GRAYSON I drove in silence, the weight of my thoughts suffocating me. The betrayal gnawed at the back of my mind, each second ticking by like a bomb ready to explode. Tony. My most trusted man. The thought alone sent my stomach into knots. But I couldn’t jump to conclusions. Not yet.When I reached the phone technician’s shop, I parked the car and grabbed all three phones that had been in the car with me. I strode inside, the bell over the door jingling as I entered. A young technician sat behind the counter, his head popping up from behind a laptop as he saw me walk in.“Check these,” I said, tossing the phones onto the counter with a deliberate thud, my tone clipped. “See if there’s anything on them—tracking devices, bugs, anything.”The guy blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden demand, but quickly nodded. "Sure, I’ll take a look."I leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, my jaw tight. As he got to work, my mind churned. Tony, wherever you are... I whispered to my
GRAYSON I slammed the laptop shut, the tension coiled tightly in my chest. Skyler. Her face alone was enough to ignite the fury simmering beneath my skin, but seeing her put her hands on Ariana’s brother—the audacity of it—was too much. My father had played his games long enough, pulling strings, keeping Skyler hidden like a weapon he knew would drive me mad. But now, she was back, and I wasn’t going to let her slip away this time.I grabbed my phone, quickly dialling the number of one of my men stationed at the house. He picked up on the second ring."Get Skyler," I ordered, my voice cold and sharp. "Bring her to the courthouse. Now."There was no hesitation. "Yes, boss."I hung up without another word and immediately dialled my lawyer. “I’m coming over,” I said the moment he answered, my voice clipped. “get the divorce papers ready.”I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat as I got in my car. The engine roared to life, and I drove with a single-minded focus, my grip tight on th
MATHEW As soon as I got into the car, I clutched my hands tightly, trying to stop them from trembling. My mind was a mess, but I kept repeating the same thing to myself, over and over again, like a mantra. Everything will be fine. Brother-in-law will bring her back safely. Ari is gonna be fine. But no matter how hard I tried to reassure myself, I couldn't ignore the gnawing fear that was eating away at me. I glanced at the driver, who sat still, his hands steady on the wheel. Something about his silence unnerved me, but I pushed it down, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Why did brother-in-law look so angry?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "Do you know why? Does he have enemies?" Silence. The driver didn't even flinch. I clenched my fists, my frustration bubbling over. "I’m talking to you!" I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. Still, the driver said nothing, eyes fixed ahead as if he hadn’t heard a thing. I turned to look at him, my anger melting into guilt
MATHEW I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I trailed the black SUV, keeping a safe distance so they wouldn’t notice me. The city lights flickered around us as the car swerved through the streets, heading toward the outskirts of the city. My heart pounded in my chest, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity.I couldn't let them take Ariana away again. Not without knowing why. I leaned forward, eyes locked on the taillights ahead, determined not to lose them.The SUV took a sharp turn, and I followed suit, my tires screeching against the asphalt. They couldn’t know I was behind them, not yet. I had to wait for the right moment, but the anxiety gnawed at my insides. What was happening? Where were they taking her? If this was all under brother in law's orders, why had Ari looked so terrified?After a while, the car made a turn, pulling into a gated area. I slowed down, scanning the building ahead. It was huge, with flags of different nations hanging along its walls. I
MATHEW I stepped out of the car and approached the massive iron door, my brow furrowing as I noticed something strange—it had no handle. Baffled, I ran my hands over the surface, searching for any sign of a latch, button, or anything that might open it. But there was nothing.How did brother-in-law get in? I wondered, my confusion growing. Out of frustration, I kicked the door hard. To my shock, it absorbed the impact in complete silence, not even a dull thud. But the pain that shot through my leg was immediate and sharp."Ahh—shit!" I hissed, clutching my throbbing foot. "What the hell is this thing made of?" I muttered through gritted teeth, limping back a step, seething both from the pain and my inability to figure out what was going on.I limped back in the car and decided to wait from there. I slid back inside, wincing with every movement. I had no choice but to wait. Maybe if I stayed out here long enough, I’d see what was really going on. Minutes passed, and just as I began
ARIANA I could hardly process what was happening as I watched Grayson stagger under the weight of the bullets. My heart raced, each thud matching the rising panic within me. “No! Grayson!” The words tore from my throat, raw and desperate, but the sound felt swallowed by the chaos around us.The world seemed to slow, and every instinct in me screamed to reach for him, to pull him to safety. I pounded on the window, my voice hoarse as I screamed his name again, “Grayson!” But the car kept moving, and his figure grew smaller and smaller.“No, no, no!” I cried out, struggling against Mathew’s grip as he tried to hold me back. “Turn around! We have to go back for him!” I pleaded with the driver, my nails digging into the seat. “He’s going to die if we leave him there!”The driver didn’t even flinch; his eyes were locked ahead, his hands gripping the wheel as he manoeuvred the car through the maze of containers at breakneck speed.I struggled against Mathew’s grip, trying to reach for the
