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Game over. They will not break us.
Logan’s POVThe decision comes quietly but with the weight of inevitability, as though Maddie and I have both been circling it for days, waiting for the courage to say it aloud. We cannot keep the twins hidden behind estate walls forever. Connor and Carmen need a school, a place where they can learn and grow without being smothered by security or headlines. When I tell Maddie this over coffee, she doesn’t argue. She only presses her fingers to mine, her eyes flicking toward the children playing in the garden, and I know she has reached the same conclusion. We tell the twins together. I expect reluctance, maybe even tears, but instead they brighten with excitement, chattering about classrooms and new friends. Connor asks if he can sit by Carmen at lunch. Carmen spins in her new skirt when Maddie shows it to her. Watching them, I feel that ache in my chest again, the sharp mix of pride and fear. They deserve the world, and it’s my duty to keep it safe for them.The morning of their firs
Game over. I will not let go.
Michelle’s POVThe apartment is silent except for the television, though inside me the silence has already curdled into something dangerous, something restless and unwilling to remain passive, because I am not the type of woman who folds beneath headlines or watches her life be rewritten by another woman’s ring, and as I stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering skyline sprawled out beneath me like a jeweled battlefield, I know that the first strike must come from me, deliberate and devastating, because if there is one thing I have mastered in this life it is the manipulation of a story, the shaping of an image, and the ability to turn desire into inevitability with nothing more than a smile angled at the right camera.My phone vibrates on the marble counter, the screen lighting up with a notification from one of the tabloids I allow to orbit me like moths around a flame, and before I even swipe it open I know what it will say, the headlines practically writing themsel
Game over. He is mine!
Michelle’s POVThe soft sound of the television fills my apartment with a background drone, but the moment the screen flares to life with breaking news, it becomes irrelevant, my eyes glued to the image of Logan Rossi standing at a podium with Madeline O’Connor Santoro at his side, the sunlight catching the contours of his jaw and the sharp angle of his cheekbones, making him look every bit the man I have loved since high school, the boy who swore that no matter what, no matter where life took us, we would always return to each other, and yet here he is, claiming her, his hand resting possessively at the small of her back, fingers curled with a casual confidence that makes my chest tighten and my stomach drop into a pit of disbelief, and my lips part involuntarily, a soundless gasp escaping as I take in the scene that the world is now witnessing in real time, a scene I cannot rewind, cannot ignore, and cannot erase.I feel the blood drain from my face as the anchor’s voice delivers th
Game over. Facing enemies.
Maddie’s POVThe conference hall still echoes with the flashing of cameras and the furious shouts of unanswered questions as Logan and I step away from the podium, the twins already being led to safety down a side corridor with their nanny. My heart is still beating in a steady, forceful rhythm that feels like the pounding of war drums, not from fear, but from the knowledge that what has been said today cannot be taken back, cannot be undone and cannot be softened by explanations or apologies. Bella Rosa is finished. My engagement to Logan is no longer a private promise but a public declaration. Conner and Carmen are no longer just my children. They are the Rossi heirs, their existence carved into the headlines that will run before the day is even over.The heavy doors swing closed behind the last of the reporters, and for a moment, there is silence. The silence does not last long, though, not because of the cameras or the shuffling of assistants, but by the measured sound of footste
Game over. The press conference.
Maddie’s POV The cameras flash like lightning, blinding bursts that ricochet across the hall as Logan and I step up onto the stage, the weight of expectation settling heavily over the crowd of reporters, investors, and onlookers who have packed themselves into the conference hall. The air is thick with speculation, the buzz of whispered questions swelling and breaking in waves that crash into sudden silence the moment Logan’s tall frame commands the podium, his presence effortlessly dominating the room. I stand just to his side, my chin lifted, my expression composed, every inch of me the woman who has walked through fire and now refuses to bow to the smoke.Logan’s voice, when he speaks, is steady, deep, carrying the kind of finality that leaves no room for challenge. “Effective immediately, Bella Rosa is no more,” Logan says. The words hang in the air, shocking in their simplicity, no explanation offered, no numbers, no reassurances, just the clean, merciless declaration of an end
Game over. They are going down.
Maddie’s POVSunlight filters through the tall windows of Heavenly’s boardroom, cutting sharp lines across the polished table where the other board members of Bella Rosa are already seated, papers shuffled in nervous hands, eyes darting around the room. I enter with Logan at my side, the subtle click of my heels against the floor echoing like a heartbeat, drawing every gaze toward me. My stomach turns with adrenaline, but my expression is calm. I am Donna Santoro now, not just Maddie, not just a mother, not just a woman who endured, but the woman who commands.“Good morning,” I begin, voice steady, filling the space without needing to raise it. The room falls into silence.“I know you all wonder why I asked you all to be here today. I’ve recently sold my majority shares in Bella Rosa. Effective immediately, Madeline O’Connor now holds a controlling interest in the Bella Rosa group. I sold all my shares to her for one dollar,” Logan says. His words land like stones thrown into still wa
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