Se connecterJanet's Point of ViewThe door opened behind me, and Edward stepped through. The moment he saw me standing there with the files scattered around my feet, his expression shifted from shock to something more controlled. More calculating."You shouldn't be here," he said quietly, his voice carrying a weight that suggested this was worse than he had anticipated.I turned to face him fully, my entire body shaking with the weight of what I had discovered."What is all this?" I asked, gesturing to the files surrounding us. "Edward, what is happening here? These are unethical practices. Illegal practices. People are being hurt. Patients are being experimented on without consent."My voice was rising despite my effort to stay calm. The shock and disappointment were mixing together into something that felt like betrayal."I'm not going to be a part of this," I said firmly, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "I came here to help people. Not to participate in exploitation."Edward's jaw cle
Janet's Point of ViewI arrived at the building that morning, my mind already focused on the patients waiting for me. The work. The cases that needed my psychological insight and care. I had no idea that someone had been following me. Had no idea that my movements were being tracked. That my secrets were being uncovered.I took the elevator up to Edward's office, my body already shifting into work mode. My mind already preparing for the day ahead.When I opened the door to his office, Edward was on the phone. His voice was sharp. Tense. The kind of tone that suggested he was involved in a conversation that was far from pleasant."I don't care what he threatens," Edward was saying, his words clipped and controlled. "You handle it. You handle it quietly and completely. I don't want any loose ends."He turned and saw me. Immediately, something shifted in his expression. He finished the conversation quickly."I'll call you back," he said, and ended the call."What's going on?" I asked, cl
Rowan's Point of ViewThe file sat on my desk like a bomb waiting to explode. My eyes were fixed on the photograph inside. Edward. The man who had come to my house. The man Janet had claimed was just a work colleague. Just someone checking on her.But the file told a different story.Edward wasn't just any colleague. He was an investor in medical practices. A businessman. Someone with wealth and power and influence. Someone with everything I had worked so hard to build.Rage was building inside me like a pressure that had nowhere to release.My assistant appeared in my doorway, his expression careful and measured."What do you want to do?" he asked, his voice quiet but carrying the weight of the information he had gathered. "We have the information about Edward now. We know who he is. What's your next move?"I stared at the photograph without answering. My hands were clenched into fists on either side of the file. My jaw was so tight I thought it might break."That would be all," I sa
Edward's Point of ViewMr. Greene sat across from me in my office, his expression carefully neutral, like he was preparing for a business negotiation rather than a confrontation about assault."What's going on?" I asked, my voice steady but carrying an edge that suggested I already knew the answer. I was giving him a chance to tell the truth. One chance."I'm not sure what you mean," he said, his voice smooth and practiced. He was playing games. Trying to deflect. Trying to convince me that nothing had happened.I leaned forward slightly, my hands pressed flat against my desk."Did you lay hands on Janet?" I asked, the question direct and impossible to misinterpret."No," he said immediately, his eyes not wavering from mine. But I could see the slight tension in his jaw. The way his fingers curled slightly around the armrest of the chair."Then how did she get a bruised arm?" I asked, my voice dropping lower, colder. "How did those marks appear on her skin?""I have no idea," he said
Janet's Point of ViewHe came closer. Too close. His body blocked my path to anywhere safe. His eyes were dark with something that looked like fury mixed with desperation."You think I won't find out?" Rowan asked, his voice dropping to something dangerous and quiet. "What the hell was he doing here? You're seeing Edward, aren't you? Tell me the truth."I stepped back instinctively, my body moving away from him even though there was nowhere to go."Rowan, calm down," I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to control it. "Aren't you seeing Flora? Doesn't Flora visit you? Why are you making such a fuss about this?"The words came out like weapons, designed to deflect, designed to turn his attention away from Edward and toward his own failures."That's different," he said, stepping closer again."It's not different," I said, my voice rising. "You know that if it weren't for my mother, we'd be done. Completely done. You know that."Rowan's jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle w
Janet's Point of ViewMy mother was sitting at the dining table when I came downstairs that morning, her expression thoughtful in a way that immediately made me suspicious. She had that look—the one that suggested she had been thinking about something important and was preparing to share it."Janet, come sit," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.I sat down slowly, my body tense, already bracing myself for whatever was coming."That man who came by," she said carefully, her eyes searching mine. "Edward. The way he looked at you. The way he spoke to you. He's in love with you, isn't he?"Heat flooded my face. My hands clenched involuntarily around the edge of the table."He's just a work colleague," I said quickly, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "Nothing more. He came by because of work business. That's all."But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren't entirely true. And I could see in my mother's expression that she knew it too.That's when I h
Rowan’s Point of View As Alex parked the car in front of Peter’s studio, I couldn’t hold it anymore. My pulse was pounding in my ears. I stepped out so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet.I didn’t wait for Alex to say a word. I was halfway across the parking lot when I collided with someone.A
Janet’s PovI gripped my bag tightly as I walked out of Rowan’s penthouse, my heart hammering against my chest. My Ankle was still paining me, but my heart hurt more , but I didn’t stop. The cold night air hit my skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me.I raised a trembling hand
Janet’s Point of ViewPeter was furious. His whole body was shaking with rage as he stood there, his fist still clenched from pushing Rowan away from me.How the hell did he get here? I thought in shock. Was he following us? Had he been following me the entire time?Rowan got up from the floor wher
Rowan's point of view Janet got into the car without saying a word.For a second, I thought I was imagining it.Janet had always hesitated with me. She used to argue, to stall, to look at me like she was preparing herself for pain. I had expected resistance. I had expected her to shut the door in