ARIANA The words hung in the air like a death sentence, freezing me in place, my breath caught in my throat. It felt as though the ground had just fallen out from under me. Grayson’s rejection hit me harder than any bullet ever could.I stared at him, my body numb and my mind reeling, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words. “You don’t… have a wife?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, disbelief clouding my eyes. “But… but I’m right here. I’m your wife.”Grayson’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes as cold as ice. “No, Ariana. You’re not. You never were.”The coldness in his eyes pierced through me, and for a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. His words echoed in my head like a slow, suffocating death. My body felt weightless, as if the very ground beneath me had disappeared, leaving me to float in this painful void.Grayson turned his gaze away from me, his expression hard as stone. “Get her out of here,” he called out, his voice devoid of any emotion.The door
ARIANA I stared at my brother in utter astonishment, the weight of his words crashing over me like a tidal wave. For a moment, I felt as if I were suspended in time, my heart racing, and my mind struggling to catch up with what he had just proposed.“No,” I said bluntly, the finality of my response echoing in the stillness of the room. The defiance in my voice surprised even me. “I won’t do it.”Gabriel’s brow furrowed, and I could see the frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Ariana, you don’t understand. This isn’t just about you. It’s about justice. He needs to pay for what he did to you.”I shook my head, my heart pounding in protest. “Justice? Do you think testifying against him is going to change anything? I’m just a pawn in his game. I’ll always be that to him.” The bitterness bubbled up again, choking me. “I don’t want to relive any of it, Gabriel. I don’t want to step into a courtroom and relive the horror of that life. I’m trying to move on, not get dragged back into
ARIANA Grayson’s steady presence over the past few days had been a balm to my frayed emotions. He wasn’t overly affectionate or smothering, but he stayed by my side in quiet solidarity, offering comfort in ways only he could. Whether it was the small gestures, like ensuring I ate or sitting with me during my sleepless nights, his presence had become a lifeline.It was after one of those long, quiet nights, with dawn breaking and spilling soft light into the room, that I realized I was ready to let go of the past—or at least try. Clinging to the pain wouldn’t change what had happened. And Grayson, in his own way, had shown me that moving forward was the only way to truly live.Grayson and I hadn’t spoken much about Florence or Skyler since that explosive confrontation. But I knew he’d made his decision, prompted, no doubt, by my brothers. Gabriel had insisted he let them go, arguing that the cycle of anger and vengeance had to end somewhere. To my surprise, Grayson agreed—not because
ARIANA The tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife. Grayson drove in silence, his grip on the steering wheel firm. Gabriel sat in the passenger seat, his usual stoic demeanour intact. In the back, Ethan on my left stared out the window, while Mathew on my right leaned back, his eyes darting between me and the others. I couldn’t sit still, my thoughts spinning wildly after everything Gabriel had told me.Florence, our aunt. Skyler, her daughter. And yet, I still had questions. Questions Gabriel hadn’t fully answered.Unable to stay silent any longer, I leaned forward, poking my head between the front seats. My eyes fixed on Gabriel. “Are you absolutely sure you had no clue that Skyler was her daughter?” Gabriel sighed, his expression as unreadable as ever. “No, Ariana,” he said firmly. “I didn’t.” I looked ahead at the road, my mind spinning. Then, almost involuntarily, my gaze flicked back to Gabriel. “But why does she look so much like…” My voice trailed off befo
ARIANA Gabriel's sharp gaze softened unexpectedly, catching me off guard. "As much as I want to break you two apart, I won't," he said, his voice calm, almost resigned. "I'm not here to do that. I just wanted to check on all of you, but it looks like you're much better than I thought." My mouth fell open. Had I heard him, right? Was this some sort of trick? My heart raced even faster than when he had first walked through the door. I tried to read his face, but his expression was maddeningly neutral. Gabriel wasn’t the kind of man to sugarcoat his words or play games. If he wanted to make his disapproval known, he would. But now...he was standing here, saying he wouldn’t tear me and Grayson apart. My chest tightened, confusion swirling with a strange relief. "Y-you’re serious?" I managed to say, my voice cracking slightly. Before Gabriel could respond, Mathew—never one to stay silent—opened his mouth. "She and I nearly—" Panic shot through me like lightning. Without thinking
