—Sophia’s POVI couldn’t breathe.The voice on the phone was calm—too calm.Measured like a scalpel.And every word sliced deeper than the last.“I was paid… but not by Maurice. He’s just the face.”A pause.Then a slow inhale, like she was savoring this.“There’s someone else behind this. Someone who’s been planning it longer than any of you realize.”I swallowed. Hard.My throat burned. My fingers dug into the armrest as Ethan leaned closer, trying to catch the voice.“Who are you?” I asked again, this time sharper. Louder.“I used to work at the clinic,” she replied, soft. Almost nostalgic. “I handled records. Samples. It was supposed to be just another job—until I got an offer I couldn’t refuse.”My heart pounded. “You… you were the one who switched the donor?”She chuckled. “Sweetheart, I did more than switch the donor. I buried the real paperwork. Scrambled the files. Do you really think a place like that doesn’t have a backup plan?”I pressed the phone tighter to my ear. “Why n
—Sophia’s POVAnd then—The doorbell rang.Three sharp chimes.Not frantic. Not hesitant.Calculated.Ethan didn’t move.Neither did I.But something inside me cracked. A thread pulled too tight for too long. Snapped.I stood. My knees didn’t feel like they were mine, but I walked anyway. Down the hall. Past the framed photos Ethan had never hung. Past the quiet portraits of a life we were barely holding onto.Ethan reached the door first.He didn’t ask who it was.He already knew.He pulled it open.And there she stood.Ivory.In black. Always black. Like grief she never had to feel. Like poison that knew it was beautiful.Behind her, two lawyers.And just over Ivory’s shoulder…Luna.In white.Pregnant.Except—she wasn’t.Not really.But the bump beneath her coat was too deliberate. Too round. Too planned.“You’ve got five seconds to walk away,” Ethan said.Ivory smiled like it was a compliment.“I’d reconsider threats, Julian,” she purred. “We’ve filed the injunction. Your legal te
—Sophia's POV The storm outside raged louder, but it was nothing compared to what roared inside me.Ivory.And Luna.Together.That combination was gasoline and a lit match—and we were the target.I barely blinked as Ethan barked orders into his phone, his voice cold and direct. "I want cameras on every block she could walk. I want the building bugged. If they so much as breathe wrong, I want to hear it."He hung up, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grind. The kind of rage he wore wasn’t loud. It simmered. Quiet, lethal.“What do you think they’re planning?” I asked, my voice hoarse.He didn’t answer right away. He just stared through the rain-slicked glass as if he could see through buildings, through lies, straight into their intentions.“She’s not back just to gloat,” he finally said. “Ivory doesn’t waste effort unless she’s aiming to finish something.”“And Luna…?” I asked.His eyes flicked to mine. “Luna’s petty. Easily manipulated. Ivory’s using that. Feeding her ju
— Sophia’s POV (Aria)He said it like a vow.“Then we burn his world first.”And I believed him. Not because he was Ethan Williams—the ruthless billionaire with a ledger of enemies—but because he was Julian. The boy who once swore to protect me with nothing but his fists and a stolen apple clutched in one hand.But this wasn’t the orphanage. This was war.We were back inside the nursery, the air tense with truths that refused to settle. The silence wasn't quiet. It was thick, jagged. He paced. I stood still.“Cameron escaped.”The words gnawed at me.“How the hell?”“Marcus is tracing every route,” Ethan said, jaw sharp. “He’s using his old family ties. Ex-military contacts, and…” he paused, something flickering in his eyes, “the Black Chamber.”My breath hitched. I hadn’t heard that name in years.“You called them back in?”His silence was enough.My stomach twisted. That organization didn’t just trace leaks. They erased them.The tension between us tightened again, but not from mist
— Ethan’s POVMarcus’s name hung in my mind like a bullet fired too close. Cameron.My trusted legal director. My confidant. My bloodline enforcer. And now—a leak."Say it again," I muttered, tone hollow."Cameron," Marcus replied, steady.Lightning struck in my chest.Cameron betrayed me. Sold our secrets: my offshore shifts, inheritance protocols, the works. To Maurice and Luna."Get eyes on him. Lock down every route." My words were stone, final."I saw it coming," I muttered later, to no one.At the penthouse, Sophia rocked gently in the nursery, cradle-side. The way she watched our son… it hit me, deep. I lingered by the doorway, breathing him in."You okay?" I asked. She met my eyes.She closed them. "Yeah. He kicked again."Relief mingled with dread.I confessed: "Someone leaked intel to Maurice." She tensed."I know who," I said, voice low.A beat. Then she patted the floor."Sit."I did.There, in the cocoon of crib’s shadow, I found something: vulnerability. She brushed knuc
— Ethan’s PovSomething was off.Not at first. But when I reached for Sophia that morning and found the bed cold, the sheets slightly wrinkled from where she’d once been—I knew. Something inside me knew.My eyes opened fast. My arm dropped to her side—warm, but empty.I sat up. Waited. Listened.Nothing. No faucet running. No soft humming in the nursery. Not even the creak of a floorboard.Just silence.My stomach twisted.I stood, chest bare, footsteps heavy on hardwood. Dawn’s blue-gray light crept in through the windows.“Sophia?” I called—low but sharp. No answer.I checked the nursery. Baby asleep—peaceful, arms thrown up like he owned the world. But no Sophia.Through every room—kitchen, living room, bathroom—I found the same emptiness. It didn’t feel right. Not after last night’s chaos. The blood. The threats. Luna and Liam crashing into our lives again.I should’ve seen this coming. Silence can scream.I grabbed my phone. No messages. I dialed her. Straight to voicemail.Fuck.