Mona's POVI sprinted down the hallway, heart racing. I needed a landline, and I needed it fast. Ian had been holding me captive in his penthouse, demanding money I didn't have.Days had passed since I last heard from my mother, still in the hospital after our last call. I promised to visit her, but Ian's grip tightened, making it impossible to leave.Leaning against the balcony door, I scanned the city below, feeling smaller than ever. But today, that would change. I refused to let Ian control me any longer.Suddenly, I saw him. Ian was heading to his car, distracted by some business deal. I held my breath, thankful for his momentary absence, whispering a quick prayer.After ensuring he didnât return, I rushed down the staircase, adrenaline fueling my urgency. I needed to talk to my mom.In the living room, I spotted the landline and lunged for it. Days without hearing her voice was unbearable. My hands shook as I picked up the receiver.I dialed her number, the phone ringing repeate
I released a breath I hadnât realized I had been holding, my heart pounding as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I knew I had to keep my composure; collapsing now would mean giving in to the chaos. My mother was still on the line, her voice a comforting tether to reality, and I could not let her sense my vulnerability. Not now.âMama?â I said, trying to steady my voice, but it came out a little shakier than I intended.âMona?â Her voice crackled through the receiver, laced with concern and worry. âWhat happened? Are you okay?âI squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push back the tumult of emotions threatening to spill over. Gritting my teeth, I let out a shaky breath. âIâm okay, Mama. JustâĶ just a little more trouble. But Iâm fine. I promise.â I hoped my words could mask the turmoil churning within me.âStay strong, Mona. Stay strong,â she urged softly, her voice a gentle beacon of support even through the crackling phone line.I nodded, even though she couldn't see me, feeling the war
Monaâs POVI turned at the sound of my name, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Of course, it was Ian. Who else would it be? I barely had time to compose myself before I felt his hand on my wrist, dragging me toward his car like I was some sort of property. I pulled back, but his grip tightened, and I could already feel the anger rising in my chest.âWhat the hell are you doing here, Ian?â I hissed, barely managing to keep my voice from shaking.His grip was still firm, his fingers pressing into my skin, sending an uncomfortable jolt through me. I wrenched my wrist out of his hand, but he was already on me again, too quick. âI should be asking you that,â he growled, dragging me across the parking lot with surprising strength. âYou think you can just walk away from me without consequences?ââConsequences?â I raised an eyebrow, my voice dripping with sarcasm. âYou mean the ones where you make me your prisoner? Those consequences?ââDonât play games, Mona,â he snarled, his grip tig
Ian's povI looked up from my desk as Mia's voice pierced the silence of my office. âIan, whatâs that witch doing in your penthouse?âI sighed, rubbing my face to ease the tension that rushed in. I knew exactly what she meant.âWho?â I asked, keeping my voice steady.âMona. The woman in your penthouse. Whatâs she doing there?â I let out a dry laugh, brushing my hair back. âMona isnât your concern.ââDonât dodge the question, Ian. I know who she is,â she shot back, her eyes narrowing with anger.I stood up, my body tense. âStop calling her names, Mia.You donât know what you're talking about.âShe scoffed, a laugh escaping her lips, hollow and mocking. âOh, I get it now. You are with her, arenât you? This is how it ends? Do you have the guts to cheat on me, Ian? You donât even care about what we had?âIt was like a slap to the face. But instead of recoiling, I stepped closer, my voice barely above a whisper, hard and cold. âOur relationship ended a long time ago, Mai.âShe froze, her
Mona's POVI lay on my small bed, staring at the cracked, peeling white ceiling, struggling to breathe through my swirling thoughts. My motherâs voice echoed in my mind, demanding things I didnât think I could achieve. Even in the silence, her presence felt heavy, filled with expectations that weighed me down.I rolled onto my side, each breath growing heavier. The bed felt constricting, and I swung my legs over the edge, miscalculating the distance to the floor. My heart raced as I teetered, almost losing my balance. A rush of panic hit me, but I steadied myself, trembling from the close call.I muttered a curse, breaking the silence, before trying to gather my scattered thoughts. I reached for my shoes, which were hidden under the bed. I brushed my fingers against the cool wooden floor but found nothing. Frustration built within meâhow could finding a simple shoe feel so hard?Leaning down, I carefully searched again, feeling the smoothness of the floor beneath my hands. Overwhelmed
Ian's POVMy heart raced as Monaâs body collapsed against mine. At first, I thought it was just her exhaustion catching up to her, but then I felt the dampness on her skin. Sweat. Her body was burning up, trembling against me in a way that sent a cold shiver through my spine.I moved quickly, my hands gripping her shoulders, steadying her as panic surged within me. Her breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps, and I noticed her skin growing pale, a strange rigidity starting to seize her limbs.âMona,â I said firmly, my voice tight with urgency. She didnât respond. Her head lolled back, and her eyes flickered open for a brief moment before shutting again, a glassy look in her eyes making the world around me feel suffocating.I didn't waste another second. I scooped her up, cradling her against my chest, feeling the weight of her fragile form in my arms. My body tensed, every muscle primed to power through the fear pushing me forward."Stay with me, Mona," I insisted, determined that she c
Ian's POVI heard the term and felt as if my life was unraveling. What did she mean by her body being significantly compromised? I called out to the doctor as she was about to leave; the situation didnât seem to add up at all.âYes, Mr. Ian,â she replied.I scoffed, my breath coming in heavy gasps as my eyes scanned the room. Just how dire was her condition?âVery serious,â she said urgently, placing a hand on my chest. My heart raced as I locked eyes with her, sensing the sincerity in her expression.âItâs fine,â I nodded, making my way out of the hospital. I was determined to uncover the identity of the cook who had poisoned her.My heart thudded violently as I exited the hospital. The doctorâs words reverberated in my mind, each one more suffocating than the last. Mona had been drugged, and I was resolute in ensuring that the person responsible would face justice.I slammed the door of my car, the sound echoing through the desolate parking lot. My grip on the steering wheel was so
