LOGINZOEâS POV The office felt unusually quiet. Or maybe it only felt that way because my mind wouldnât stop spinning. Across the hall, Julian had been locked in meetings with his PR and legal teams for most of the morning. People had been moving in and out of the executive floor for hours. Normally I wouldâve been involved in some capacity, but after everything that had happened this week, I was grateful for the distance. At least it gave me time to think. Or overthink. I stared blankly at the spreadsheet open on my monitor, reading the same line for what had to be the fifth time without actually processing a single word. My phone sat beside my keyboard. For the third time in ten minutes, I picked it up. Still nothing. I opened my messages and stared at the conversation with Talia. Me:⨠This isnât fair, Talia. Dad canât just decide who we marry because itâs convenient for him. I know we donât always get along but surely you see how messed up this is. The typi
JULIANâS POV The loud crack of Aaronâs golf club echoed across the quiet course as the ball soared cleanly through the morning air. âDamn,â he muttered, lowering the club. âThat one felt good.â I barely looked up from where I stood near the golf cart, adjusting my glove. âYou say that every time.â âBecause Iâm talented.â I snortedâYouâre mediocre at best.â Aaron scoffed. âAnd yet somehow Iâm still beating you.â âYouâve been keeping score?â I asked dryly. âObviously.â A faint smirk tugged at my mouth as I stepped forward and positioned myself for my shot. The cool Thursday morning air helped clear my head slightly, but not enough. Not with everything currently happening. I swung smoothly. The ball flew across the green with precision before landing farther than Aaronâs had. His face twisted immediately. âI hate you.â âThat is talent,â I replied calmly. Aaron rolled his eyes before grabbing another ball. âYouâve been in a weird mood all morning.â I di
JULIANâS POV I stared at the reports spread across my desk, irritation simmering beneath my skin. Aaron and the rest of the campaign team had left hours ago. Maureen had also left for home a few minutes ago, after informing me that another venue had been canceled in Connecticut. Another âanonymous sourceâ was feeding information to the press before my campaign even officially launched. And whoever was behind it knew exactly how to apply pressure without leaving obvious fingerprints. I let out an exasperated sigh as I skimmed through another email from one of the campaign coordinators. This was no longer a political competition. Someone was actively trying to destabilize me before I could even gain momentum. A frantic knock interrupted my thoughts. I barely looked up before calling out. âNot now.â The door opened anyway. Normally
JULIANâS POV âSo the campaign kicks off in NYC then we move over to New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Delaware, Massachusetts, and lastly Oregon.â I listened quietly as one of Elijah Burkeâs campaign strategists spoke, her manicured fingers tapping against the digital board displaying maps, schedules, projections, and polling data. The conference room was abuzz with energy. Half the people seated around the long black table had built political careers out of destroying opponents before they even realized they were in danger. There were Media consultants, campaign managers, financial strategists, and public image experts. Only the best in the game and now they work for me. âThe NYC launch has to be flawless,â Elijah said smoothly from across the table. âFirst impressions matter more than anything else in politics.â Aaron, who sat two seats away from me, leaned back lazily in his chair. âEverything in politics sounds exhausting.â âIt is,â one of the women mutte
MADISONâS POV I watched in disgust as Liam emptied yet another bottle of whiskey. My eyes drifted to the clock, it was barely past 9am. âLet me guess, youâre going to spend the entire day drinking again.â He gave me a deathly glare. âWhat is it to you?â âBecause Iâm the one who has to deal with your mood swings when the drinking starts and Iâd rather not spend my day doing that.â He scoffed as he took another swig straight from a fresh bottle whilst scrolling through his phone. âMind your own business.â âSpeaking of business, shouldnât you be at work by now?â âI called in sick.â I mentally face-palmed myself. Oh for the love of God. âKeep that up and youâll be thrown out of this house when you can't afford the bills anymore.â He ignored me and continued scrolling on his phone, stopping when he got to a video whose audio I had heard countless times in the last week. It was the Video of Zoe giving a speech after being called on stage by her boss Julian. âGo
ZOEâS POV  I still felt guilty for how I had told my parents to marry Talia off instead which was the reason I was currently standing on the front door even though I had vowed never to return. My sister and I may not have the best relationship but no one deserves to have their free will taken away⌠And no matter how much she irritated meâŚshe was still my sister. I pushed open the front door without knocking. âHello?â I called out, my voice echoing faintly through the quiet house. There was no response. That was odd, the lights were on, and the doors werenât locked. Someone had to be home. âTalia?â I tried again, stepping further inside. Still nothing. A frown creased my brows as I slipped off my heels and set them by the door, my footsteps quieter now as I moved deeper into the house. The silence felt⌠off.
JULIANâS POV The scent of Lilianâs perfume lingered as I stood in front of my office door. It was a mixture of jasmine and berries, one of Lilianâs signature scents. The scent should have grounded me and reminded me of why she had been here, but
JULIANâS POV Zoella Ivy Monroe. I stared at the HR file I had asked Cassandra to bring in earlier in the day, my fingers drumming lightly against the manila edge. Why was I this curious about her? Well maybe because she had elicited a reaction from me that no one has managed to do
LIAMâS POV You know that feeling when youâve messed up so bad you canât even tell which wayâs up? Like every move you make could save you⌠Or blow everything to hell? Yeah. Thatâs where I was. Madison was already waiting when I walked into the restaurant ,her back was to the window, her hair
ZOELLA The restaurant that Lani and I had decided to meet at was a few blocks from my office building. So I walked, it was easier than fighting midtown traffic. Also, I figured Iâd drive home later. She spotted me before I even cleared the door, waving like weâd known each other for ye







