LOGINHailey’s POV“Are you still mad Roy couldn’t come with us?”Ryan’s voice was soft, almost careful, as he glanced at me from the driver’s seat. The car hummed steadily along the quiet road, trees blurring past the window. I shook my head, staring straight ahead.“No,” I said quickly. “Why would I be mad about that? I’m not mad. I’m fine.”Ryan smiled, slow and knowing. “You’re biting your nails.”I stopped mid-motion and dropped my hand to my lap. “I am not.”“You always do when you’re upset,” he said. “It’s kind of cute.”I scoffed and leaned back in my seat. “Don’t start. I’m just tired, okay? A lot is happening.”“I know,” he said gently. “That’s why I’m here.”That was Ryan. He never pushed too hard. He just stayed close enough to make sure I didn’t fall apart alone.The moment the car pulled into the quiet compound outside the city, my chest tightened. The place was calm, surrounded by tall fences and trees, but my heart still felt heavy. This was where my mother had been kept saf
Hailey’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the building, my chest still tight from the encounter upstairs, I knew the day wasn’t done with me yet.The city looked the same—cars rushing by, horns blaring, people lost in their own lives—but something felt off. The kind of wrong that settled deep in your bones and refused to leave.I slid into the passenger seat of the car, fastening my seat belt with slightly trembling fingers. Roy was already behind the wheel, his jaw clenched, eyes sharp as he checked the mirrors.“You okay?” he asked for the second time that day.“I will be,” I replied. “Just drive.”The engine roared to life, and we pulled into traffic.For a few minutes, everything was normal. Too normal. I stared out the window, replaying Brighton’s smug smile and Vanessa’s cold, calculated stare. The way she had looked at me—it wasn’t just hatred. It was desperation.The thought barely finished forming when it happened.A loud screech.Blinding headlights.Impact.The world jolted
Hailey’s POV The morning air was crisp as I stepped out of the car in front of the organization’s building. The city streets gleamed under the early sunlight, but the beauty of the day did little to calm the anxiety thrumming through my chest. My fingers brushed the strap of my bag repeatedly, a nervous habit I didn’t even notice until Roy’s voice called out. “Hailey, you okay?” he asked, walking beside me. His eyes scanned the street like he expected an ambush at any moment. I nodded, trying to appear composed, though my stomach twisted with unease. “I’m fine,” I murmured. “Just… thinking about the meeting.” Roy studied me, suspicion flickering across his face. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all the ride here.” I forced a smile, shaking my head. “I’ll be fine. Let’s just get this over with.” The building loomed ahead, sleek glass windows reflecting the city like a giant mirror. I adjusted my hair, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. Everything seemed normal, almost ster
Brighton’s POV The city streets were slick with rain, neon lights reflecting in puddles like shattered jewels. I moved through the alleys, keeping to the shadows, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The Queen family’s chaos was my chance, and I was ready to take it. The thrill of control, of having someone bend to my schemes, pulsed in my veins. I didn’t expect to see her there. She emerged from the mist like a phantom, dark hair framing a face I didn’t recognize immediately. There was danger in her movements, every step calculated, every glance precise. But there was familiarity too—a flicker in my mind that something about her reminded me of my past, someone I had crossed paths with years ago. “Brighton,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. She didn’t need to introduce herself, and yet I couldn’t place her. My brow furrowed. “Do you remember me?” I shook my head slowly, studying her carefully. “I should,” I muttered. “But I don’t.” She smiled faintly, a preda
Hailey’s Dad’s POVThe moment the numbers appeared on my screen, rage consumed me. I slammed my fists into the wall, the vibrations rattling the frames hanging beside it. “Useless!” I shouted, my voice carrying sharply through the office. “How could this happen? How did you let this happen?”My assistant flinched at the sound, eyes wide, like he had seen a storm approaching. I didn’t care. “We invested in a company that doesn’t even exist. Every cent, gone. Reputation, ruined. And you didn’t bother to verify the CEO?”“I… I’m sorry, sir. The documents seemed legitimate—”“Seemed legitimate?” I took a step forward, my chest tight with fury. “I pay you to think, not to guess. I pay you to ensure everything is secure. Do you understand?”“Yes, sir,” he stammered, backing away slightly. “What should I do now?”“Find the CEO. Find their identity. Make them pay for this.” I narrowed my eyes. “Every contact. Every connection. I want to know who orchestrated this and what weaknesses they have
Hailey’s POVThe night was quiet and cold, almost too quiet for a place as big as the Williams Mansion. Being scared of the cold night was the last thing on my mind, I knew I was safe...But I had a tough decision to make against my own father. I had his fate in my hands, one push of a button and his whole career. .. I pictured the look on Madison's face when she realizes they are now broke. Its simple, one wrong investment and they're done.Fools. Investing in a deal without seeing the CEO....I sat out on the balcony, legs tucked to my chest, the wind brushing gently against my skin. The moon hung low, soft and pale, like it was watching me fall apart without saying a word.My phone rested on my lap, the screen still glowing from the message I had sent minutes ago—the final blow to the man who ruined my life.I stared into the darkness and whispered,“Oh, Mom… I wish it didn’t have to be like this for us.”My voice cracked a little. I didn’t bother hiding it.“I wish life gave us a







