LOGINISLA'S POV
I didn't see Elena move. One second she was leaning against the crates, and the next her hand had fisted in my hair, yanking hard enough that my vision blurred white at the edges, a cry tearing out of me before I could stop it."Let go of me!" I clawed at her wrist, but Camille was already there too, gripping my other arm, and between the two of them I had no leverage, no footing, nothing but the humiliating scrape of my own heels against concrete as they draggedISLA'S POVI hadn't said a word since the basement.Thea hadn't pushed, not on the drive to her flat, not while she was fussing over blankets and pulling the curtains shut against the last of the evening light. She just moved around me quietly, the way you'd move around something fragile you weren't sure how to hold, and I let her, because I didn't trust my own voice not to crack the moment I used it.I couldn't go home. Couldn't face my mother, couldn't watch her eyes go soft with worry the second she saw my raw hands, couldn't explain any of it without unraveling completely. Thea's sofa, with its mismatched cushions and the blanket she kept draped over the back for exactly nights like this, felt like the only place I could fall apart without an audience I needed to protect."Hey." Thea sat down beside me, careful, voice gentle in a way that made my throat tighten further. "Are you okay?"I nodded. It was a lie, and we both knew it, but
DARE'S POVI didn't knock. I shoved Julian's office door open hard enough that it cracked against the wall, and he barely had time to look up from his desk before I was on him, hauling him up by the collar of his shirt."Was it you?" My voice came out lower than I intended, more dangerous. "Did you set that up?""Darian—" Julian's hands came up, more startled than afraid, though the smirk hadn't fully left his face even now. "What on earth are you—""Don't." I shoved him back against the wall, forearm braced against his chest, close enough to see the flicker of surprise finally register behind his eyes. "The basement. Isla. Someone spoofed my number, someone with access to building security, someone who knew exactly when the Voss cousins would have motive and opportunity. Was it you?""Dare—" Finn's voice, urgent, from the doorway. "You're still in the office. Half the floor can see through that glass wall. Whatever this is, it cannot hap
ISLA'S POVI don't know how long I sat there in the amber dark before I heard it — footsteps, fast and heavy, followed by voices raised somewhere beyond the door, muffled but unmistakably furious. Then a crash, the sound of something being forced, metal groaning against metal, and the door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall behind it.Dare stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes moving over the room in a single sweep before landing on me — glued to a chair, hands raw, mascara no doubt tracked down my face from tears I hadn't fully registered crying."Isla." He was across the room before I could say anything, crouching in front of me, his hands hovering over mine like he wasn't sure whether touching them would hurt me further. "What did they do to you?""I'm fine," I managed, though my voice betrayed exactly how untrue that was.Finn appeared in the doorway a beat later, phone still in hand, breathless. "Thea found me in the
ISLA'S POVI didn't see Elena move. One second she was leaning against the crates, and the next her hand had fisted in my hair, yanking hard enough that my vision blurred white at the edges, a cry tearing out of me before I could stop it."Let go of me!" I clawed at her wrist, but Camille was already there too, gripping my other arm, and between the two of them I had no leverage, no footing, nothing but the humiliating scrape of my own heels against concrete as they dragged me toward a metal folding chair set in the middle of the room like it had been placed there deliberately."Sit," Elena said, shoving me down into it.The moment my hands landed on the armrests, I felt it — something cold and tacky clinging to my palms, my skin catching against the metal in a way that made my stomach turn. I tried to lift my hands and couldn't, not fully, some sick adhesive holding them fast."What did you do?" My voice cracked with fury and fear in equ
ISLA'S POV A week after and things between I and Dare is still cold, but i do not care. The Voss cousins arrived in London looking like they'd never spent a week apart from Spain's sunlight, immaculate and composed, settling into the boardroom like they hadn't spent the last visit tearing me apart in front of an audience. Victor sat at the head of the table this time, flanked by Dare and Julian, with Finn beside me taking notes and Elena and Camille across from us, all pleasant smiles and polished terms. The meeting went smoothly — almost eerily so. Numbers were confirmed, timelines agreed upon, hands shaken across the table with the kind of practiced warmth that made yesterday's chaos feel like it belonged to different people entirely. Camille barely glanced my way. Elena was courteous, professional, nothing like the woman who'd needled me about wearing consequences that weren't mine. By the time everyone filed out of the boardroom, I le
MARGOT'S POVThe night rush had thinned to its usual lull, the kind of quiet I'd grown to treasure over the years — just the hum of the kitchen behind me and the soft clink of cutlery from the last few tables. I was wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimed, and I looked up expecting a regular.I did not expect her.I recognized the coat before I recognized the face — the kind of tailored elegance that didn't belong in a place like mine, all soft lighting and mismatched chairs collected over a decade of making do. But it was the face that stopped my hands entirely. I'd seen it multiple times before, in photographs Isla had shown me once, in a magazine spread about the Blackthorne family I'd read years ago with no particular reason to remember it, and the face that always tormented me at work; Irena Blackthorne, Dare's mother."Good evening," I managed, setting down my cloth, smoothing my apron out of some old instinct toward hos
ISLA'S POV I stood up slowly, the earlier humiliation fueling my own fire. “Working, Julian. Something I desperately needed to do.”He crossed the distance in three long strides, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward a quieter corner near the massive windows overlooking London’s skyline. “I told y
ISLA'S POVThe ring on my finger felt like ice.I stared down at it, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it over the low hum of the restaurant. My mouth had opened, the word “yes” balancing on my tongue like a white flag. I was tired of fighting. I was jobless, terrified fo
ISLA'S POV I stared at the imposing glass tower of the Blackthorne Group, my stomach twisting into knots. The morning sun glinted off the building like a mocking smile, reminding me exactly where I stood—far below the people inside.Swallowing my pride tasted like ash. Yesterday, after the disaste
ISLA'S POVThe morning sun filtered through my bedroom curtains, but I couldn't bring myself to face it.I hadn’t told my mother about losing my job yet. When she had called me early this morning, her voice bright with the bustling sounds of her restaurant kitchen in the background, the truth choke







