JASON'S POV “Let’s see if Mason still wants to go with you after he learns the truth,” he said, calm as ever. The words hung in the room like a slap. Sharp and final. I turned slowly toward him, my jaw tightened. Truth? What truth? Across the room, Laura froze. Her face went pale, like someone had drained the color straight out of her. Her mouth opened like she had something to say, but nothing came. Then she closed it again, lips trembling. For a moment, she wasn’t the confident, manipulative woman who always managed to find a way to win. She was just… cornered. She looked between Alex and me, searching for something. An escape. A crack in our armor. Some shred of sympathy. She found none. Her fingers clutched the hospital blanket, knuckles white. I saw her blink fast, as if trying to fight back tears or maybe rage. Her throat bobbed, like she was swallowing her pride, and her gaze darted toward me again, pleading but still laced with something darker underneath – Fury, d
JASON'S POVI knew she’d be surprised to see Alex. Hell, she wasn’t even expecting me. The truth was, I hadn’t planned on coming at all. That's why I told the woman who called earlier that I had no business with Laura. When the hospital called again about Laura’s accident, I just sat there at my desk, staring at the blinking notification on my screen. I didn’t feel panic or worry, not like before. Not anymore. I was buried under files, meetings, and the damn press still dragging my name through the mud. But that call… it pulled something in me. Not sympathy. Not concern. A reminder. The plan I’d already started – quiet, careful, wasn’t just about protecting Ava. Or myself. It was about Mason. That boy deserved peace, a childhood that wasn’t poisoned by the chaos Laura carried with her like it was stitched to her skin. And Laura? She didn’t belong here anymore. It was Grandpa who reminded me a few days ago. “She’s not from here, Jason. No roots, no family, no real claim to any
ALEX'S POV I was drowning in paperwork. After spending a week in Paris with my brother, who, for the first time since his accident years ago, had opened his eyes briefly and whispered my name before slipping back into his vegetative state, I thought I’d return feeling hopeful. Instead, I came back to a mountain of files and emails, each one screaming for my attention. And I couldn’t ignore them. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes. The clock on my desk said 2:14 p.m., but it felt like midnight. I was about to continue with what I was doing when my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up lazily, expecting it to be my assistant, a business partner, or a client. But the name flashing on the screen stopped me cold. It was Jason Campbell calling. I stared at it for a second. Jason never called me. Not unless something was really wrong. I hesitated for a bit and then answered. “Yeah?” “Alex,” Jason said, his voice clipped, urgent. “We need to meet. Now.” I sat up s
LAURA'S POV I walked out of Jason’s office with my chin high and my sunglasses hiding the storm behind my eyes. Every step felt like fire under my heels, but I kept walking, fast and steady, ignoring the curious glances from the staff. I could feel them watching me, like I was some kind of zoo animal. The woman who got arrested. The woman Jason Campbell just fired. Although they didn't know that yet but I'm sure the news would soon circulate. As soon as I stepped outside, I spotted the sleek black car parked by the curb. Steph was in the driver’s seat, waiting, her hands clenched on the wheel. She was on a two-day leave from work, which she took because of me. I yanked open the door, climbed into the passenger side, and slammed it shut harder than necessary. Steph glanced at me but said nothing. It was like she already knew what the outcome was. I stared straight ahead, silent for a few seconds. Then it came boiling out. “He fired me,” I snapped. “Like I was some intern caught
JASON’S POV I had barely slept last night. It was one of those nights when no matter how tired I was, my mind refused to rest. I sat in my office now, a coffee gone cold beside me, trying to focus on the stack of reports in front of me. Seeing Ava again yesterday, watching my grandfather turn his back on my father. And me, caught in the middle, trying to keep control while everything around me was slipping. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, just as a knock came on the door. “Yeah?” I called. Ben stepped in, looking… off. He hesitated. “Uh, sir…” I looked up. “What is it?” Ben shifted uncomfortably. “The receptionist just called. Laura’s downstairs.” My heart stopped for a beat. “What?” “She’s in the lobby. She’s wearing sunglasses and a scarf… trying to hide her face. But it’s her.” I stood up slowly, confused. “That’s not possible. Laura’s… she’s supposed to be in jail for at least another month.” Ben nodded. “Yeah, I know, sir. But she’s here.” I stared at him f
JASON’S POV I was half-asleep when I heard the doorbell ring. Then came the voice I least wanted to hear first thing in the morning. “Get up, Jason. We’re going to see your grandfather.” I blinked against the light, groaning. “What? Now?” My father stood by the doorway of my room in his usual stiff posture, arms crossed like he was inspecting a soldier. “Yes. Now. It’s important.” I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. I had planned to meet with a supplier and go over the Storm crisis today, but that had to be thrown out the window. There was no point arguing with my father when he got like this. “Fine,” I muttered, reaching for my shirt. “Give me ten minutes.” We drove in silence most of the way. He didn’t speak, and I didn’t ask questions. That was how it always was with us. We only spoke when we had to. And even then, it was usually cold. But I already had a feeling why he wanted to come today. I had been planning to visit Grandpa too… just not today. I wasn’t ready. N
AVA'S POV I swallowed, unsure of how much to share. “Yeah… It’s been a lot.” His gaze never wavered. “I’m proud of you, Ava. For standing up for yourself. For building something of your own despite everything they threw at you.” Hearing those words – so simple, yet so genuine –hit me harder than I expected. I looked down at my hands resting in my lap, blinking back the sting behind my eyes. “I don’t know if I feel proud,” I confessed quietly. “It all just feels… exhausting.” “Survival usually does,” he said with a small smile. “But you built Avaris Luxe from nothing, Ava. You fought for yourself when no one else did. That’s something worth recognizing, even if you can’t see it yet.” I let out a slow breath, nodding. There was a lump in my throat I couldn’t swallow down, and a part of me hated how emotional I still got about everything. But maybe that was okay. Maybe I didn’t have to be so strong all the time. “And you?” I asked, shifting the conversation away from me bec
AVA’S POVThe next morning felt quieter than usual. It was the weekend. For once, my phone wasn’t blowing up with work emails or news alerts – just a single reminder flashing across my screen. “Visit Grandpa Campbell – 10 AM.” I stared at it for a moment longer than I should have, the guilt creeping in before I could even try to stop it. I’d promised him I’d visit a week ago when he had called me, but everything had spiraled so fast after the civil hearing that I’d lost track of time… and myself. No more excuses today. I needed to see him. I pulled myself together – simple jeans, a soft cardigan, and my hair loosely tied back. No polished version of me needed today, just… me. The Ava who used to spend hours in those gardens, who always felt at home in that house. And maybe the Ava who needed Grandpa more than she’d realized. The Campbell mansion looked exactly the same, standing tall and familiar, like time hadn’t dared touch it. But I felt different walking up to it, like
AVA’S POV His arms wrapped around me like he was anchoring me to the ground, like he knew I’d been holding too much for too long. I didn’t care that we were standing in the middle of the airport, people moving around us with rolling suitcases and curious glances. My face rested against his shoulder, and for a second… just one second… the weight I’d been carrying finally let go. It felt like peace, even in the middle of all the noise. “I missed you,” I said softly, the words catching in my throat. “I missed you more,” he murmured back. Neither of us moved. We just stayed like that, still and quiet. After everything that had happened, the familiarity of that moment was a kind of relief. Not dramatic. Not complicated. Just two people who’d been through hell and somehow found their way back to something steady. Eventually, he pulled back to look at me. His eyes scanned my face like he was making sure I was really okay. “You look good,” he said gently. “Tired, but good.” I ga