LOGINVeronica’s POV:The office smelled like leather, and coffee.The chair of my cabin was exactly as I had imagined it.I had been imagining it for long enough that the reality of sitting in it should have felt anticlimactic... like the way things you work toward for years sometimes reveal themselves to be just furniture when you finally arrive at them.But it didn't feel anticlimactic. It felt like exactly what it was, which was the conclusion of a fight I had been having since I was old enough to understand that the company my father had built was something I wanted to be part of and winning my father's validation.I ran my hand along the edge of the desk.For a moment, I simply stood there looking at it all.The glass walls. The skyline beyond them.The polished desk at the center of the room with my name already engraved on the silver plate.Veronica Whitmore. CEO.A slow breath left me. I had fought for this position for years.Years of trying to prove I was capable enough. Smart en
Theo's POV:The nine year old Max found me in the corridor outside the sitting room.I had left the chess table and was standing near the window at the end of the hall with my forehead almost touching the cold glass, watching the garden below without seeing it, running the same calculation I had been running for the past twenty minutes which was whether it was possible to become good enough at chess between now and tomorrow morning to satisfy my father who had already decided what he was looking at when he looked at me.The answer I kept arriving at was no.I heard Max's footsteps before I heard his voice, which was always how it was with Max even at nine... he moved through spaces with an impact."Theo."I didn't turn around."I have an idea," he said."I don't want your ideas.""You want to go to Disneyland."I turned around.He was standing in the corridor with his hands in his pockets. There was nothing condescending in his face.That was the thing about Max that my father never f
Theo's POV:My father's office had always been designed to make you feel small.I had never been able to determine whether this was intentional or whether he had chosen the height of the ceilings and the scale of the desk with the specific purpose of reducing whoever sat across from him.Either way, the effect was consistent.I had been walking into this room since I was old enough to walk, and I had never once left it feeling larger than when I entered.And today was not an exception."The shares are down fourteen percent," my father said, without looking up from the documents in front of him.He had a way of delivering devastating information in the tone of someone reading a grocery list, which I had once admired as composure and now recognized as pure cruelty. "The Meridian partnership has formally requested a review of our Q3 commitments. And the Donovan group, whom I personally introduced you to, Theo, personally, as a favor... are now considering withdrawing entirely."I stood o
Veronica’s POV:I stared at Theo for a long moment after asking him why I should forgive Max.And suddenly, something inside me felt exhausted.I was tired of constantly trying to understand two men who carried entire storms inside themselves. Tired of feeling pulled in different directions emotionally until I no longer recognized my own thoughts anymore.I looked at Theo standing in front of me, calm as always, unreadable in ways that made me want to scream sometimes.And for the first time, I wanted out."To hell with them. To hell with this entire triangle."I was done.Done trying to decode hidden feelings between us, or balancing myself between brothers who loved each other and somehow kept hurting each other through me.I opened my mouth, ready to say it.Ready to call everything off.But before I could, my phone rang.I glanced at the screen.Father.My brows furrowed slightly before I answered. “What?”“You sound irritated,” he said immediately.“Because I am.”“I spoke to Cha
Chase’s POV:The engagement announcement was everywhere.Every platform, business page, and gossip account.Every luxury media outlet obsessed with the Ashfords and the Whitmores.Veronica Whitmore engaged to Max Ashford.The headlines replayed in Chase’s mind like something designed specifically to torment him.He stared at the livestream clip again from his office screen, and his jaw was tight enough to hurt.Veronica stood beside Max smiling while reporters shouted questions at them. Max’s hand rested against her waist while flashes exploded around them.And Veronica smiled.“No,” he muttered under his breath.His hand slammed shut against the laptop. “No. No, absolutely not.”Veronica couldn’t really slip out of his hands. Not after everything he tried.And Max? That bastard didn’t deserve her.Without thinking further, Chase grabbed his keys and left.An hour later, he was walking into Mr. Whitmore’s office without waiting for permission.Veronica’s father barely looked up from t
Veronica's POV:I didn’t know what emotion hit me first when I saw them together. Because I was both confused and angry.The blonde woman still stood beside Max with a lazy smile on her lips, completely unbothered by the chaos she had caused. One of her manicured fingers was lightly touching his arm like she belonged there.Something burned in me at that.“Seriously, Max? This is what you’ve been doing?”Max looked horrified instantly. “Veronica, no...”But then my mind paused. And suddenly the bigger picture snapped into place.Chase. Of course. It was always Chase."Chase set this up," I said.Max blinked."Think about it," I said. "He was downstairs. He saw you come in, or he knew you were here, or he arranged for you to end up here... I don't know which one yet but I know it was one of them. And then he made sure we knew about the girl before we had any context for what we were walking into."I moved my wheelchair past Max and pushed back through the VIP lounge door, and the girl
Veronica's POV:The way Chase cursed me, the venom in his threats, only infuriated my anger even more.How dare he?!Chase turned and started walking quickly back toward the gardens, clearly trying to escape the crowd, the judgment, the scene I'd created.But I wasn't done with him. Not even close.
Veronica's POV:The kiss was good. So good that I almost forgot I was actually standing in the middle of nowhere with Max, surrounded by darkness and dense woods and absolutely no civilization in sight.I immediately pulled back from him, my hands pressing against his bare chest to create distance e
Chase's POV:The way Veronica was behaving looked like a completely different person. A total stranger I didn't know before.She was never this type. Never the one to talk back to me, never the one to challenge authority or stand her ground.Certainly never the one who would look her father's disapp
Isla's POV:"You were right, Max." I said reluctantly. I stood on the beach watching him prepare his surfboard, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the sand. He was checking the wax, testing the fin placement, moving with the kind of easy confidence that came from years of practice."







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