LOGINAva's POVOne week had passed. Every single day felt heavy and slow. I had been struggling to enter the President’s mansion without a visitation pass. My legs ached from standing outside the tall gates for hours. Guards shook their heads every time. My voice grew hoarse from begging. “Please, just let me in for five minutes,” I had said again and again. My mind had not been at rest since that night at the dock. The cold wind from the sea still felt like it blew on my skin. The sound of Victor’s screams still rang in my ears. I was not going to leave no matter what.Just as I stood there again with tears drying on my cheeks, another man in a sharp suit came forward. He spoke quietly to the guards. They stepped aside. “Come with me,” he said. His voice sounded flat. I followed him inside. The cool air from the big halls touched my hot face. They put me on hold in a side room. I sat down on the chair. My body felt so weak and tired I thought I might faint. My head spun real fast. My sto
Ava's POVJust when the time felt right, I drove to the dock area. The clock on my phone glowed almost midnight. I arrived a bit earlier than planned. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight. The night air rushed through the open window. It carried the sharp smell of salt water, fish, and old oil. My black dress stuck to my back from nervous sweat. My heart beating loud and heavy in my chest as I parked the car behind some rusty old crates. The engine ticked quietly as it cooled.There was no sign of anybody at first. Only a very few people moved near the boat area. They looked like late-night workers. One man stood by the small boat I had arranged. His cigarette glowed red in the dark. My mind stayed clouded with thoughts. I could not think straight. Tall high cube containers filled the cargo area like giant metal walls. They cast long, dark shadows under the dim yellow lights. I could not walk around freely. I stuck to the direction I knew. My heels clicked softly on the wet co
Ava's POV"Time to bring my A game," I smirked low under my breath. A thrill ran through my body. Things were going just as planned. My heart beat fast but steady. I moved slowly toward the black cars. I put on my pity card, dropping my shoulders low. My eyes looked wide and scared. I kept my hands close to my chest like a frightened woman. The cool morning air brushed my arms and made my skin tingle.One agent opened the back door. The leather seat felt real cold when I slid inside. The door shut with a heavy thud. The smell of new car and strong cologne filled the small space. The engine roared to life. We drove off fast. The tires hummed against the road. I stared out the window. Tall trees and buildings passed in a blur. My hands stayed folded tight in my lap. The drive felt long. My mind raced with every turn.Finally, we reached a huge main gate. Tall iron bars rose high with sharp points at the top. Beautiful green gardens stretched on both sides. Flowers bloomed in bright col
Victor's POVToday was the day.Special visiting day. No handcuffs. The visiting room smelled of cheap coffee, and body heat. Families filled the chairs. Kids cried. Wives whispered. Guards leaned against the walls, bored and tired. The air felt thick and warm, heavy with too many bodies in one place.I sat at a small metal table with my fake visitor. A man I paid a lot of money. He talked quietly about nothing. I nodded and smiled like a normal inmate missing his family. My heart pounded hard against my ribs. Every beat felt loud in my ears. Sweat trickled down my back under the rough gray prison shirt. The fabric stuck to my skin.The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Each second felt like a knife. I kept my face calm. My hands stayed loose on the table. One wrong move and everything would end.A guard near the door coughed twice. That was the signal.I stood up slowly. My legs felt weak but I forced them steady. I hugged the fake visitor tight. His cheap cologne filled my nose. “Tak
Ava's POVSome hours had passed by before my next visit was set. The afternoon sun had moved lower in the sky, painting everywhere gold. My heart was beating steady but heavy as I waited for Leon. I would have asked him about Julian's location, if he knew anything that happened that night but Bella had already told me who to focus on. Leon stayed with me most of the night at the gala. Still, this visit felt necessary.Not long after, the metal door opened with a loud clang. Two officers brought Leon in. His hands stayed locked in front of him with the metal cuffs. The rich, dominant man I once knew looked completely different now. His expensive suit from the gala had been replaced by rough gray prison clothes. The fabric hung loose on his once strong body. His face looked pale and tired, as dark circles sat under his eyes. His shoulders slumped a little, but his eyes still carried that proud fire.He sat down slowly across from me. A moment of silence hung between us. It felt thick an
Ava's POVIt took a full day to make all the necessary preparations for Victor's escape. I moved from one contact to another, acting fast, burning myself up. I made quiet calls. I signed papers in hidden offices.I stood in my room, dressed up to fit the concept. I chose a sleek black dress with sharp shoulders. The fabric hugged my body tight like armor. It had long sleeves and a high collar that made me look powerful. The dress screamed vengeance. It said I was strong and ready to strike back at anyone who hurt me. I slipped on black heels that clicked loud with every step. I looked the part that I needed to. I looked in control.I stared at myself in the big mirror. The glass felt cool under my fingers as I touched the edge. My eyes looked sharp. My lips pressed into a thin line. My hair fell straight and dark around my shoulders. "This is for Julian. You will get what you need," I whispered to my reflection,not wanting to rethink this at all. I turned side to side. The dress mov
James’s POVClub Orion hit me like a fist the second I walked in. Bass pounded deep in my ribcage—low, relentless thumps that synced with my pulse whether I liked it or not. Red and purple lights slashed across the dance floor in sharp, dizzy streaks. Smoke hung thick in the air—pilled vodka, exp
Bella’s POVI sat at the dressing table. The mirror was cold under my fingertips. Morning sun sliced through the curtains and burned stripes across my face. I dipped the brush into loose powder. Dust rose like smoke. I dragged it over my cheeks—slow strokes. My hand shook a little. Not from nerves.
Ava’s POVMy fingers trembled slightly as I zipped the black silk dress. The fabric whispered against my skin—cool, smooth, and heavy with the weight of expensive threads. The deep V plunged between my breasts, leaving a long stretch of bare skin that prickled in the chilly room. Thin straps crosse
Leon’s POVI stormed out of the VIP hotel. My boots hammered concrete like I wanted to crack the earth open. Rage wasn’t burning anymore—it was molten steel pouring through every vein. My fists clenched until knuckles turned white, my nails carving half-moons of blood into my palms.I pictured Bell







