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Mona's POVThe words "Drop me off?" tasted strange on my tongue as they left my lips, like I was saying something that wasn’t mine to say. The truth was, I wasn't sure I even wanted to leave. The idea of Ian seeing me with someone else—someone like Vance—clawed at the edges of my mind, making my pulse quicken. It didn’t matter how much I tried to push the thought away. The nagging sense of guilt wouldn't let me breathe.Vance's gaze was unwavering, but there was something sharp in his eyes, something calculating that I couldn't quite place. He tilted his head, his lips pulling into a knowing half-smile as he drove. "You feel uncomfortable with the idea, don’t you? You’re not okay with it?"His words sliced through my reverie. I could feel the heat of his stare on the side of my face. He was right, of course. But how could I admit that? How could I confess to him, to anyone, that my life had suddenly felt like it was crumbling into pieces? I wasn’t the woman who needed saving. Yet here
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Ian's POVI stood in the living room, my pulse still racing as the sound of Mona’s footsteps grew louder. I knew she’d come through that door, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of rage that coiled tight in my chest. Every breath I took felt like fire, burning through me, threatening to spill over.She had gotten out of the car. She’d looked at me like I was the enemy. Like I was the one who had done something wrong. And it hit me all at once—she was the one who had put distance between us. Not just physically, but emotionally.The sound of the door creaking open snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face her. She was standing there, eyes wide, but her stance was defiant. I could see the way she held herself—like she was trying to hold on to something, but I wasn’t sure what.Before she could say anything, I crossed the room in two strides, gripping her wrist so hard I knew she would feel it tomorrow. She flinched, her eyes flicking to where I was holding her as though it physi
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Vance’s POVI spun lazily in my chair, my eyes tracing the sleek lines of the office, the hum of my phone call blending into the background. Veronica was in full-on teenage-mode, as usual—ripping into me about my life choices, my wardrobe, my lack of a personal life.“Vance, you seriously need to get off your high horse and date someone who doesn’t look like she stepped out of a magazine," Veronica mocked, her voice dripping with her usual blend of exasperation and affection.I chuckled, letting my chair spin one more time. "And what’s wrong with that? I happen to like women who know how to present themselves."“Puh-lease. You like the idea of women who look good in photos. You don’t know the first thing about finding someone who actually gets you. Seriously, when was the last time you—”"Don’t start," I cut in, laughing at her irritation. "You're not even old enough to understand what I need, Veronica. Trust me, my life is perfectly fine without whatever nonsense you’re suggesting."
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Vance's POVShe blinked, clearly taken aback. "Wait—seriously? You want me to work for you?"I turned to face her fully now, unable to suppress the excitement building inside of me. "Of course. You’re the only person I trust with something like this. You’re not just smart, Mona. You’re resourceful. You have what it takes to manage my life without me even asking." I took a step toward her, locking eyes with her as I spoke. “And more than that... I think you’re the right person for this. I’m offering you a job. If you’re interested.”She looked at me for a long moment, uncertainty flickering across her face, and then she nodded slowly. “I think I’d like that,” she said, a quiet warmth filling her voice.I smiled, but I wasn’t done yet. My mind was already turning.“Hold on,” I said, grabbing my phone from the desk and dialing my secretary’s number without hesitation. “Liza,” I said, my voice firm, “come back in here, I need to speak with you.”Mona’s eyes flickered to me, surprised. But
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Mona’s POVI let out another shriek of joy as the cold water hit my skin, running down from my head to my toes. I couldn't help it—this was the first time in my entire life that someone had honored me enough to offer me a job. A job. The words echoed in my head like a sweet, soft melody. I clutched the shower wall, breathless from the excitement. This wasn’t just any job. This was my chance, my ticket to a life outside of Ian’s suffocating grip. The idea of having my own money, my own purpose—it felt so damn good.I couldn't contain it anymore. Another scream burst from my lips, louder than before. My eyes fluttered shut, and I let the cold water wash away everything else. Every drop was like a cleansing wave, taking with it all the doubts, all the fears, all the long months of waiting for something, anything, to change. Today, it was changing.“Are you okay in there?” Ian’s voice echoed down the hallway, his deep, sarcastic tone piercing through the bathroom door.I rolled my eyes, m
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Ian’s POVI stood by the window, watching her slip into the car like it was the most normal thing in the world, like she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on me. The black Toyota Camry—new, sleek, 2024 model—was the last thing I expected her to get into. The sound of the engine revved as the car sped off, disappearing around the corner before I even had a chance to react.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. My whole body burned with a furious energy I couldn’t shake.Who the hell did she think she was? Walking out like that, acting like she had somewhere to go, like she didn’t owe me everything—everything.The anger that had been simmering inside me suddenly boiled over. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it didn’t work. Not when she left me standing there, staring after her, a hole in my gut that only her departure could leave. It was like a weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with every passing second.No. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not like
