LOGINMom claps. “See? Good sense.”Dad groans, drops into a chair, and rubs his forehead. “Fine. Sparklers. But I get to choose the color.”“Deal,” I say, leaning over to kiss his temple. He pretends not to smile but I see it anyway.I never thought I would have this again—a father who tries, really trie
Maya’s POVFrance changed me. I did not expect it to. I thought all I wanted was revenge, a reckoning, a balancing of the scales that would make everything feel right again. But standing at the kitchen window of our townhouse with the late-morning sun warming the old stone, watching Oscar toddle aft
After a few minutes, Emma sits beside me, nudging my shoulder. “How are you really,” she asks, her voice softening.I smile. “Good. Really good. For the first time, everything feels... quiet.”“You deserve quiet.”I nod, my eyes warming. “He is different now. Softer. Present. You should see him read
Emily’s POVSix Months LaterI wake before the alarm, before the morning light even filters through the curtains, to a soft flutter beneath my ribs. A tiny kick, gentle but unmistakably there. I smile into the pillow, pressing my palm over the swell of my stomach. The baby is awake, stretching, gree
Damian’s POVI do not think I exhaled until the plane door shut behind us.No reporters.No blinking notifications.No family emergencies.No corporate disasters waiting like open jaws behind every email.Just Emily beside me, fingers loosely threaded with mine, her head resting on my shoulder as if
Emily’s POVThe morning light over the farm looks unreal, soft as milk, drifting across the grass in wide strokes that make everything glow. It is the kind of light you only see on days you remember forever. A gentle breeze carries the smell of lilac and fresh earth, the decorations swaying slightly
Albert’s POVThe Nonthaburi villa hums with the quiet, predatory energy of men preparing for a hunt. Not a rescue mission, not a panicked scramble, but a deliberate tightening of ropes around a target who keeps slipping, slipping, slipping through everyone else’s fingers. Not mine. Never mine. The b
Jonathan’s POVJonathan hadn’t expected it to feel like this.He thought time and distance might have softened whatever ache he still carried for Charlotte—thought that seeing her again, after everything, would bring only calm professionalism. But the moment he stepped into that suite and she turned
“Tokyo?” He looked at her like she’d gone mad. “You can’t just hop on a plane! That’s the first place they’ll look for you!”“Good,” she snapped. “Then maybe they’ll stop looking for me here.”Schwartz rubbed his temple. “You think this is a game, don’t you? You think freedom means ignoring every wa
“She’s not his fiancée,” Nathan interrupted.Jonathan smirked slightly. “Relax, it’s pretend.”Charlotte rolled her eyes. “I can play along, if it helps.”Damian gave her a grateful nod. “Good. We’ll act normal—laugh, talk, spend money. Albert’s people are watching, and they’ll be tracking any signs







