care about facts. They care about scandals.”He grunted. “True. What else do you have?”Camila’s smirk deepened. “A hotel footage.”The Wexford had been the perfect place to execute her plan. Not only was it private and exclusive, but its security system? Laughable.A few tears, a little gaslighting about an “obsessed ex,” and the poo
Third-Person POVCamila strolled into La Belle Boutique on the ground floor of the building housing Wexford Hotel.The store smelled of expensive leather and French perfume, the kind of place where only the elite could afford to breathe, let alone shop. Camila fit right in.A young sales associate—probably new—approached her hesitantly. “Good afternoon, Miss. Can I help you find anything?”Camila barely spared her a glance. “I’m browsing.”The girl nodded quickly and stepped back. Camila’s fingers trailed over a silk gown, unimpressed.She wasn’t here for the clothes. She was here because shopping soothed her—because controlling people made her feel alive.And she needed that rush today.Because Estella De Luca was still standing.Camila clenched her jaw, suppressing the familiar rage. She should have been gone by now. A ruined woman. A ghost of a scandal.But no.Estella was still married. Still playing house with her man. The contract leak has failed.Camila forced a smile as she tu