INICIAR SESIÓNEVA’S POV I sat frozen on the edge of the couch, the weight of my mother’s words still hanging heavy in the air like smoke after a gunshot.“Call off the wedding, Clark,” she had said calmly, as if she were asking him to pass the salt.Rachel’s head snapped toward her so fast I thought she might get whiplash. “What did you just say?” she bit out as her voice was sharp enough to cut glass.My mother didn't flinch. She leaned back in her favorite armchair, folding her arms across her chest with that quiet authority only she could wield. “It seems this engagement of yours is nothing but a business transaction, Rachel. …One minute you’re crying to me that Clark has been ignoring you, the next minute you manage to reach him and the only thing you can think to do is ask him for money…when he doesn’t give it, you come running back here complaining that he doesn’t care about you.” She shook her head slowly. “I don’t understand this relationship anymore and if I don’t understand it, it’s
CLARK'S POVThe silence in my bedroom felt heavier after Rachel’s mother called than when Rachel left. Something was very wrong, and the urgent call from her mother only confirmed it.I stood up, ran a hand through my hair, and quickly freshened up in the bathroom splashing cold water on my face, straightening my shirt, and trying to shake off the lingering uneasiness.Whatever was waiting for me at their mother’s house, I needed to face it with a clear head.Grabbing my keys, I headed out the door and got into my car. The moment I pulled out of the driveway, I dialed Eva’s number. She didn't pick up on the first ring but she did on the second ring.“Clark? Is everything okay?”“Not really,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I merged onto the main road. “Rachel showed up at my house uninvited ….I got angry and yelled at her and told her she can’t just walk in whenever she wants…She burst into tears, which threw me off then I took her upstairs to calm her down…She complained about
CLARK’S POV Eva’s hands were trembling as she held her phone, the screen glowing with Daniel’s latest message. Her breathing had turned shallow and fast, the kind of panic that made her chest rise and fall too quickly. I watched her eyes move across the words again and again, as if rereading them would somehow change their meaning.“He’s not taking the money anymore,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “He says I have to publicly announce our involvement..you and me…by tomorrow night, or he’ll release everything…the photos, the videos, all of it. Clark, what are we going to do?”Her panic was off the roof now.I could see it in the way her free hand clutched the edge of my desk like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. This wasn’t just fear for herself anymore. It was the terror of watching our carefully hidden world explode in public, dragging her family, my family, and the upcoming wedding into the wreckage.I stood up slowly, walked around the desk, and gently took the
RACHEL'S POVThe threat landed like a punch to my gut.Daniel’s smirk was still hanging in the air between us as the martini glass trembled in my hand as I stared at him, fury and fear twisting together in my chest.“I have nothing to lose,” I hissed, trying to sound stronger than I felt. “You think you can blackmail me? Go ahead and tell Eva…tell Mom and see if I care.”Daniel laughed so loudly…that kind of laugh that almost made me hit a glass on his head.He leaned in closer, his breath carrying the faint smell of whiskey.“Between the two of us, princess, I’m the one with nothing to lose…I’m already running for my life…A little more chaos won’t change shit for me.” he said as he shifted closer, his face barely inches from mine. “But you? Can you really bear the thought of your darling fiancé Clark leaving you? Walking away the week before your perfect wedding? Imagine the humiliation…the whispers…your mother’s disappointment…Eva looking at you with pity… or worse, satisfaction.”
RACHEL'S POVIt's been two whole days of trying to reach out to Clark but to no avail.I call him and he doesn't pick up my calls…I text him and he ignores my text messages even after he sees it.I have gone to his office twice and whenever I go, his stupid secretary would always tell him he was out of sit and my frustration is so high right now.The wedding was in less than a week, and Clark has been treating me like I was invisible….like I was some annoying obligation instead of his future wife.There was no way in hell I was going to let him treat me like trash…the wedding is going to hold whether he fucking likes it or not.I stormed into Mom’s house without knocking. “Mom!” I called out, voice already shaking with frustration.Mom appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel as concern was written all over her face. “Rachel? Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You look like you’re about murder someone…what's the matter??”I dropped my bag on the couch and collapsed beside
CLARK'S POV The folder lay open between us on my desk, but I couldn’t look at the papers anymore. All I could see was Eva’s face.She was trying to stay composed with her back straight and her hands folded in her lap but the fear was written all over her. I understood it instantly.She wasn’t just afraid for herself. She was terrified because the man she was publicly engaged to had pissed off a drug lord with serious reach. If anyone connected her to Daniel right now through the fake engagement, through the upcoming wedding plans, through the photos, she could become collateral damage. One wrong move and the people hunting him might decide she knew too much too Or worse, use her to draw him out.My chest tightened with a protective rage I hadn’t felt in years.“Eva,” I said quietly, pushing the folder aside. “Come here.”She hesitated for half a second, then stood and walked around the desk. The moment she was close enough, I reached out, caught her by the waist, and pulled he







