Mag-log inESMERALDA'S POVMorning comes too fast.I didn't sleep well.Kept replaying last night. Julian on his knees. Begging.The look on his face when I told him it was over.Part of me felt powerful.Part of me felt cruel.Both parts feel true.Damien's already up. Making coffee."How are you feeling?" he asks."Nervous. Ready. Terrified.""That's a lot of feelings.""It's a big day."Today we release everything.Today Julian's world ends.Today the revenge is complete.Marcus arrives at 9 AM.Spreads files across the dining table."Everything's ready. Legal team has reviewed it all. PR team knows what to say. We're coordinated with three major outlets—they'll all publish simultaneously at 2 PM.""What's the headline?" I ask.He shows me his laptop.VOSS INDUSTRIES CEO JULIAN VOSS CHARGED WITH FRAUD, TAX EVASION, SABOTAGEFederal Investigation Reveals $87 Million in Hidden Offshore AccountsThe subheadline reads:Evidence shows systematic fraud, including sabotage of rival Morrison Manufact
DAMIEN'S POV8:07 PM.She's with him now.In that hotel suite.Alone.I pour another drink.Third one in an hour.Marcus is calling. I don't answer.He knows where I am. Knows what I'm doing.Sitting at home. Drinking. Losing my mind.Because the woman I love is with her ex-husband.And I have to trust that she's not going back to him.Have to trust that this is strategy. Revenge. Nothing more.But trust is hard when you're picturing them together.*************************8:15 PM.My phone buzzes. Not her.Marcus again.I answer."What?""Just checking in. How are you holding up?""Fine.""Liar. You're drinking alone and spiraling. I can hear it in your voice.""What do you want me to say? That I'm thrilled my wife is in a hotel room with the man she used to be married to?""She's not going back to him.""You don't know that.""Yes, I do. Because I've seen the way she looks at you. The way she talks about you. She's in love with you, Damien. Not him.""Then why does she need to see
JULIAN'S POVI buy champagne.Dom Pérignon. The kind Esmeralda used to love.$400 I can't afford.But it doesn't matter.Tonight, I'm getting her back.I know the odds. Know she's probably just giving me closure.But there's a chance.However small.She wouldn't meet me in a hotel suite if there wasn't a chance.Would she?I get a haircut. Shave carefully. Put on the suit she always liked—the navy one.Check my reflection.I look thinner. Older. Tired.But presentable.Good enough.It has to be good enough.*************************My phone rings. Celeste.I don't answer.She's called six times today. Left three voicemails.All about the SEC investigation.About how they're coming after her too now.About how I "destroyed the family."I can't deal with her right now.Tonight is about Esmeralda.Only Esmeralda.********************I arrive at the Hotel Carlyle at 7:45.Fifteen minutes early.Too eager. I know.But I can't help it.The lobby is elegant. Expensive. Familiar.We stayed
ESMERALDA'S POVMarcus spreads the files across the conference table.Eight months of work.Hundreds of documents.All the evidence we need to destroy Julian Voss."This is everything," he says. "Offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. $87 million hidden from federal taxes. Wire transfers showing the sabotage payments to Morrison company insiders. Emails proving he knew about the fraud. Securities violations. Insider trading. All of it."I pick up one of the files.Read through it.It's damning. Completely damning."How did you get the emails?""We have someone on the inside. Someone Julian fired six months ago who was very motivated to help.""And it's all admissible?""Legal team says yes. We obtained it through proper channels. No illegal hacking. No stolen documents. Everything can be used."Damien's standing at the window. Silent."When do we release it?" I ask.Marcus looks at Damien."That's your call," Damien says without turning around.Mine.The decision is mine.I look at
JULIAN'S POVThree days since I saw Esmeralda.Three days since she promised to meet me again.Three days of waiting for a call that hasn't come.I'm in my apartment the temporary one, since I can't afford the penthouse anymore staring at my phone.It's 2 PM.I've checked it forty-seven times since noon.No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.Maybe she forgot.Maybe she changed her mind.Maybe she's with him.I throw the phone across the room.It hits the wall but doesn't break, I went to pick it.Check again.Still nothing.*************************Hargrove called this morning."Julian. We need to talk about your severance package.""What about it?""Given the SEC investigation and the circumstances of your departure, the board has decided to withhold it pending the outcome of the federal inquiry.""You can't do that.""We can. And we are. It's in the contract. Any severance is contingent on no criminal wrongdoing.""I haven't been charged with anything.""Yet. But when you are and l
CELESTE'S POVThe invitation arrives in the morning mail.Cream cardstock. Embossed lettering.the Metropolitan Museum GalaAnnual Benefit for the ArtsI've attended this gala for thirty years.I'm on the committee.I helped plan it.But this year, my name isn't on the list.I call Margaret Sinclair immediately."Margaret, darling. I think there's been a mistake. I didn't receive my invitation to the gala."Pause."Celeste. Yes. About that."My stomach drops."What about it?""The committee felt it would be best if you sat this year out. Given everything with Julian and the... situation."The situation.My son being removed as CEO. The scandals. The federal investigation.Me."I see.""It's not personal, you understand. It's just—optics.""Optics.""Yes. We have to be careful about our association with certain... controversies."Controversies.I've spent thirty years building my reputation in this city.Thirty years of charity work and social connections and carefully curated influen
ESMERALDA'S POVI wake to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the warm weight of Damien's arm across my waist.For a moment, I just lie there, disoriented.Then the memories flood back.The penthouse. The scotch. The contract.His bedroom. His hands. His mouth.*Oh god.*I slept
ESMERALDA'S POVDamien's hands are everywhere.Sliding down my sides, gripping my hips, pulling me closer like he can't get close enough.I've forgotten what it feels like to be wanted like this. With this kind of intensity. This kind of hunger.Julian's touch became perfunctory toward the end. Rou
ESMERALDA'S POVDamien's bedroom is exactly what I expected minimalist, expensive, impersonal.Except for the way he's looking at me right now. There's nothing impersonal about that.He sets me down at the edge of the bed, his hands sliding from my waist to cup my face. His thumbs brush across my c
ESMERALDA'S POVThree days later, I'm back at Damien's penthouse.This time it's not midnight after a gala. It's eight PM on a Thursday, and we're supposed to be discussing logistics for the upcoming charity auction where we'll make our second public appearance as a "couple."But first, he said, we