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Mona's POVI walked into the company with Vance by my side, the weight of his presence both reassuring and unsettling at the same time. I had gotten used to his calm, controlled manner, but I couldn’t deny the sudden surge of heat in my chest as he held my handbag in his steady grip. It was a simple act, but it felt so intentional, as though he were claiming something that had never been his before. And I was beginning to let him.I stole a quick glance at him, our fingers brushing for a brief moment before he pulled away. My heart skipped, just a little. Ian wouldn’t like this—me with Vance. Ian, who had made it clear that I belonged to him in the most suffocating of ways. Ian, who would never let me go, not even if I begged him. But Vance... Vance was different. He made me feel like I mattered, like I had a choice.I smiled to myself, glancing around at the people in the lobby staring at us. I could feel their curiosity pressing in on me, but I couldn’t care less. I was with Vance,
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Mona's povI stood, pacing the office for a few moments, trying to shake off the overwhelming wave of emotion that hit me. The tightness in my chest, the anger at Ian, the confusion about everything that was happening between Vance and me.But then, I stopped in front of the window, breathing deeply. And as I stared out at the city below, I couldn’t help but feel something else. Something that had been missing for so long. Something that made me feel lighter, freer.I smiled, just a little, as I let myself believe, for the first time in a long time, that I might finally be where I was meant to be.I twirled slowly in my chair, the soft leather creaking beneath me as I leaned back and let myself bask in the quiet stillness of the office. The city stretched out below me, the sunlight spilling in through the window, casting long, warm shadows across the desk. My heart was still racing, still caught in the whirlwind of everything that had happened today. The kiss on my cheek, the tension
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Mona’s POVI drove slowly down the winding gravel driveway until I reached the small, rusted gate, its hinges creaking in protest as I pushed it open. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, the sun filtering through the branches of the ancient oak trees that lined the path to the apartment. As I approached the door, an unsettling weight settled in my chest. It swung wide open, a gaping mouth that seemed to beckon me into the unknown.“Mom?” I called out, my voice trembling slightly, but the silence that enveloped the space was deafening. A cold shudder ran down my spine, and panic began to seep into my bones. I stepped inside, my heart racing, and started to search every room, each corner cloaked in shadows. The familiar scent of her lavender candles hung in the air, but it felt oddly suffocating.I raced up the staircase, calling her name with increasing desperation. "Mom!" My voice echoed in the stillness, cracking under the strain of worry. But there was no response. With ev
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Mona’s POVAs I stepped into Ian's room, the familiar scent of his cologne—a mix of cedarwood and spicy cinnamon—enveloped me like a warm embrace, instantly transporting me back to those carefree days filled with late-night drives under starlit skies and laughter that echoed through the night air. The room was a chaotic reflection of his personality, with keys haphazardly scattered across the cluttered bedside table and wardrobe doors thrown open, revealing a disarray of wrinkled shirts and jeans tumbling out like a laundry avalanche.Amidst the chaos, my eyes landed on the keys to his Toyota Camry—the only car he had patiently taught me to drive on those sun-drenched afternoons, our laughter mingling with the sound of tires on pavement. A wave of nostalgia crashed over me, reminding me of those moments when everything felt so simple and right.My mother had been at the forefront of my thoughts for months now, her absence weighing on me like a heavy anchor. I could no longer bear the
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Ian’s POVThe room was packed—executives, lawyers, shareholders, even a few smug interns pretending they belonged. Everyone looked polished, precise, pretending they weren’t all silently judging the delay. The air was stiff with anticipation, sharp like glass about to shatter.I couldn’t sit still. The deal was moments from collapsing. The final signature? Mia’s. The genius behind the entire project. The brains, the blueprint, the only one who could pull it off. And she was nowhere.I checked my phone. Nothing. Not even a ghost of a delivered message."Where the hell is she?" I mumbled, pacing behind the long glass table while everyone avoided my eyes.I stepped out of the conference room, heart hammering in my throat. The hallway felt colder. I dialed her again—voicemail. Again. Straight to voicemail.“Pick up, Mia. Come on…”Fifth call. Sixth. I stared at the screen as if it owed me answers.Still nothing.My throat tightened. I called her mother.“Ian?” she answered, surprised. “Mi
