LOGINKayla’s POV
It had been an entire day since I last heard from Maya, and a nervous knot had begun to twist in my stomach. She was usually punctual and reliable, always keeping me informed.
Yet this time, there was nothing. I paced across my spacious living room, the golden sunlight streaming through the tall windows doing nothing to calm my rising worry.
I picked up my phone and called a trusted investigator. “I need you to find Maya,” I said, tryin
Kayla’s POVFive days. It had been exactly five days since I last spoke with my private investigator. Five days since I had instructed him to scrape through every possible crack in Vivian Ward’s life in search of something, anything that would link her to the murder of the woman called Mel. And for five long days, he had returned with empty hands.Every morning he sent a message saying the same thing.Nothing yet ma.Still searching ma.We are trying.Today’s message came half an hour ago. It was almost identical to the others, so that was when I realized that I was already losing interest in his weak capabilities. I needed results, not endless trying.As I tightened the straps of my running sneakers, I felt the weight of another thought: today was another training day for the race. And tomorrow would be the actual event. I would be seeing Vivian. The thought alone made my teeth clench.I had spent the last fi
Steven’s POVThe water hit my back in steady streams, warm enough to sting slightly where my skin was still tender. I stood there longer than necessary, eyes closed, forehead resting against the tile, letting the sound drown out my thoughts even though it never really worked.Time did not dull what had happened. It sharpened it.Twenty four hours ago, someone had tried to erase me from the world like I was a mistake on paper. And when the phone rang afterward, when that calm feminine voice asked if it was done, I had felt something colder than fear settle in my chest.I had not answered her.I listened, I breathed deeply, and then I ended the call.The silence afterward had been worse than any threat.I shut off the water and stepped out, the room fogged and quiet. My reflection looked unfamiliar. The stitches at my hairline were clean, but the bruises beneath my eyes had darkened. Pain was there if I went looking for it, but it
Kayla’s POVThe bar was dim, the low hum of music and chatter around me barely registering. I hadn’t spoken a word since Ashton had led me to the booth. My thoughts were elsewhere, spinning around the woman who had been killed—Mel.I tried to narrow down who could have done it by ruling out those who weren’t at the hotel inauguration that night. A few names immediately came off the list. They should have been there, yet weren’t.And then there was Vivian. Of course, she was on my radar. She had been all over the racing fundraiser, posting about me online, stirring whispers and gossip. Every action of hers seemed like a calculated push against me, trying to make me stumble, to make me look guilty in the public eye.I barely noticed Ashton leaning across the table, his brows furrowed, watching me.“You okay?” he asked, voice careful.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a smile.
Kayla’s POVThe driver pulled into the parking lot of the media building and my heart already felt too heavy for my chest. As soon as the car stopped, I stared out at the tall glass doors and the bold logo above them. Cameras. Reporters. Bright lights. Questions that feel like bullets.I closed my eyes for a second.I should not be here. I knew that. Anyone with common sense would tell me to go home, sit quietly, and wait for the internet to move on. But how could I? How could I sit back and stay silent while Vivian, of all people, used her platform to spit poison about me?No. Not today.I opened the door and stepped out. The cold air brushed against my skin and snapped me fully awake. A few staff members outside looked startled when they recognized me. One whispered to another before rushing inside. I already knew what that meant.By the time I entered the building, the entire hallway was buzzing. A tall man in a headset practically flew in my direction.“Miss Brooks. My God. We had
Steven’s POVI keep driving without turning my head, without slowing down, without doing anything that makes it obvious that I have noticed the black sedan behind me. It has been shadowing me for a while now, keeping a respectful distance, never too close, never too far. If I did not know better, I would think it was a coincidence or just regular traffic flow. But I do know better. My gut has been screaming at me since I left the restaurant.I tap my fingers lightly on the steering wheel just to keep my nerves from locking up. I try to focus on the road signs, on the lights, on pedestrians crossing for lunch runs. Normal things. Safe things. The kind of things that keep me from taking a turn that might get me boxed into an alley or an empty road where someone like that could make me disappear without witnesses.“Think,” I mutter under my breath. “Think.”I am good with hand-to-hand combat. I am decent with weapons. But I am not trained for car chases. And there is a huge difference b
Steven’s POVThe call I received in Kayla’s living room felt like a pull out of a dream. One moment her lips were on mine and there was that weightless sensation in my chest that made everything feel possible. Then my phone vibrated, slicing through everything. I checked the caller and hung up immediately.I looked at Kayla with an apologetic expression and said the first excuse that came to mind. “I have to be somewhere. Something urgent just came up.” It sounded rehearsed and stiff, even to my own ears, but I did not wait for questions. I simply excused myself, thanked her mother politely, and left her house.The second the door shut behind me and my shoes hit the curb outside, I called Ives back.I had called him the night before, right after the masked driver rammed into me. I had been sitting in my car after the collision, bleeding from the temple and trying not to pass out. There were too many questions and my head was in too
Kayla’s POVFour years later.Sometimes, I wonder if the woman I used to be would even recognize me now.Back then, I was soft… always waiting, hoping, forgiving. Now, I’m steel beneath silk. Still kind, but never naive.The world broke me once. I rebuilt myself with the pieces.The morning sunligh
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







