Georgia & Henry’s POVThe moment the door slammed shut behind Donald, quiet swallowed the room. My chest heaved, my heart beating like war drums. Henry stood only a few feet away, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something darker, something that looked far too much like desire. “Was he touching you?” His voice was a growl, low and dangerous. I flinched. “Don’t you dare twist this, Henry. Donald was there when no one else was. He saved me when you” “When I what?” His body pushed closer, his presence swallowing mine. “When I failed you? When did I trust the wrong person? Or when I couldn’t tear you out of my head no matter how hard I tried?” His words hit me like fire, burning and exhilarating at once. “You think pain is love?” My voice trembled, half with anger, half with desire I loathed. “You left me in a cell, Henry. You believed her over me. Do you even understand what that did to me?” His jaw got tight. For a moment, I thought he’d burst. But instead,
Georgia’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was the warmth of Donald’s hand resting gently over mine. For a moment, I forgot the world outside. No jail walls. No claims. No Henry. Only the steady comfort of a man who had chosen to stand by me when everyone else turned away. But peace never stayed long in my life. “You deserve better than this,” Donald said quietly, his words breaking the silence. His eyes, dark and serious, searched mine. “Better than the way Henry treated you. Better than the lies, the humiliation, the jail cell he left you in.” I held my breath. His words cut deep, not because they were mean, but because they were true. I mumbled, “And what do you think I deserve, Donald?” His grip tightened, as though the answer might decide his fate. “Me,” he said simply. “You deserve me.” I turned away, my chest tightening. His confession hung heavy in the air. For years, Donald had been the figure in the background, my quiet guardian, my secret weaknes
Henry’s POVThe first crack in Mary’s story came not from her words but from a single paper buried in a pile of company reports. I stared at the numbers under the dim light of my office, the city skyline stretching forever behind me, as if mocking my blindness. How could I have missed this? The accounts didn’t lie. Funds were disappearing quietly, deliberately, in amounts small enough to avoid suspicion but large enough to weaken us over time. And every path, every name, every authorization… led back to Mary. I squeezed the papers in my hand until they crumpled, the sound echoing like thunder in the quiet. When she had sworn to me that Georgia was the spy, that Georgia had planned everything, I believed her. I let myself believe because it was easier to hate Georgia than to question my own mother. But now “Why would she do this?” I whispered to myself, the taste of treason heavy on my tongue. The door to my office opened softly. My helper stepped in, uncertainty in his ey
Georgia’s POVThe cell door screeched open, metal against metal, pulling me from an uncomfortable half-sleep on the hard bench. “Pack up,” the guard barked. “You’re being released.” For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My heart slammed inside my chest. Released? How? Henry? I stumbled to my feet, chains of shame still heavy even though my wrists were bare. My mind spun as I followed the guard down the noisy hallway. And then I saw him. Donald. He leaned easily against the wall near the front desk, arms crossed, his confident smile lighting up the clean gray around him. “Miss me?” he asked softly, his voice warm like a blanket thrown over frozen skin. The air left my lungs in a rush. “Youwhat are you doing here?” “Saving you, apparently,” he said, stepping closer. His eyes scanned my face, noticing every bruise of tiredness. “You didn’t think I’d let you rot in there, did you?” My throat tightened. I wanted to feel only thankfulness, but a storm of feelings swir
Henry’s POV“You’re breaking yourself in half for a woman who is nothing but trouble.”My mother’s words cut like ice the moment I stepped into her study. She was already sitting, her stance sharp and regal, fingers wrapped around a teacup she had no intention of drinking. I hadn’t even closed the door behind me before the judging started. “She’s sitting in a cell, Henry,” she continued, eyes cutting me like a blade. “What more proof do you need? Do you want the whole world to think you’ve picked a thief as your partner? Do you want your family’s name dragged through the dirt?” I clenched my jaw so hard it ached. “She didn’t do it.” The laugh that left her was small and cruel. “Darling, the police have evidence. Your board is angry. Shareholders are asking for your head. Do you understand what this means for Donovan Enterprises if you protect her?” “She’s not guilty!” My voice rose before I could stop it. “I know her. I’ve looked her in the eyes. She couldn’t…” My w
Georgia’s POVThe banging on the door was so loud it shook the walls. I froze mid-step, my coffee cup slipping from my hand and breaking on the marble floor. My heart thudded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Open up! Police!” The words cut through the air like a blade. I swallowed hard, muttering to myself, No… this can’t be happening. Not now. When the door burst open, men in dark uniforms stormed in, their faces stone cold. They surrounded me before I could even breathe. One of them stepped forward, his words firm. “Georgia Knight, you are under arrest for embezzling company funds belonging to Donovan Enterprises.” The world turned. My knees buckled, but I grabbed the back of the chair to keep myself standing. “That’s… that’s impossible!” My voice cracked. “I’ve never touched Henry’s accounts. You’re making a mistake!” The cop didn’t move. “We have evidence of wire transfers to your account. Signed under your authorization.” I shook my head furiously. “No!