LOGINCelyne POVThe first thing I felt—Was heaviness.Not pain.Not yet.Just… weight.Like my body didn’t belong to me anymore.Like I was trapped inside something I couldn’t move.I tried to open my eyes.Slowly.Carefully.But even that felt like too much.Light slipped in first—too bright, too sharp—and I winced faintly before forcing my eyes open fully.The ceiling.White.Unfamiliar.Then—The sound.A steady, rhythmic beeping.My heart stuttered slightly.Hospital.A faint breath left my lips.“…again?”My voice came out barely above a whisper.Dry.Weak.But enough.Movement followed almost immediately.A figure stepped closer.Then another.“Celyne? Can you hear me?”I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting.Doctors.Nurses.Watching me.Relief flickered across one of their faces.“She’s awake,” someone said.I swallowed, my throat tight.“What… happened?” I asked faintly.The question felt heavy on my tongue.Like I already knew the answer—But didn’t want to hear it.A doctor step
Elara POVThe moment we stepped into the house—I knew I wouldn’t let it go.Not this time.The door shut behind us with a soft click, but the silence that followed wasn’t calm.It was suffocating.Tight.Heavy with everything left unsaid.I turned slowly, my heels echoing faintly against the polished floor as I faced him.Alexander.He didn’t look at me immediately.That alone irritated me.No—It angered me.“What was the meaning of that?” I asked, my voice sharp, controlled—but already laced with frustration.He didn’t respond.Not even a glance.My jaw tightened.“In the hospital,” I continued, stepping closer. “What exactly do you think you were doing?”Still nothing.My fingers curled slightly at my sides.“Do you not realize people are watching you?” I pressed. “Do you understand what kind of image you’re creating?”That got his attention.Barely.His gaze shifted to me, calm—but distant.Too distant.And that—That was what pushed me further.“What has come over you lately?” I
Alexander POVThe door opened—And everything inside me stilled.Celyne.Lying there.Unmoving.For a second—I couldn’t breathe.The room felt too quiet, the steady beeping of the monitor the only thing reminding me that time hadn’t stopped.That she… hadn’t stopped.My feet moved before I could think, carrying me closer to the bed.Closer to her.She looked pale.Too pale.Fragile in a way I had never seen before.My jaw tightened as my eyes traced over her face, her arm, the IV line connected to her.“This… this wasn’t supposed to happen,” I muttered under my breath.Not again.Not like before.A sharp memory hit me—Blood.Silence.Loss.I clenched my fists.“No,” I whispered. “Not this time.”“She’s stable for now.”The voice behind me broke through my thoughts.I turned sharply.The doctor.Middle-aged. Calm. Observant.Too calm for my liking.“What do you mean ‘for now’?” I asked, my voice tight.He didn’t rush his answer.Didn’t soften it either.“It means we were able to stab
Alexander POVThe silence in my office was suffocating.Not peaceful.Not calm.Just… heavy.I sat behind my desk, a stack of documents spread out in front of me, my eyes scanning words I wasn’t really reading. Numbers, agreements, contracts—they all blurred together.None of it was staying in my head.None of it mattered.Not today.Not lately.I leaned back slightly, running a hand through my hair in frustration.“What is wrong with me…” I muttered under my breath.I used to be better than this.Focused.Precise.Unshaken.Now—Everything felt off.My thoughts kept drifting.Back to her.Celyne.The way she looked at me.The way she spoke to me now—cold, distant, guarded.Like I was a stranger.No.Worse.Like I was the enemy.My jaw tightened slightly.“She’s just a surrogate…” I said under my breath.The words felt wrong the moment I said them.Forced.Like I was trying to convince myself of something I didn’t believe anymore.I exhaled sharply, pushing the thought away as I picke
Celyne POVEverything felt… steady.Too steady.I sat at the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing slow, absent circles over my stomach. The house had been quiet since dinner. No tension. No sharp glances. No cold silence pressing down on me.Just calm.A kind of calm that didn’t belong in my life.I exhaled slowly, staring ahead.“Maybe I’m overthinking…” I whispered.But the words didn’t settle.Because deep down—I knew better.Nothing had ever been this easy.Not for me.I pushed myself up slowly. Sitting still wasn’t helping. If anything, it made the unease louder.“I need air…”The room suddenly felt smaller than it was.Too quiet.Too still.I stepped out into the hallway, one hand brushing lightly against the wall as I walked. The lights were dim, casting soft shadows across the polished floor.Everything looked normal.Everything felt wrong.I took a few steps forward.Then paused.A faint discomfort stirred in my stomach.I frowned slightly.“Maybe I didn’t eat enough…”Or may
William pov Power was never given.It was taken.And I had taken mine a long time ago.Which was why I did not tolerate silence that hid movement.I stood in my Los Angeles study, the skyline stretched beyond the glass like a quiet reminder that everything I controlled existed because I chose it to.Choice was another form of power.And lately—Someone had been making choices I did not approve of.My phone lay on the desk, screen still lit.France.One name kept repeating across reports, updates, and restricted access logs.Liam Vier.Not a surprise.Not even new information that he had survived.That part had never concerned me.Survival was expected in men like him.What mattered was what came after survival.And now I had it.He was back in France.Not hiding.Not recovering.Operating.I exhaled slowly through my nose.So that was why things had shifted.So that was why access routes had tightened.So that was why my expansion into France had started encountering resistance at ev
Alexander POVThe moment I stepped out of the house earlier, I already knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore it.It wasn’t something obvious.Not something I could clearly point at.But it was there.That feeling.The one that doesn’t sit well.Celyne said she was going to Clara’s place.Simple.Clear.
Clara POVThe room was quiet. Too quiet, even for my liking. But I liked it that way. Silence was easier to control. Easier to think in. Easier to remember.I sat at my desk, hands folded neatly, my gaze drifting to the dark screen of my phone. Nothing. Still nothing. Perfect. Patience was a virtue
Elara POVThe dining table was quiet now.Too quiet.But even in the silence, the tension from earlier still lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling.I stood by the window, my arms crossed lightly, my gaze unfocused as my thoughts replayed everything that had just happened.Every word.Every expr
Celyne POVThe door closed behind me softly.But the moment I stepped fully into my room…Everything I had been holding was shattered.My legs gave out before I could stop myself, and I sank slowly onto the floor, my back resting against the door as if it was the only thing holding me together.A s







