MasukAdrian’s POV
The first thing I felt was a sharp jab against my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the soft glow from the chandelier above.
Vivian stood at the edge of the bed, her reflection flashing briefly in the mirror as she untied her coat.
“You’re still asleep?” she snapped, tossing her designer purse onto the dresser. “It’s almost midnight, Adrian.”
Her voice grated on my half-awake mind. My he
Kayla’s POVThe door had barely closed behind the police commissioner when I reached for my phone.I did not bother returning to my seat. I stood there, fingers tight around the device, staring at the screen as I dialed Ashton’s number. My heart was already beating faster than it should have been, irritation and unease twisting together in my chest.The line rang. Once. Twice. Then it went unanswered.I ended the call and immediately tried again, pacing the length of my office as if movement alone could force him to pick up. When the call went unanswered a second time, frustration flared sharply. By the third attempt, I stopped walking altogether, my jaw clenched as I stared at the screen.“Of course you won’t answer,” I muttered.I dropped into my chair and leaned back, exhaling slowly. The office felt too quiet, too sterile, stripped of the confidence and authority it usually gave me. Outside, the city moved o
Kayla’s POVThe restaurant was warm, filled with low music and quiet laughter, yet I felt cold inside. Ashton sat across from me, relaxed, one arm resting on the table, his attention fully on me. Anyone watching us would think we were fine. Comfortable. Happy, even.But my mind was not there.My phone lay beside my cup, screen dark. I had checked it again less than a minute ago, even though I knew nothing would have changed. No missed call. No message. Nothing from Steven.I wrapped my fingers around my mug, the heat biting into my skin, welcoming the sting because it gave me something else to focus on.“Ashton,” I said suddenly, then stopped.He lifted his gaze. “Yes?”I shook my head. “Nothing.”His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, more in concern. “You’ve been staring at that phone like it owes you money.”I forced a small smile. “Do I?”
Steven’s POVHer silence was louder than any answer she could have given.I replayed that moment over and over again in my head. The pause. The hesitation. The way her eyes drifted away when I asked her the simplest question.Do you love Ashton?She did not say yes. But she did not say no either.And for someone like me, that silence was confirmation enough.I sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey in front of me, my fingers wrapped tightly around it as if it were the only thing keeping me grounded. The bartender glanced at me briefly before refilling my glass without asking. That alone told me how many rounds I had already downed.“You sure you are good, sir” he asked cautiously.“I am fine” I replied, lifting the glass to my lips again.The burn did nothing to numb the thoughts. Kayla’s face kept flashing in my mind. The way she frowned when she was thinking too hard. The way she fol
Kayla’s POVSteven sat across from me in the lounge, his posture straight, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. The silence between us felt heavy, thicker than the air itself. I sat on the opposite couch, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve, my heart beating faster than it should.I did not know where to start. Or if I should start at all.The truth was, I felt guilty. Guilty for the way things stood between Steven and Ashton. Guilty for how I kept letting things linger without giving either of them clarity. Guilty for drinking myself into unconsciousness the night before. Guilty for surviving when others did not.Steven shifted slightly, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to read what I refused to say.“How are you feeling?” he finally asked, breaking the silence.I opened my mouth to answer but hesitated. My throat tightened. I could already hear the lie forming. I was fine. I was tired. I just had too much to dr
Kayla’s POVThe mansion was too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums and made your thoughts louder than they should ever be. I sat alone in the grand living room with only a bottle of expensive whiskey for company. The curtains were half open and the city lights outside flickered at me like they were mocking how miserable I felt inside.My glass was already half empty. I poured more. The liquid rushed and hit the bottom with a soft sound as though it understood what I needed from it.I raised the glass and drank. The alcohol burned down my throat, spreading a warm numbness through my chest. I welcomed it. I wanted more. I wanted enough to erase the memory of the commissioner’s voice, the investigator’s death, the hotel room he never walked out of, and the reality that the only lead I had was gone forever.“This is insane” I whispered to myself as I leaned back.My head felt heavy. My shoulders
Kayla’s POVThe moment the call ended with the commissioner, my heart jumped into my throat. I did not even bother to pick up my purse properly. I just grabbed my phone and rushed toward the door of Haylee’s penthouse. My breathing was uneven and my chest felt tight. I did not want to panic anyone but it was impossible to hide the urgency in my steps.“Kayla” Haylee called from behind. “What happened? Are you okay? You look pale”I forced myself to stop. I swallowed hard, forcing my expression into something calmer than what I felt inside.“I am fine” I lied. “I just got an urgent business call. A conference. Something with the shareholders. They need me back in Manhattan immediately. I am so sorry, Haylee”She blinked rapidly in surprise. “Right now? You are just going to leave now?”“Yes. I am so sorry. I really am” I said again. I leaned in and hugged her
Kayla’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, the sound of Vivian’s body hitting the floor kept echoing in my head — over and over again.The house was silent now, but that silence wasn’t peace. It was a punishment.Adrian hadn’t come home after the incident. He had r
Kayla’s POVThe sky was already dark when I got home.The rain hadn’t stopped since morning. It fell harder now, like the heavens themselves were mocking me. My clothes were soaked, my hair clinging to my face as I stumbled inside, shutting the door behind me.The house… our house… felt different.
Kayla’s POVThe sound of rain is the first thing I hear when I open my eyes.It’s morning, but the world outside looks gray. The curtains are drawn halfway, letting in a sliver of light that falls across the table, the plates from last night still untouched, the wine glass half empty, the necklace
Kayla POVThe steak had gone cold two hours ago. The candles I lit with excitement now burned low and uneven, wax dripping down like tears onto the white tablecloth. The wine sat untouched beside two crystal glasses, and the roses I spent thirty minutes arranging this morning were already beginnin







