MasukLYSANDER'S POV: He pulls back. His eyes are wet. "I love you, Dad," he says. "I love you too, son.” * * ELARA'S POV: * * I am sitting on the couch, holding my mother's hand, and I feel like I can finally breathe. The weight that has been pressing down on my chest for days is finally lifting. The fear that has been living inside me is finally fading. My parents know. They know about us. And they do not hate me. I look at Alistair. He is sitting beside me, his hand in mine. His eyes are bright with relief. He looks like a man who has just been given a second chance. I look at my mother and she is smiling. "Elara," she says. "I want you to know something. I have always loved you. I will always love you. And I will always support you." I squeeze her hand. "Thank you, Mom." She leans in and hugs me again. "We will get through this," she says. "Together. As a family." I nod. I believe her. My father stands up. He walks over to Alistair and puts his hand on hi
CELESTINE'S POV: "And it is not because of who you love," I continue. "But because you did not trust me enough to tell me." She starts to cry. "I am sorry. I was so scared. I thought you would hate me. I thought you would hate us." I pull her into my arms. I hold her tight. "Elara," I say. "I am still your mother. I will always love you. Both of you." I look at Alistair. His gray eyes are wet. "You and him are not related," I say. "Not by blood. So I do not see the harm. If you love each other, then that is all that matters." Elara hugs me tight. Her whole body is shaking. "Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you, Mom." I hold her. I stroke her hair. I think about all the years we have spent together. All the tears, all the laughter, betrayals and all the love. "You are my daughter," I say. "I will always love you." * * LYSANDER'S POV: * * I watch my wife embrace my daughter, and I feel something shift inside me. A knot in my stomach that has be
CELESTINE'S POV:A Few Days Later…The car pulls up to Alistair's London penthouse, and I sit for a moment, staring at the modern glass building that rises against the gray sky. The tall structure gleams cold and sharp in the dim afternoon light. The city hums around us, traffic and sirens and the distant murmur of millions of lives being lived. But inside this car, there is only silence. A heavy, suffocating silient that feels like it might snap at any second.Lysander is beside me. He reaches over and takes my hand. His fingers are warm and steady, grounding me in a way that only he can."Are you ready?" he asks.I squeeze his fingers. "I have to be."We get out of the car. The doorman recognizes us and ushers us inside without a word. The elevator ride is silent, the soft buzz of the machinery the only sound. I watch the numbers climb higher and higher, digital red digits flashing on the wall, and I feel my heart pound harder and harder against my ribs.I do not know what I
ELARA'S POV: Every picture feels like a violent invasion, proving that someone was hiding nearby, watching our private moments through a camera lens. The article is filled with speculation and scandal. It calls our relationship incestuous. It calls us disgusting. It calls the Ashcroft family a den of secrets and lies. "Shocking Secrets of the Ashcroft Family Exposed." "Incest Scandal Rocks Ashcroft Family." My phone buzzes again. And again. And again. The notifications keep coming. Messages from friends and colleagues and people I have not spoken to in years. The comments are brutal. People who know nothing about our lives or our history feel completely justified typing out awful insults under every picture. "I cannot believe you would do that." "You are disgusting." "How could you sleep with your own brother?" "Shame on you." I feel sick. I feel dizzy. I feel like I am going to throw up. The air leaves my lungs all at once, making my head spin as I try despera
VIVIENNE'S POV: I pick up my phone. I dial the number of the same tabloid reporter who ran my first story. Her name is Patricia. She is a vulture, a scavenger, a woman who would sell her own mother for a good story. She is perfect. I wait as the line rings three times, my heart beating with a dark, bitter excitement in my chest as she finally picks my call. Nonsense. "I have something even bigger," I say. "Something that will destroy the Ashcroft family forever." She is interested. Of course she is interested. She cannot resist a scandal. "What is it?" she asks, her voice sharp with anticipation. "Elara Ashcroft-Valancourt and Alistair Ashcroft," I say. "They are lovers. They have been having a secret incestuous affair for weeks. The whole family has been hiding it." There is a pause on the other end of the line. I can practically hear her salivating. "Do you have proof?" she asks. "I have photos," I say. "I have evidence. I have everything you need." I send her th
VIVIENNE'S POV:I am so fucking furious.I slam my phone down onto the small wooden table, almost cracking the plastic cover as my breath comes out in ragged, angry gasps.That is not a strong enough word. I am incandescent. I am raging. I am burning with a fury that has been building for decades, a fury that has been simmering beneath the surface of my carefully constructed facade, waiting for the moment when I could finally let it loose.My knuckles turn white as I clench my fists so tightly that my fingernails dig straight into my palms.Celestine has outmaneuvered me. Just like she always does. Just like she has been doing since the day she walked into my son's life and stole him away from me. She has humiliated me on national television. She has exposed my secrets. She has destroyed my reputation.She stood up there at that podium looking so righteous, handing out private papers as if she had every right in the world to judge me.The headlines are everywhere. They are spl
KIER'S POV:I pour myself a drink and I sit in the dark and I wait for her to come back.She always comes back.But she does not come back.A week passes. Then another. The penthouse stays empty. My calls go straight to voicemail. My texts go unanswered. I send messages through her email, through s
She watched from the window as her father walked out to greet him.August Valancourt shook Lysander's hand with both of his, the way he did with people he truly respected, and he said something that made Lysander nod solemnly. Then her mother appeared, and Isabelle kissed Lysander on both cheeks, t
The first time Kier met Sable Morwenna was at a charity gala about six months after his father died.He was standing by the bar, looking miserable, drinking too much and wishing he could leave. And then this woman just appeared next to him, like she had materialized out of thin air."You look like
Celestine started cooking at three in the afternoon, flour on her hands, music playing low from her phone and the smell of tomatoes and garlic filling the whole penthouse.She made the sauce from scratch, the way her grandmother taught her when she was maybe ten years old. She rolled out the pasta







