—Sophia's POVThe air in the room thickened with Ivory's words hanging in the silence. She was the opposite of the warmth beginning to develop in Ethan's house."What's mine." Her last words echoed in my ears, like a bell rang continuously, her eyes narrowing.I braced myself, refusing to allow her a glimpse of the shake in my fingers. "Ethan is your past, so he no longer belongs to you," I declared, my voice steady.She let out a harsh, mirthless laugh. "You truly think this has anything to do with Ethan? It's everything, the whole existence, the heritage, the kid."I had no opportunity to respond before Ethan was standing behind me, his expression unreadable. "Ivory, you are trespassing."She wheeled around to confront him, a smile twisting her lips. "Always so stuffy, Ethan. I came by to chat.""I don't have anything to say with you," he answered her dismissively."Oh,you're wrong," she whispered in a seductive voice, taking calculated steps, and almost leaning in closer towards Et
—Sophia’s POV—The silence after Ethan’s words last night clung to me like frost.I didn’t ask for this.No. I hadn’t. But that didn’t make any of it go away.This morning, the light that broke into the room felt unreal. Like it didn’t belong to me. My body had long since curled into the center of the bed, and even with the sheets drawn around me, I couldn’t gather warmth.Ethan had fallen asleep at some point, after sending that one final text: Let her rot.I watched him for a while—his jaw locked, the faintest furrow in his brow like sleep never came easy. I wondered if I ever truly knew what haunted him, what made his silences so heavy.Still… the drawing. I’d forgotten it existed. Or maybe I’d chosen to forget it, because remembering hurt too much. And Luna... she must’ve taken it all those years ago, back when we lived under the same roof and she smiled with lips dipped in syrup and sprite.She never needed to know where it came from to understand it meant something.A soft kn
—Ethan’s POVShe hadn't uttered a word since we got back home. Not one word.Not even after I told her that Luna was now under our custody.Not when Russ had discovered the drawing—with our names scribbled on the drawing. Hers. Mine. The same fucking paper she had stuck in her pocket the day that I disappeared twelve years ago.She just stood there in the kitchen with her arms folded across her chest as if she was trying not to fall apart.And I let her.Even the 'silence'… said too much sometimes.I leaned back against the countertop, teeth gritted, concentrated gaze locked onto her."You've not uttered a single word since we arrived."Her hands spasmed, but she did not move.I stepped closer. "She had it, Aria. The paper. From the orphanage."Still nothing."She held onto it like it was a trophy," I continued, my voice low. "Like she'd won a place in your book."That finally got her to jump. Just barely.I drew nearer, my tone becoming more biting. "Did you know she possessed it?"
—Sophia’s POVLucas stretched the paper towards me, after Ethan has signaled him to pass it to me.I looked down at the paper. Uncreased. Unrushed. Like she’d placed it wherever she did with care. Like it mattered to her how I’d find it.The letter wasn’t long. One page. No perfume. No blood. Just… words.My hands trembled before I even unfolded it.---Sophia,I didn’t plan to say goodbye. I don’t think I deserve that privilege. But I couldn’t leave without writing this.You deserve the truth—not for closure, just for clarity.I didn’t love Liam. I convinced myself I did because he wanted you. And I’ve spent too long trying to become everything you are instead of being who I am. I hated the way people looked at you. The way they saw light when I was standing in the same damn room.So I ruined you. For what? A man who couldn’t even stay loyal to the woman he claimed to love?I thought breaking you would fix me. It didn’t.You have every right to hate me.I hate me too.I’m leaving be
—Ethan’s POVLuna was a distraction.I knew she was up to something, but I just had to play along, and watch her closely. She's not the kind I could ignore.As soon as she was taken into isolation, I went straight to the strategy wing of the control room. My mind was already calculating. Every move Maurice had made was reckless, but not without intent. He wanted to provoke me. Trap me. Drag my name through the mud and hang me for crimes I hadn’t committed. That part was clear.But it wasn’t just about business anymore.It was about legacy.And I wasn’t about to let a snake like Maurice taint mine."We need every file Luna mentioned," I told Russ. "The offshore accounts, the contracts, all of it. Track any financial transactions tied to my name in the last six months, cross-reference them with foreign servers. Start with the Cayman Islands."Russ nodded and got to work.Sophia stood near the door, arms wrapped around herself. The oversized sweater swallowed her frame, but not the fi
—Sophia’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not really. Maybe I drifted off at some point, lulled by the faint hum of surveillance equipment and the warmth of Ethan’s jacket draped over me. But my mind never really shut down. Not when the world outside was sharpening its knives.Ethan hadn’t come back to the cot after Russ showed him that video. I knew he wouldn’t. That wasn’t how he worked. He stayed up, planning, watching, calculating a hundred steps ahead like the strategist he was—ruthless, cold, composed. And somehow, even with all that steel in his spine, I’d seen something else crack through.He touched my hand. Just briefly. But it was enough.I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The artificial lights had brightened again—morning, according to the bunker’s clock. It was morning but it didn't feel like it. It felt like time had stopped counting, and we were trapped in what seemed like something unexplainable. I found Ethan seated in front of the wall of screens. Back straight. Eyes fixed. Like a