เข้าสู่ระบบAlicia's POV I don't remember the drive. One moment I was pulling out of the estate. Next, I was parked beside Elena's building. The engine was off. My hands still on the wheel. I looked down. They were shaking. I tried to make them stop. Couldn't. I got out. The folder sat on the passenge
Edward's POV The gates swung open before I reached them. I drove through. The driveway curved ahead—trees lining both sides, shadows stretching across the stone. The house rose at the end, glass catching the afternoon light, everything in its place. Except for her car. The space in front of the
Alicia's POV The floor was cold under me. I didn’t remember sitting down, but the folder had already been open in my lap for minutes, pages shuffled, my hands moving almost on instinct. Smoothing the fourth page again, flattening the crease down the center, trying to make sense of something that h
Edward’s POV The revolving doors of Valentine Tower spun behind me as I stepped into the lobby. Marble. Glass. The low hum of controlled efficiency. The investor meeting had run long. Three hours of posturing, reassurances, and carefully worded commitments. But it was done. The deal was locked. M
I pulled into the underground garage. My hands were still shaking as I parked in a visitor spot. I sat there for a moment. Engine running. Breathing hard. Then I got out. The elevator ride up felt endless. I watched the numbers climb. My reflection stared back at me in the gleaming steel—hair loo
"Targeted." I kept my voice even. "Just me." She didn't answer. "Why?" "The decision came from executive coordination." I watched her face. The way her eyes wouldn't quite meet mine. "What does that mean?" I asked. "It means the directive was finalized at a senior level." "Which level?" She







