Natalie’s POV“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”I didn’t mean to blurt it out so loud, but I couldn’t help it. A relative? Me?I stared at Brandon, still standing near the door like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me.“A cousin of my ex-wife,” he said again. “He reached out. Said he’s willing to help her accept the house Grandpa York left behind.”I felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs.“Okay. Your ex-wife’s cousin,” I repeated, my voice thin.Brandon looked at me, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Yeah. Why?”I gave a tight smile. “Nothing. Just didn’t know she had any cousins.”I was trying to keep my voice even, but my chest felt heavy. Brandon didn’t know, of course... he couldn’t. That I grew up in an orphanage. That there were no relatives and no family.At least, that’s what I’d always believed.I left the hospital not long after that conversation, my head spinning. As soon as I got to my car, my phone rang.“Dylan?” I answered.“Hey,” he said, sounding unsure. “Som
Natalie’s POV“Drop the weapon!” one of the officers shouted.I turned just in time to see a man aiming something shiny toward Brandon.Another officer yelled again, “Put it down now or we’ll shoot!”A shot rang out before the warning even finished. My heart jumped to my throat.“Brandon, look out!” I screamed.But before he could even react, Vivian threw herself toward him.“Brandon!” she shrieked.He stumbled back with her weight, and they both hit the ground. Vivian let out a dramatic cry that echoed around the building.The shooter bolted, weaving past crates and trash bins. The officers took off after him, shouting, “Suspect is fleeing! Move, move!”“Stay with me!” Vivian wailed, gripping Brandon’s shirt like she’d just taken a bullet for a president. “I think… I think I’ve been shot!”I rushed forward, heart still pounding, not sure if I was more shocked by the gunfire or Vivian’s performance.Brandon sat up, arms wrapped around her, his eyes scanning her quickly. “Where? Where
Natalie’s POV“Shut up!” the big guy said, cutting me off. We both flinched. He stepped closer, looked right at us, and said, “One of you can leave. You two decide who it’ll be.”I blinked. “What?”Brandon sat up straighter beside me. “What do you mean by ‘leave’?”“One goes, one stays. Up to you.”I turned to Brandon, trying to process what was happening. “Is this some kind of joke?”He didn’t answer right away, but I could already see it on his face... he was planning to send me.“Don’t even start,” I said quickly.He gave me a tired look. “You should go.”“No. What kind of plan is that? You want me to just walk out and leave you here?”“Natalie—”I cut him off. “They tied us up, threw us in here, and now suddenly want to let someone go? How does that make any sense?”Exactly! It didn’t. None of this felt normal.Back in the car, the men weren’t treating me like a hostage. It was more like… I don’t know. Like they were following some weird script. One guy wouldn’t even look at me,
Natalie’s POVI opened my eyes to a moving blur outside the window.The inside of the car was dim, and it took me a second to realize my hands were tied, same with my ankles. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough that I wasn’t going anywhere.Great.I shifted in my seat and looked up at the driver. “Hey. Where are we going?”No response.I frowned. “You do realize this is kidnapping, right?”Still nothing.I glanced at the passenger seat. A guy in a cap, arms crossed. “Are you planning to keep me alive or what?”He turned halfway and snapped, “Shut up.”I blinked. “Okay. Rude.”I leaned back, letting out a slow breath. There was a buzzing in my head... adrenaline, maybe. Or just the fact that I had no clue who was behind this.I’d pissed off a lot of people in court, sure, but it had been years since I touched a criminal case.Who even wastes their time kidnapping lawyers?Before I could ask anything else, the guy’s phone rang. He answered quickly, listened for a few seconds, then curs
Brandon’s POV I’d been irritable all day.First, Natalie asked to go on a suspension. Didn’t give much detail, just said she needed some space.Then there was Vivian’s little scene at the hospital yesterday. She confessed and said she liked me.I told her I didn’t feel the same.And what did she say?“That’s because you’re in love with Natalie.”I told her no.She just laughed. “You’re such a coward.”I didn’t have a comeback. Mostly because I didn’t know if she was wrong.Now here I was, walking toward Natalie’s office to talk about the change in the property transfer. I’d planned to ask her how she wanted to handle it, legally.I wasn’t even sure how to start the conversation. Things had been weird between us lately. She’d been keeping her distance and honestly, I didn’t blame her.I stood outside her office for a minute, hand halfway raised to knock, before I chickened out and turned away.I figured maybe I’d try later? I needed to get my head on straight first.I was walking away
Carmilla’s POVUgh. Just my luck.First, I get dragged into some useless detention thing at the company, like that was even my fault. Then when Brandon finally, finally gets divorced, guess who starts hogging all his attention again?That lawyer, Natalie. Of course!And when I thought she was finally fading out of the picture… boom. Vivian pops up like a shiny new Barbie, and suddenly she’s everywhere. Sitting, eating, and walking with Brandon. Acting like she owns the whole damn world. Ugh!I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. What does she even do? Smile and look perfect? Please. I can do that too without the fake nice-girl act.Anyway, that evening, after work, I was heading to my car when I saw her. Vivian. She was standing near the parking lot like some tragic drama queen, holding her head like she had a headache or something.She said she wasn’t feeling well earlier, right?Suspicious.I mean, shouldn’t she be in bed? Being fanned by butlers or whatever rich people do when