LOGINGabby’s POV
The more I thought about what he just said, the harder his words hit me like a slap across the face. A girl? He loves a girl? My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered against the plate when I saw the look on his face. He wasn't joking. The sound was too loud in the sudden silence that dropped over the dining room. Mom’s eyes went wide with delight instantly at the news. Dad actually grinned, that big, proud smile he saved for when one of the guys did something “manly” or responsible. Julian leaned forward, elbows on the table, already laughing like this was the best news he’d heard all year. “Oh my God, Aiden!” Mom clapped her hands together. “You’ve found a girl? Are you ready to settle down now? That’s wonderful! When do we meet her? Tell us everything!” Dad was nodding so hard I thought his head might fall off. “Finally settling down with one girl, huh? About time, son. We’ve been waiting for this day.” Julian punched Aiden’s shoulder lightly. “Look at you, big guy. Locked down. I guess I’m the only player now.” Everyone was buzzing, chairs shifting, questions flying…What’s her name? How long have you been together? Is she coming for dinner tomorrow?…like we were all in some happy family commercial. Like this was normal. Like the world wasn’t cracking open right under my feet. I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt too tight, like someone had wrapped barbed wire around my ribs and was pulling it tighter with every second. Is this supposed to be a good thing? The word kept looping in my head, louder and louder. He was in love with someone…and maybe soon, he’ll be talking about marrying her? Some other woman was going to get his ring, his last name, his dick, his mornings, his nights, the way he groaned when he came… No. Fuck that. There's no way I'm letting that happen. I’d been destroying his flings since I turned sixteen, and I wasn’t about to stop now. Not when it mattered this much. It's safe to say that I was the reason none of his girlfriends stayed longer than a few days. I still remembered the first one. Her name was Chloe. All glossy hair, soft laughter, and that effortless confidence that made people think she belonged anywhere she stepped. Especially in our house. Aiden was twenty-four then, fresh out of high school, and she was his very first real crush. The first girl he looked at like she mattered. I’d hated her instantly. Not because of anything she did… But because of how easily she fit into his life. I’d watched them from the staircase the day she came over…her giggling at everything he said, her hand sliding into his back pocket like she owned him. It made me sick. So I fixed it. I didn’t confront her. That would’ve been messy. Obviously. No…sixteen-year-old me had been smarter than that. I let her settle in first. Let her get comfortable. Let her believe she’d already won. Then I slipped in right where it would hurt the most. A careless comment here. A quiet “accidental” reveal there. Nothing loud. Nothing dramatic. Just enough. Just enough to make her question him. Just enough to make her feel stupid for trusting him. I made it sound like a pattern…like she wasn’t special, just the latest in a long line of girls he got bored of. I didn’t accuse him of anything outright…I didn’t need to. Doubt does the real damage. By the time I was done, she was watching him differently. Every word he said, every touch, every smile…she was second-guessing all of it. And once that crack forms? It spreads. Fast. She didn’t fight for him. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t try to fix anything. She just…left. Blocked him everywhere like he’d done something unforgivable. I remember how confused he’d been. The frustration. The way he kept checking his phone like it might magically explain itself. He never figured it out. He never did. And me? I stood back and watched it all fall apart…knowing all it took was a few well-placed words. I’d smiled into my pillow that night, heart racing with victory. That was just the beginning. After that it got easier. A fake text from a “pregnant ex” here. A whispered comment about how Aiden “still called me his little girl” there. One time I even paid someone to show up at his apartment in London wearing nothing but his old varsity jacket and instructed her to tell the girl he was seeing that she was “the reason he could never really commit.” She packed her bags before breakfast. Every single time, I made sure I was the poison in the well. Because he was mine. He’d been mine since I was born. No one else got to have him. Not ever. And now this? This new love interest? I was going to burn it to the ground before she even stepped foot in this house. Aiden turned to me then, that easy, crooked smile on his face like he had no idea he was ripping my heart out. “Kiddo, are you excited to meet my girl? You know…she could be your sister-in-law if it works out.” Kiddo? I'm a fucking adult! The word snapped something inside me. I shot up so fast my chair scraped back across the hardwood with a screech that made everyone flinch. My hands were shaking. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck again, the same heat from earlier when I’d come with his name on my lips. “You’re not my brother,” I said, voice low and sharp, each word cutting through the happy little bubble they’d built around the table. “So why the hell would your dumb girlfriend be my sister-in-law?” The silence that followed was deafening as all eyes turned towards me. Mom’s smile dropped. “Gabriella—” Dad’s face went from proud to thunderous in a heartbeat. “Gabby, apologize to your brother. Right now. That is completely out of line.” “He is not my brother!” I screamed, not even bothering to look at them. My eyes were locked on Aiden. Those ice-blue eyes that had been watching me my whole life, the ones I’d pictured between my legs less than an hour ago. He looked… surprised. Hurt, maybe. Good. Let him feel a fraction of what I was feeling. I shoved my chair in harder than necessary. “And no. I won’t be apologizing for stating facts!” Then I turned and walked away before anyone could stop me, heels of my bare feet slapping against the floor. The hallway stretched long and dark in front of me, the old money silence wrapping around me like it always did…thick walls, heavier secrets. I could hear Mom calling my name behind me, Dad muttering something about “teenage hormones,” Julian trying to laugh it off like it was just Gabby being