LOGINCelyne POVThe day finally came.I had wished it would take longer.Just a little more time.A few more quiet days to breathe… to exist without everything pressing down on me.But life never waits.It never slows down just because you need it to.Still—At least I got this.A small, simple wish.An amusement park.It almost sounded childish when I first said it out loud, but somehow, it felt important. Like something I needed to hold onto before everything slipped away again.I glanced sideways at Liam as we stepped out of the car.He had insisted on coming with me himself, despite everything—despite the tension, despite the calls from his father, despite the unspoken urgency hanging over him.He would be leaving soon.Going back.And I would be here.Alone again.“I guess this isn’t so bad,” I murmured softly.The entrance was filled with noise—laughter, music, the distant hum of rides spinning and people shouting in excitement.For a moment…It felt normal.Like I wasn’t in the midd
Alexander POVThe message had been short.Simple.Too simple.We need to talk.That was all my mother sent.No explanation.No context.Just that.And somehow—It felt heavier than it should.I stepped out of the car, my eyes lifting to the towering building ahead. The familiar structure felt different tonight.Colder.Like something inside was waiting.Watching.I exhaled slowly and walked in.⸻The door to her private lounge opened without resistance.She was already there.Of course she was.Seated elegantly, a glass in her hand, posture perfect as always.Composed.Controlled.Unshaken.“Alexander,” she said calmly, without looking up. “You’re late.”“I came as soon as I got your message,” I replied, stepping further in.My eyes scanned the room briefly
Vivian POVWhy was everything turning out like this?I stood by the window, arms folded, staring at my reflection in the glass. The city lights flickered behind me, but I barely saw them. My mind was elsewhere—back at the press conference, replaying every second with sharp precision.It had been under control.Carefully planned.Strategically handled.And then—Celyne ruined it.My jaw tightened.“Why did she have to collapse like that…” I muttered.What should have been a clean resolution turned into another spectacle. Another wave of attention. Another round of whispers.“For once, she couldn’t just take the fall quietly.”No.She had to draw sympathy.Had to make herself look fragile.My fingers curled slightly.“Yes, I sent someone to watch them,” I admitted to myself. “How else was I supposed to know what was going on?”Elara wasn’t even feeling well that day.So why—Why was Alexander out with Celyne?Something wasn’t right.Something had shifted.And I didn’t like it.My though
Kinglsely povPower wasn’t given.It was taken.And I had taken mine a long time ago.The glass of whiskey in my hand trembled slightly—not from weakness, but from something far more dangerous.Anger.Pure.Controlled.But burning beneath the surface like something waiting to erupt.“How…” I muttered under my breath.My grip tightened around the glass, the faint clink echoing in the quiet study.“How did they survive?”The question lingered in the air, bouncing off walls that had witnessed decades of decisions, betrayals, and victories.Victories that were supposed to be permanent.I set the glass down slowly.Carefully.Because if I didn’t—I would shatter it.“And now…” I continued, my voice low, sharp, “they’ve blocked every path to France.”My jaw tightened.Every route.Every connection.Every opportunity.Closed.Cut off.Like I never existed there.Like I had been erased completely.A slow breath left my chest.“So this is it?” I murmured. “Your way of paying me back?”My eyes
Celyne POV“Why do you want my documents?”My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.I tightened my grip on the hospital sheets, my eyes fixed on the file in Alexander’s hands.“You have no right to have that.”He didn’t even flinch.Instead, he opened it calmly, like this was just another business report.“Well,” he said coolly, flipping a page, “I have every right.”My chest tightened.“That baby is mine,” he continued. “And you are my surrogate.”The words hit harder than they should have.Or maybe—I was just too tired to pretend they didn’t.My fingers curled slightly.My gaze drifted… not to him—but to nothing.And in that moment, the thought slipped out quietly—Is this how the story ends…?A silence stretched between us.Heavy.Uncomfortable.Then—“Anemia?” Alexander’s voice cut through it.My eyes flickered slightly.He looked up from the file, frowning.“You have anemia?”The doctor, standing nearby, nodded.“It’s nothing serious,” he said calmly. “She j
Alexander POVThe hospital doors slid open the moment I stepped forward.Cold air hit my face instantly.Sterile.Unforgiving.I hated hospitals.Too quiet… yet too loud at the same time.Too many things hidden behind calm voices and polite smiles.My steps were quick, controlled, echoing faintly against the polished floor as I walked toward the reception.“I’m here for Celyne,” I said.The nurse at the desk looked up immediately.Recognition flashed across her face.Of course it did.Everyone knew.The conference.The headlines.The fall.“Yes, sir,” she said quickly, standing. “Please—this way.”I followed without another word.Something about this place felt… off.Not physically.But internally.Like I had walked into something I didn’t fully understand yet.We stopped near a hallway.“She’s stable,” the nurse said as she glanced through a file. “But—”She paused.Too abruptly.My eyes narrowed slightly.“But what?” I asked.She hesitated.Her lips parted—“Her condition is—”“Mr.
Alexander POVSomething wasn’t right.The thought came to me again, uninvited and persistent, refusing to fade no matter how many times I tried to ignore it.I stood by the window in my study, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular as the image replayed in my mind.Celyne.The way she had gripped t
Celyne POVThe moment I stepped fully into the house, a strange heaviness settled in my chest.It wasn’t the house that had changed.It was me.Everything here looked almost the same as it had years ago, yet the feeling was different. Colder. Distant. Like I was walking through someone else’s life.
Celyne POVThe car slowed before the tall iron gates I knew far too well.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.I hadn’t seen this place in years, yet the moment it appeared before me, it felt as if time had folded in on itself.The house stood exactly the same.Large. Elegant. Cold.Once upon a t
Celyne POVThe suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with clothes I wasn’t sure I would ever wear.My hands moved slowly, folding shirts and placing them inside like I was packing pieces of a life I no longer recognized.Behind me, Clara leaned against the doorframe, watching in silence for a lo