Mia's POVThe atmosphere between us was heavy, stifling, resembling an impenetrable barrier. Each word from my mother tightened the grip around my chest, as if she were sketching a detailed outline of all I had been striving to forget. Her gazeâthose eyes that seemed to uncover every hidden truthâbore into me, anticipating a response."This isn't a support group, Mom," I replied, my voice barely audible. "I did what I had to do. Whatever Ian is dealing with now is a result of his own ignorance."The last statement escaped me like a secret, and I immediately wished I could take it back. I didnât want her to grasp the entire truthânot the complete truth, at least. I couldnât reveal that it wasnât solely Ianâs faultâthat I had shattered everything between us weeks prior. I had dismantled it with my own actions, my own selfish errors, and now I was desperately trying to piece it back together.My mother, however, was not easily deceived. She had always been perceptive. With her arms cross
Ianâs POVThe room was packedâexecutives, lawyers, shareholders, even a few smug interns pretending they belonged. Everyone looked polished, precise, pretending they werenât all silently judging the delay. The air was stiff with anticipation, sharp like glass about to shatter.I couldnât sit still. The deal was moments from collapsing. The final signature? Miaâs. 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 againâvoicemail. Again. Straight to voicemail.âPick up, Mia. Come onâĶâFifth call. Sixth. I stared at the screen as if it owed me answers.Still nothing.My throat tightened. I called her mother.âIan?â she answered, surprised. âMi
MONA â POVâMona? Mona, are you okay?âThe voice felt distantâlike it was echoing through a long tunnel. I blinked slowly, my head swimming, limbs heavy. Was I dreaming?âMona!âSMACK!My head snapped to the side from the force of a slap. My eyes flew open.âWhat the hell?!â I gasped, jerking upright.I was on the couch. My chest was heaving, heart racing like Iâd 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.âYou slapped me!â I barked, dragging my legs off the couch.âYou werenât waking up!â Ian shot back, throwing his hands up. âIâve been trying for ten minutes! How long have you been out?âI blinked at him, my brain still foggy. âI donât knowâwhen did you get back?âHe checked his watch, then crossed his arms. âI got home over three hours ago.âThree. Hours.I screamed.Ian jumped back, startled. âWhoa! Okayâcalm down!ââThree hours? Are you serious?!â I wa
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 didnât dare look back. Not once. She didnât need to. Brownâs rage was enough to propel her forward, each step screaming with a desperation that only comes when you knowâknowâyouâve 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 thenâtires 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 driverâs window rolled down.âWell, damn. That you?âThe voice was like velvet and trouble wrapped in sarcasm. Her ey
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 meâfrightened, wounded. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to bolt, but too broken to run."IâI'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.âI killed their cookâĶ in the name of getting thisâĶâ 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
Flynnâs POVBut Mona wasnât 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. "Youâre not going anywhere until you tell me whatâs going on." She crossed her arms tighter across her chest, making sure I knew she wasnât backing down. "You donât just sneak out of here without telling me where youâre 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 didnât want to fight her, but I knew I had no choice. If she got curious enough, sheâd find out more than she needed to, and that would put me in even more danger."Iâm 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
Flynnâs 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.âWho the hellââ 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:âFLYNN!âI flinched so hard I nearly dropped the phone on my face.Oh. No. That voice.âShit,â I whispered, sitting upright with the speed of someone who just realized they
Ianâs POVI was hearing voices downstairsâraised, sharp, female voicesâand my stomach dropped like a stone in a pond.At first, I thought I was imagining it. Iâd 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 Maiâs 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 thatâs 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.âShe came here!â she shouted, voice muffled against my chest. âShe 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!âI blinked. âUhâĶ who?âShe pulled back, eyes blazing. âMAI!âBehind her, Flynn raised a hand like a wea
Monaâs POVI watched him leave, the front door closing behind him with a finality that settled in my bones like a slow, creeping frost. Ian didnât even look back.I shouldâve been angry. Furious, maybe. But all I felt was hollow. My chest ached, the silence stretching out in the room like a punishment. And all because he answered a damn call. From her. Mai.That good-for-nothing, manipulative, arrogant... illiterate.I hated how it made me feel. Jealous. Insecure. Like I was twelve again and being picked last for the team, only this time the prize was Ian, and I was the one losing.I ran a hand through my tangled curls, eyes burning as I let out a breath I didnât realize I was holding. The house felt colder without him in it. Colder and quieter.I pulled his shirt tighter around meâthe one I slept in last night. The hem brushed mid-thigh, soft cotton and his scent wrapping around me like a second skin. I padded toward the stairs barefoot, each step a whisper against the polished wood.
Monaâs POVIan?Waitâwhat the hell are you doing here?I blinked once. Twice. But no, I wasnât hallucinating. It was him. Ian Devereux, standing like a ghost from a past I had just buried â in broad daylight, in front of my favorite corner cafÃĐ, where I was supposed to be minding my business and my cappuccino.I narrowed my eyes, instantly on edge. âI thought we got things over. You chose Me over me, remember? So whatâs with the long face? She not reading bedtime stories anymore?âHe looked like he hadnât slept in days. His hair was messier than usual, like heâd been running his hands through it out of habit. He wore the same black coat I once stole to sleep in, and the way it clung to his frame made him look colder, heavierâĶ like guilt had a physical weight.âMona,â he said my name like it was an apology in itself. I didnât flinch.âNo, seriously,â I continued, folding my arms across my chest. âWhat do you want, Ian? Closure? A sequel? Or are you just here to remind me that I was stu