Gabby. But I didn’t stop. I took the stairs two at a time, pulse hammering in my ears, tears burning behind my eyes that I refused to let fall. He has fallen in love with someone new? Fine. I’d destroy this one too. Just like all the others. Only this time I wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left. Because Aiden Calder wasn’t ever going to have a girlfriend as long as I'm alive. Not if I had anything to say about it. I was about to shut the door when a foot pushed in, stopping it. I looked up…and there he was. Aiden.Aiden’s POVBy the time we reached the hospital, I had already filled Julian in…mostly.The investigation. The orphanage fire. Abel. The Whitmores. The reason I went to Boston. The painting of my own face hanging in a stripped room like a threat with a frame. I told him I didn’t know what was real anymore…especially about Daisy. Although I didn’t go into details about that because all I had were just speculations. We stayed in the car a little longer after Julian parked in the hospital lot.His hands were still tight around the steering wheel as he took everything in.“And Gabby?” he asked quietly. “How does she come into all of this? Why go after Gabby? Why not me? Or Mom? Or Dad? Is it just a coincidental threat landing on her… or is there something you’re not telling me, Aiden?”The question sat between us like a live wire and I clenched my jaw.“If there’s something else I should know,” he continued, voice low and steady in a way that was somehow worse than shouting, “you have t
Aiden’s POVI gulped as Ethan’s voice kept filling the car, unaware that Julian and I were locked in a staring contest on our end.Julian’s gaze was cold and questioning…like he was giving me one clean chance to come clean on my own before he forced it. Me? I felt cold inside, like I had swallowed the iceberg the Titanic hit. Damn. How could this much detonate in one day? All I wanted was a private helicopter, a straight line to New York, and Gabby in my arms long enough to prove she is still whole…kissing every inch of her skin just to reassure myself that she’s okay.And then the other voice in my head cut in, sharp and disgusted.‘Damn you, Aiden. How do you still have the guts to think about holding her and kissing her fears away when you haven’t dealt with the fear sitting next to you?’“Jules…” I started, clearing my throat, trying for casual and landing nowhere near it. I had no idea what to say or where to begin. He is clearly waiting for an explanation…why someone was threa
Aiden’s POVWe decided to go after discussing it for a few more minutes.Out of curiosity. Not because we cared so much.At least not me. I agreed to it just because she has a lot of questions to answer.First, I wanted to ask her who she really is. Why did she approach me as Daisy and not Chloe? What happened to the real Daisy? I had questions stacked like unpaid debts, and it was starting to feel like she held more answers than she was willing to spend. Who is she, really? How did she get hold of Julian’s number when it wasn’t some emergency contact like 911? Why call Julian and not me? Did she want us at each other’s throats on purpose? What is her endgame?We were inside the car with Julian driving towards the hospital when my phone rang on my lap.It lit up, and his eyes went to the screen even before mine did. I watched his hands tighten on the steering wheel when he read the name of the caller.Gabby.I noticed the way he clenched his jaw and I gulped quietly. Did he suspect
Aiden’s POVWe were already home and I couldn’t stop pacing.My room suddenly felt too small for the noise in my head. I scratched through my hair for the one hundredth time, phone burning in my other hand while I waited for a call back that refused to come.Ben.He had to know something. Anything. He had been older. He had seen more of the orphanage’s damage and should have some answers to the questions in my head. If Daisy was lying…or if Daisy wasn’t Daisy at all…Ben should be able to remember something related to that. But when Daisy and I visited his home, he didn’t seem to act strange or doubt Daisy’s identity. So which is it?The call went straight to voicemail.I left a message anyway. ‘Hey Ben, it’s Aiden Calder. There’s something important I need to confirm from you. Call me as soon as you can.’Andy’s investigation into her hadn’t shown anything abnormal when he reported it before the meeting. Clean enough that I had signed it off as what it looked like on the surface…a
Aiden’s POVI turned around so sharply the car door nearly took my shoulder with it.Daisy squirmed back half a step, like my gaze alone had teeth.“What do you mean by that?” I asked out loud.My voice came out low and flat. Dangerous in a way I didn’t bother softening. Julian froze beside the rear bumper, watching both of us like a hawk. Daisy’s mouth trembled immediately she tried to speak. Tears still clung to her lashes, but the performance edge had thinned into something rawer.“I’m not joking this time,” she said quickly. “I know I’ve been… a little too pushy with my attitude and all. Following you…showing up wherever you are, I know how it looks. But it’s mostly because I’m—” Her breath snagged. “I’m really terrified.”My hand left the car handle entirely. I turned fully, fists shoved deep into my pockets so she wouldn’t see them shake. Julian moved without being asked and came to stand beside me. For that, I was more grateful than I had words for. He didn’t choose the space
Aiden’s POVRelief hit me the second Julian backed down.I didn’t know what was wrong with him…why he suddenly thought he liked Daisy. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that she is a bad person. She is just… weird. I can’t put my hand on it. But I know that there’s something under the soft voice and the orphanage nostalgia that never sat right. And I did not want Julian with her. Not in our house. Not in his head. Not anywhere close enough for her to dig her claws in…at least until I’ve figured out what she’s all about.We were almost to the point where she stood when my phone dinged.I pulled it out of my jacket without hesitation, expecting a message from Marcus.But it wasn’t.The first line stopped me cold.‘It’s Mrs. Shelby… I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. Are you still in Boston? Can we meet as soon as possible? Whatever you do… don’t trust that wretched soul. Don’t trust Daisy and I’ll explain the reason when I can. Call me through this number in an hour so we can tal







