LOGINALISTAIR'S POV:He is sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, his shoulders slumped. He looks so tired and broken.I do not know what to say. I do not know how to tell him that his daughter who is also my sister is a traitor.I take a breath. I walk toward him. I stop in front of his desk."Dad," I say.He looks up and his gray eyes are red."Alistair? What are you doing still up?""I need to show you something dad."I open my laptop. I pull up the screenshot. I turn the screen toward him.He looks at it and after some minutes his face goes white and his hands start shaking."Elara?" he whispers. "Our own Elara?"I nod my head and my voice is steady.He stares at me. His mouth opens and closes but no words come out. He looks like he has been punched in the gut. He looks like the world has just collapsed around him.I think about my mother. About the stories she told me about her first marriage. About Kier Thornwell and the thousand times she forgave him. About the lies and the cru
ALISTAIR'S POV:I have been reading computer science books since I was six.That is not an exaggeration. My parents have photographs of me sitting on the floor of the library, surrounded by books that most adults would not understand, my small fingers tracing the diagrams of code and algorithms. They thought it was cute. They thought it was a phase. They did not realize that I was actually learning, actually absorbing, actually becoming something that most people would not understand.I am fourteen now. I can hack into systems that would take adults days to crack. I can write code that makes people weep with envy. I can find things that people do not want found.And now, I am going to use those skills to prove that my sister is a traitor.I sit in my room with my door locked, the lights dim because it's night time, my laptop open on my desk. My laptop screen glows in the darkness, casting blue light across my very handsome face, lol, I am handsome. My fingers hover over the keyboard.
ALISTAIR'S POV:I wake up to the sound of shouting.I am out of bed before I am fully awake, my feet carrying me to the door, my hand reaching for the handle. I open it and I step into the hallway.The house is in disarray. Security is everywhere. Voices are raised. Phones are ringing. I can see my mother at the bottom of the stairs, her face pale, her hands pressed to her belly.I run down the stairs. I grab my mother's arm."Mom, what happened?""There has been an explosion," she says. "At the shipping headquarters. Three people are injured."I feel something cold settle in my chest."Where is Dad?""He went to the scene."I nod. I do not know what else to say. My mind is racing, trying to make sense of everything that is happening.I look around the room and see the fear and the confusion.And I notice something.Elara is standing in the corner. She is not afraid. She is not confused. She is calm. Completely and utterly calm. She is watching the mess with something that looks almos
Months Later…LYSANDER'S POV:The call comes at 7:32 AM.I am in the shower when my phone starts buzzing on the counter. I ignore it at first, letting the hot water wash over me, letting myself have just a few more seconds of peace before the chaos of the day begins. But the buzzing does not stop. It keeps going, insistent and urgent, and something about the sound makes my stomach clench.I step out of the shower. Water drips down my chest. I grab the phone and I see the name on the screen: Mark, head of Valancourt security.I answer."Mr. Ashcroft," he says, and his voice is wrong. Too tight. Too strained. "There has been an explosion at the Valancourt shipping headquarters. Three people are injured. The building is heavily damaged."The words hit me like a physical blow. I grip the counter to steady myself."What happened?""We do not know yet. The fire department is on scene. The police are investigating. But there are no leads, no fingerprints, no CCTV footage in fact nothing."I
ELARA'S POV:I wait until the house is quiet.The clock on my nightstand glows 1:47 AM. Everyone is asleep. I can hear the soft hum of the heating system. I have been lying in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, waiting for this moment.I pull out my phone. My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding. I dial the number that I have memorized, the number that is etched into my memory like a scar since that letter was delivered to me.It rings once. Twice. Three times.Then his voice, low and rough and accented. "Elara. I was wondering when you would call."I press the phone closer to my ear. My voice is barely a whisper."It is working," I say. "They are turning on each other. Alistair hates me. Athena is suspicious of what I did but she cannot prove anything or accuse me because she has no evidence. Celestine is becoming more exhausted and confused. She does not know who to believe anymore."Vladimir's voice is warm with approval. "Good. Very good. You are doing exactly what I ask
LYSANDER'S POV: I hold my wife and I feel the weight of her exhaustion. She is trying to hold everyone together. She is trying to be the glue that keeps this family from falling apart. But the cracks are spreading, and I do not know if she can fix them. My thoughts was everywhere, especially on Elara and about the fall. About the accusation. I think about Isabelle and the kettle. I think about the way Athena looks at Elara now, like she is waiting for the other shoe to drop. I do not know what is happening. I do not know why Elara is doing this. But I know that something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. I kiss Celestine's forehead. "You need to rest," I say. "The baby is coming. You need to take care of yourself." "I cannot rest," she says. "There is too much to do." "There is always too much to do. But you are no good to anyone if you collapse." She looks up at me. Her brown eyes are red. "I am scared, Lysander." "Scared of what?" "Scared of losing them. Scared of
CELESTINE'S POV:The crowd applauds. I blow Maxwell a kiss and he pretends to catch it and tuck it into his pocket and the whole room laughs again.Athena gives a speech too, and it surprises everyone, probably including herself."I will admit something," she says, standing at the podium with her g
CELESTINE'S POV:My father places my hand in Lysander's and steps back. Lysander's fingers close around mine, warm and steady, and I feel something settle in my chest, something that feels like peace."You are beautiful," he whispers."You are not so bad yourself," I whisper back.The priest begins
CELESTINE'S POV:Kier's face goes red. His hands curl into fists. For a moment, I think he might swing at Lysander, might start a fight right here in the hallway of the Dorchester Hotel with two hundred guests waiting in the ballroom.But he does not. He just stands there, shaking with rage and gri
CELESTINE'S POV: It's messy and hot, his mouth devouring mine between thrusts, swallowing my gasps, one hand braced on the bench arm for leverage, the other kneading my breast through the half-open bodice, pinching the nipple. The roses brush our sides, petals catching in my hair, their perfume mi







