LOGINESMERALDA'S POVI make the decision on a Tuesday.After my second therapy session.After another conversation with Damien that went nowhere.After staring at Julian's last voicemail for an hour without listening to it.I'm going to see him.One more time.Not for closure...Lila's right, closure is a myth.Not for revenge....though that's part of it.But because I need to look him in the eye and know:Am I over him?Or am I just pretending to be?************************I call Marcus first."I need you to set something up.""What kind of something?""A hotel suite. Hotel Carlyle. Private. Secure. I need it tomorrow night.""For?""Julian."Silence."Does Damien know about this?""Not yet. But he will.""Esmeralda—""Just set it up, Marcus. Please."He sighs. "Okay. What time?""8 PM. And Marcus?""Yeah?""I need it wired. Audio and video. Everything recorded."Another pause."You're going to seduce him. Get him on record.""Maybe. I don't know yet. I just—I need options.""Does this
LILA'S POVEsmeralda looks exhausted.We're at lunch...a quiet café in SoHo—and she's barely touched her food.Just pushing salad around her plate."You okay?" I ask."Define okay.""Fair point."She sets down her fork. "Therapy was hard. She asked me what I actually need from Julian to heal. And I don't know. I thought I knew. But now—""Now you're questioning everything.""Yes."I take a sip of coffee. "Can I be honest with you?""Always.""I don't think you need anything from Julian."She looks up. "What?""I don't think destroying him will fix anything. I think you're using revenge as a distraction from actual healing.""That's not—""It is. And you know it. That's why you're stalling. Why you haven't released the evidence yet. Why you keep going to therapy and asking the same questions."She's quiet."You think I'm wrong?" I ask."No. I think you're right. And I hate it.""Why do you hate it?""Because if revenge won't fix me, then I have to do the actual work. And the actual wor
ESMERALDA'S POV Dr. Chen's office is exactly what I expected. Warm lighting. Comfortable couch. Tissues strategically placed. She's in her fifties. Kind eyes. Professional smile. "Esmeralda. Thank you for coming. How are you feeling today?" Loaded question. "Conflicted." "About?" "Everything. My ex-husband. My current husband. Revenge. Healing. All of it." She nods. Writes something down. "Let's start with why you're here. What brought you to therapy?" I take a breath. "I lost a baby eight months ago. My husband—ex-husband—left me alone in the hospital. Filed for divorce while I was still grieving. Destroyed my father's company. Married someone else. And now I'm—" I stop. "I'm planning to destroy him back. And I don't know if that makes me strong or broken." "Why does it have to be one or the other?" "Because strong people don't need revenge. They heal and move on." "Says who?" The question catches me off guard. "Everyone?" "I think you'll find that's not true. Reveng
DAMIEN'S POV Marcus spreads the files across my desk. "This is everything. Every transaction. Every offshore account. Every email. It's airtight." I flip through the evidence. Eight years of planning. Condensed into manila folders. "When do we release it?" I ask. "That's up to you. Or—" He pauses. "Up to Esmeralda." Right. Esmeralda. The woman who's been distant for days. The woman who won't tell me what she's thinking. The woman who's still getting calls from Julian. "She needs to see him," I say. "One more time." "Why?" "Because she needs closure. Or revenge. Or—I don't know. She won't tell me." Marcus sits down. "Are you okay with that? Her seeing him?" "No. But I don't have a choice." "You always have a choice." "Do I? Because every time I suggest releasing the evidence now, finishing this without her having to see him again, she shuts down. Says she needs to do it her way." "And what's her way?" "I don't know. She won't tell me that either." Marcus is quiet fo
JULIAN'S POV I'm in my temporary apartment...the one I can barely afford—staring at my phone. Willing it to ring. It doesn't. My lawyer calls instead. "Julian. The board meeting is in an hour. You need to be there." "What's the point? They're voting me out anyway." "Maybe. But you should still show up. Defend yourself." "With what? I'm under a federal investigation. My assets are frozen. I have no defense." "Then at least go out with dignity." Dignity. I almost laugh. I lost my dignity months ago. "Fine. I'll be there." ********************* The board room feels like a funeral. Nine faces staring at me. Hargrove at the head of the table. "Julian. Thank you for coming." "Did I have a choice?" "Not really." He doesn't smile. "The board has reviewed the situation. The SEC investigation. The frozen assets. The public scrutiny. We've decided it's in the company's best interest if you step down as CEO effective immediately." I knew it was coming. Doesn't make it easier.
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 POVI see them the moment they step back inside.Damien Hale's hand is on her lower back on Esmeralda's bare skin, where that goddamn dress plunges. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips slightly swollen, her hair just disheveled enough to tell a story I don't want to read.They were outside fo
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 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
DAMIEN'S POVI knew kissing her would be dangerous.I didn't know it would be that dangerous.Even now, twenty minutes later, I can still taste her. Feel the way she melted into me, the small sound she made when I deepened the kiss, the way her fingers gripped my shirt like she was drowning and I w