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MONA – POV“Mona? Mona, are you okay?”The voice felt distant—like it was echoing through a long tunnel. I blinked slowly, my head swimming, limbs heavy. Was I dreaming?“Mona!”SMACK!My head snapped to the side from the force of a slap. My eyes flew open.“What the hell?!” I gasped, jerking upright.I was on the couch. My chest was heaving, heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. My tongue felt thick. My mouth was dry. My limbs? Numb. I looked up to see Ian standing over me, a look of concern mixed with exasperation on his face.“You slapped me!” I barked, dragging my legs off the couch.“You weren’t waking up!” Ian shot back, throwing his hands up. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes! How long have you been out?”I blinked at him, my brain still foggy. “I don’t know—when did you get back?”He checked his watch, then crossed his arms. “I got home over three hours ago.”Three. Hours.I screamed.Ian jumped back, startled. “Whoa! Okay—calm down!”“Three hours? Are you serious?!” I wa
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Author's POVShe ran like hell was licking at her heels. Her breath tore from her throat in jagged gasps, eyes wide and glassy, barely seeing where she was going. The night was cool but her skin burned, slick with sweat, heart pounding loud in her ears like war drums. She didn’t dare look back. Not once. She didn’t need to. Brown’s rage was enough to propel her forward, each step screaming with a desperation that only comes when you know—know—you’ve just danced with death and somehow slipped away with your soul.Her boots pounded against cracked pavement, weaving through alleys until she burst into the open light of the main road. Neon signs blinked like watching eyes. Cars hummed by, indifferent to the storm in her bones.And then—tires screeched.A black car jerked to a stop right in front of her. She stumbled back with a startled gasp, ready to bolt again, until the driver’s window rolled down.“Well, damn. That you?”The voice was like velvet and trouble wrapped in sarcasm. Her ey
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Brown's POV"What the hell are you saying? You can't bring the documents containing Ian's business deal with the Europeans?" I growled, my voice rough as gravel, slicing through the air like a blade. My fist slammed into the oak table with a thunderous crack, shaking the glass and papers that sat on its surface. She flinched, her body recoiling instinctively. Her wide, glossy eyes stared at me—frightened, wounded. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to bolt, but too broken to run."I—I'm trying my best, Brown. It's not easy to work as a help in a toxic home just to get valuable documents," she stammered, voice trembling, hands wringing together. Her lip quivered as she took a shaky step back, brushing her knuckles over her cheek.“I killed their cook… in the name of getting this…” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard, trying to compose herself, but the fear in her gaze betrayed her strength.The words hit me like a slap. Killed? That was unexpected, even for her.She backed
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Flynn’s POVBut Mona wasn’t having it. She stepped into the doorway, blocking my exit. Her presence filled the space, making the already small hallway feel even more suffocating."No, no, no, Flynn," she said, shaking her head in mock sympathy. "You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on." She crossed her arms tighter across her chest, making sure I knew she wasn’t backing down. "You don’t just sneak out of here without telling me where you’re going. You work for me, remember?"I bit my lip to keep from snapping. Mona had this habit of reminding me of my position every chance she got, and it never failed to get under my skin. I didn’t want to fight her, but I knew I had no choice. If she got curious enough, she’d find out more than she needed to, and that would put me in even more danger."I’m just... taking care of some things. Personal stuff." I repeated, my voice a little more forceful this time, hoping she'd buy it.But Mona was no fool. Her sharp eyes bored into
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Flynn’s POVI was still rolling from one end of my bed to the other, wrapped in my comforter like a burrito, when my phone rang. Loud. Way too loud. Like, offensive-to-my-eardrums loud.I groaned, blindly flinging a hand over the bed, searching for the buzzing traitor that had the audacity to disrupt my sleep. My fingers finally landed on the screen, and I yanked it up toward my face, my eyes squinting like the sun itself had just slapped me.“Who the hell—” I mumbled, my voice scratchy, crust still in the corner of my eyes. I blinked. The caller ID was just a string of numbers, no name. Suspicious. Rude.I debated tossing it back under my pillow. Whoever it was could wait. Or not exist. Preferably both. But just as I was about to end the call with a swipe of my pinky, a loud voice boomed through the phone speaker:“FLYNN!”I flinched so hard I nearly dropped the phone on my face.Oh. No. That voice.“Shit,” I whispered, sitting upright with the speed of someone who just realized they
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Ian’s POVI was hearing voices downstairs—raised, sharp, female voices—and my stomach dropped like a stone in a pond.At first, I thought I was imagining it. I’d barely made it down the driveway, needed a damn breather after that phone call, but the moment I got out of the car, the shrieking tone of Mai’s laugh sliced through the quiet like a chainsaw in a library.What the actual hell?I took the porch steps two at a time and threw open the front door.And that’s when chaos hit me square in the face.Mona came flying at me like a human missile, barefoot, hair wild, wearing nothing but my shirt and righteous fury. She launched into my arms like a hurricane had possessed her.“She came here!” she shouted, voice muffled against my chest. “She came here like the devil on a bender, Ian! She was in the kitchen, giggling and scheming and trying to possess your soul or some crap like that!”I blinked. “Uh… who?”She pulled back, eyes blazing. “MAI!”Behind her, Flynn raised a hand like a wea
