LOGINFamous lawyer Natalie and billionaire Brandon had been married for three years, but they had never met each other. Their marriage was arranged by Brandon’s grandfather. After the grandfather passed away, Brandon immediately filed for divorce. Following the divorce, Natalie returned to her legal career and unexpectedly took on a case from Brandon’s company—defending his mistress, Carmilla. Curious about Brandon’s relationship with Carmilla, Natalie agreed to take the case. During their interactions, Brandon came to admire Natalie’s skills and gradually developed feelings for her, unaware that she was actually his ex-wife whom he had never met…
View MoreNatalie’s POVA soft chime echoed through the hall, followed by a voice over the speakers.“Ladies and gentlemen, if we could all have your attention—please welcome to the stage the CEO of York International, Mr. Brandon York.”My heart jumped.I looked up just as he stepped into the light.He looked impossibly composed in his tailored suit. The crowd erupted into applause, and he smiled, thanked them, waited for the noise to settle.“My grandfather believed that a company is only as strong as the people who stand behind it,” Brandon began, his voice steady, warm. “And this past year has tested that belief in ways I never expected.”He spoke about York International’s legacy, about the challenges that had nearly broken the company, about betrayal and truth and rebuilding trust. He thanked partners, colleagues, employees—people who had stayed when it would’ve been easier to walk away.Then his gaze lifted.And found me.The room seemed to dissolve around us.He paused—just a fraction t
Natalie’s POVThe Founders Gala of York International glowed like something lifted out of a dream.An old barn had been transformed into candlelit grandeur—crystal chandeliers suspended from wooden beams, fairy lights tracing the high rafters, long tables dressed in white linen and gold accents, soft music drifting through the open sides where the lake shimmered just beyond the grounds.It felt warm. Alive. Beautiful in a way that made everything I’d been through feel surreal.Emma and I stood near the edge of the crowd, both of us in gowns that made us feel a little unreal—her radiant, confident, happy; me… trying to breathe.She leaned closer, eyes sparkling mischievously. “You know Brandon’s going to forget his own name the second he sees you, right?”I let out a weak laugh and shook my head.“Please don’t,” I murmured. “I don’t even know what we are anymore.”My mind flashed back to that night on the roadside—his arms around me, his voice breaking, the way he’d held me like he’d f
Brandon’s POVMatthew sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, Jane beside him, her hand wrapped around his arm as if grounding him. Lucas paced back and forth across the living room, his movements restless, while Emma stood near the window, crying silently into his shoulder. No one turned on the TV. No one checked their phones unless it vibrated.It felt like time had stalled. Like the world had narrowed into this one room and one unbearable question.Where is Natalie?My phone buzzed again. I grabbed it too fast, heart leaping—then sank when I saw it was just another update from the police.“She was tailed,” the officer said over speaker. “We followed Vivian Sinclair through Midtown. She entered a crowded bar, exited through a back door, and switched vehicles. We lost visual after that.”“So she just vanished?” I snapped.“Temporarily. But we’re confident she didn’t go far. Whatever she’s planning—it’s close. We’ve got teams sweeping the surrounding areas.”Close.My chest tightened as
Natalie’s POVI stood on the chair, balancing on trembling feet as I pressed the edge of the metal spoon into the rusted screw, twisting, prying, forcing it to move millimeter by millimeter.“Come on… come on,” I whispered under my breath, wrists aching, arms burning. “You’ve got to give me something.”The vent cover groaned softly, metal protesting against metal. I froze, holding my breath, heart slamming against my ribs as I listened for footsteps.The spoon slipped again, but this time I felt it.A tiny shift. A faint creak.I froze, staring at the vent like it had just breathed.“…Did you just move?” I whispered.My fingers tightened around the spoon as I carefully tested it, nudging the edge of the metal panel.It wiggled.“Oh my God,” I breathed. “You’re actually coming loose.”The vent cover sagged slightly on one side, the rusted screw no longer fully holding. A thin line of darkness peeked through the gap, no wider than my finger.I swallowed hard, hands shaking.“Easy… easy…












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