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The BrideIsla POVThe entire Hargrove estate was alive before sunrise. I could already hear footsteps rushing through the hallways, doors opening and closing, voices giving instructions. From my window, I saw musicians rehearsing softly near the wedding arch, and security teams checking every entrance. Luxury cars were already arriving, their tires crunching on the gravel drive.Lila entered my room carrying a light breakfast tray. She gave me a gentle smile. “Today is the day, Miss Celeste. The stylists and makeup artists will be here soon. Try to eat something. It’s going to be a long one.”I nodded and forced myself to take a few bites. My stomach felt tight. This was really happening.Soon the room filled with people. Hairstylists, makeup artists, assistants, and stylists moved around me like I was the center of the universe. They treated me like the future Mrs. Hargrove… with respect, excitement, and careful attention. Someone adjusted the veil. Another pinned the final details

Everything In Its Place Vivienne POV “Report.” The voice on the other end was low and professional. “Cassian hired a private investigator three days ago. He’s looking into Celeste’s disappearance. Travel records. Bank statements. Hospitals. Even her old contacts. Every angle.” I waited. “But there’s nothing,” the man continued. “No records. No witnesses. No movements. Everything was erased exactly as you ordered months ago.” A small satisfied smile touched my lips. “Good. Continue monitoring him. Quietly.” I set the phone down without another word. The study was quiet. A single lamp cast a soft glow across the desk. I had already reviewed the final guest list, the security protocol, and the media schedule for tomorrow. Everything was in order before the sun had even risen. I walked to the tall window overlooking the estate garden. Workers moved through the garden below under soft lights, arranging the last details for tomorrow. They had been out there since midnight. I had m

Fragments Elias POVThe media room was packed. Bright lights flashed nonstop from every angle. Reporters lined up with microphones ready while publicists hovered nearby, making sure everything stayed on script. Security stood at the doors, and a small group of important investors watched from the back row. Luxury flower arrangements and Hargrove branding filled every corner of the space.I stood beside Celeste with my hand resting lightly on her lower back. She looked perfect, calm, graceful, smiling at exactly the right moments. From the outside, we must have looked like the perfect couple everyone wanted to see. A journalist stepped closer. “Mr. Hargrove, after everything you’ve been through, how does it feel to be back with your fiancée and planning a wedding?”I smiled warmly. “It feels like I’m finally home. Celeste has been my anchor through the hardest part of my recovery. I’m grateful every single day that she’s here with me.” Another reporter turned to her. “Miss Voss, can

The Weight Of Tomorrow Isla POVThe replacement car finally pulled up to the Hargrove estate just as the rain began to ease. I handed Cassian his jacket back without a word. He took it silently. Our fingers brushing for a split second before he pulled away. We stepped inside together. The warm lights of the foyer felt almost too bright after the dark, rainy drive.Vivienne was waiting near the bottom of the staircase, arms crossed, tablet in hand. She glanced at the clock on the wall, then at us. “You took longer than expected.”Before I could say anything, Cassian answered. “The car broke down on the way back. We had to wait for a replacement.”He didn’t wait for more questions. “Tell Elias I’ll meet him at the company tomorrow to go over the London contracts.” Then he turned and walked away out the doors without looking back.I watched him go, feeling strangely unsettled. That quiet moment under the café roof, the jacket, the silence, the way our eyes met through the rain… felt l

A familiar Face Isla POVI dropped onto the edge of the bed, exhausted, staring at the mountain of wedding samples scattered across the room. As the wedding drew closer, every single day had turned into the same exhausting cycle. Dress fittings in the morning. Photographers pulling me aside for “candid” interviews. Etiquette lessons where they corrected how I held a teacup or smiled for the cameras. Choosing invitations. Jewelry appointments. Learning the entire Hargrove family's public image as if it were my own history.I rubbed my temples. “I can’t keep doing this.”The door opened without a knock. Vivienne stepped in, tablet in hand, reviewing the schedule like a general preparing for battle.“Today’s last task,” she said, not wasting time on greetings. “You need to collect the final wedding jewelry from the boutique. The pieces have been specially prepared and customized.”I stood up slowly. “Alone?”“Unfortunately, I’ve been called into an emergency board meeting.” She checke

Questions Without AnswersCassian POV“Mr. Hargrove, your thoughts on the risk assessment for the London project?”I blinked, pulling my eyes away from the report on my phone. Three Singapore investors stared back at me through the large screen, waiting. The online board meeting had been dragging on for nearly an hour.Elias sat to my right at the long conference table, looking steadier than he had in weeks. My assistant shifted nervously in her seat across from me while a few other executives watched quietly. The investors waited for my response through the video feed.I glanced down at the message on my phone again. The investigator’s report was short and sharp. “Preliminary report attached. Several months of Celeste’s movements don’t exist. No verified hospital records. No financial activity. No confirmed sightings. Someone cleaned her trail professionally.”I closed the file. “Something urgent just came up. I need to step out.”Elias frowned deeply and leaned forward. “Cassian, t