GRAYSON I stood frozen, my mind reeling as I tried to process what he had just said. He was there? My father had done unspeakable things in his life, but the idea that Gabriel had witnessed one of those horrors firsthand made my stomach churn.“You were… there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, struggling to keep my composure.Gabriel’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening as he nodded slowly. "I was there. I saw everything," he said, his voice low but steady. "I was in the car with my father that day. He took me with him but when we arrived at his destination he left me in the car and went inside the building. That's when I noticed another boy around my age. He was sitting in a nearby car, looking bored and tired. And recently I just found out that he was your brother." He paused, the memory sharpening in his eyes. "As kids do, we got caught up in our little world, talking and laughing like nothing else mattered. Then
GRAYSON I sat in the chair beside Ariana’s bed, watching her sleep, her face still pale, her breath shallow but steady. The quiet of the room wrapped around me like a shroud, the soft hum of the mansion's night air only adding to the stillness. I felt the weight of every hour that had passed, the clock ticking relentlessly toward dawn, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to move. It was as though time had slowed just for me, granting me a moment of respite to reflect on everything that had happened and the broken pieces of my life that seemed to be multiplying with each passing second.The doctor had come earlier, gave them both some medication, and thankfully, there were no major injuries or anything more serious. Florence... she had always been there for me. I had trusted her with everything. When I had lost my way, when I thought I needed guidance, she was the one I leaned on. She had become like a mother to me. But now, sitting here, with every
GRAYSON I pushed myself off the bed, the heaviness of the night and the weight of Ariana’s tense reaction pressing down on me like a suffocating smoke. The unease was unbearable, clawing at my insides. I couldn’t stay here any longer. Quietly, I grabbed my phone and left the room, making my way to my home office. The moment I stepped inside, I shut the door behind me, the silence of the space offering no solace. I reached for the whiskey bottle sitting on the corner of my desk, poured myself a shot, and downed it in one gulp. The burn seared down my throat, bringing a fleeting sense of relief—temporary, but it was something. I pulled out my phone and stared at it for a moment before scrolling to Lucian’s contact. It was late, but I knew my brother well enough—he would still be awake. I pressed the call button, bringing the phone to my ear. Lucian answered after the second ring, his voice low and indifferent. “Did you make up your mind already?” I ignored the question, my grip
GRAYSON The drive to Lord Andre’s estate felt endless, the weight of the envelope on the passenger seat an unbearable presence. My knuckles ached from gripping the steering wheel too tightly, my thoughts spinning in chaotic circles. Every photograph, every name, every signature—it all pointed to him. The man I’d spent my entire life trying to outshine, to escape from under his shadow. When I arrived, the towering gates loomed like the bars of a prison. I punched in the code, barely waiting for the gates to swing open before speeding through the driveway. The tires screeched as I parked haphazardly near the front steps. The house, always a symbol of his power, now felt like a fortress of secrets. I stormed through the entrance, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors. A few of his staff glanced my way but wisely stayed silent. My destination was clear—his office. I shoved the double doors open, expecting to find him beh
GRAYSON The car came to a halt in front of Lucian’s hotel, the sleek black facade gleaming under evening night lights. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, jaw clenching as I stared at the building’s entrance. Lucian always had a way of orchestrating his theatrics, and the thought of dealing with him only made my patience wear thinner. I stepped out, the cool night air doing little to ease the heat simmering beneath my skin. With purposeful strides, I made my way to the entrance. The doorman nodded, opening the grand glass doors as I walked inside. A polished worker greeted me immediately, bowing slightly before speaking. "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Lucian is waiting for you in the VIP private lounge. Please, this way." I followed him silently, the muffled sounds of classical music and faint chatter growing distant as we ascended to the exclusive floor. The plush carpet absorbed the sound of my footsteps, the hallway eerily quiet until the worker stopped in front of an intricately
ARIANA I stormed out of the room, the sharp sound of the door closing behind me echoing through the hall. My mind raced as I leaned against the door, pressing my ear to the wooden surface. Whatever Ethan and Florence were discussing, it was intense enough for him to shut me out. My curiosity burned like a flame. Their voices were muffled, but I could catch faint snippets of words—nothing clear enough to make sense of, just tones of urgency and frustration. I pressed closer, determined to hear more, when suddenly, the door flew open. I stumbled back, nearly losing my footing as Ethan stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “I knew you’d be eavesdropping, Ariana,” he said, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Do me a favour and head downstairs.” I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. “What business do you have with that woman, Ethan? You barely know her, yet suddenly you’re h