로그인ADRIAN’S POVThe numbers in front of me were correct.That was the problem.Usually, once things were in order, it was easy to focus. Things lined up, strategies fell into place, and yet—All I could think of was Lila. I stared at the vendor reconciliation sheet for Ambrosia’s east division and somehow saw Lila instead. I set the file down.This was becoming inconvenient.“Sir?”I looked up. Luca stood across my desk with a tablet in one hand and a thin folder in the other. He had already learned not to comment when my attention wandered. That did not mean he failed to notice.“Yes?”“The written statement did what we wanted,” he said. “Public sentiment shifted again after Margaret and Andrew’s latest performance. The press is treating them less like heartbroken parents and more like desperate people trying to control the story.”“Good.”He handed me the folder. “Monica also wanted you to see this. Their bank record motion is moving. There will be resistance, but we can overcome it.
LILA’S POVThe next morning, Monica arrived with two lawyers and a box full of files.She carried it in herself, dropped it onto the dining table in Adrian’s house, and gave me a look that said today was not going to be gentle.“Coffee first,” she said. “Then heartbreak.”I almost smiled.Almost.The legal team spread papers out across the table with a kind of cold efficiency that made my stomach tighten. Old insurance claims, company transfer documents, probate filings, banking summaries, some things I couldn’t even understand. I stared at line after line of text until the words began to swim.When they talked, it all sounded important, but after ten minutes I felt like a child sitting at the grown-ups’ table, nodding at things I didn’t fully understand.Monica tapped one page. “Here. This is where it starts to get dirty.”I leaned in.“What am I looking at?”“This,” she said, sliding the paper toward me, “is the initial claim timeline after your parents’ crash. Look at how quickly
LILA’S POVThe words landed like a stone in the room.I was still sitting at the breakfast table where Adrian and I had almost—well. Almost something. The warm, fragile moment had shattered the second Taylor said Chloe was missing, and now the air in the room felt completely different.Adrian stood, already all business. “How long has it been?”Taylor answered at once. “Long enough. By the time officers reached the location, she was gone.”Before anyone could say more, Luca came in quickly, tablet in hand.“Sir.”Adrian turned. “What now?”Luca looked at me once before turning the screen toward us. “You’ll want to see this.”On the screen was another livestream from one of those gossip sites.My uncle and aunt.Again.Aunt Maggie’s eyes were red, and Uncle Andrew looked grim and offended in the way men do when they want pity and authority at the same time.“She’s fragile!” Maggie cried on screen. “Anyone would be fragile after this kind of public persecution!”Andrew leaned toward the
LILA’S POVFor one frozen second, none of us moved.Jason stood at the mouth of the alley, breathing hard, looking from me to Adrian to the man on the ground. Adrian’s body shifted instinctively in front of mine, just enough to block Jason’s path without making a show of it.My hands were still trembling where they clutched Adrian’s shirt. I forced myself to loosen my grip and step back just enough to see Jason properly.His face looked drawn, not polished or smooth or smug the way I was used to. There was real alarm there.Fear, maybe. Or guilt.“Did you do this?” I asked.Jason’s eyes snapped to mine. “Absolutely not.”Adrian let out a cold, humorless laugh. Jason ignored him and took one step forward before Adrian’s gaze turned so sharp it made him stop.“It was Chloe,” Jason said quickly. “I found out and I came here to stop it before—”He glanced at Adrian.“Before what?” Adrian asked softly. “Before my Uncle decided to intervene,” Jason finished. Adrian’s voice cooled. “I alre
LILA’S POVSome days later, I sat cross-legged on the sofa in Adrian’s living room with a spread of college brochures on fashion design all around me.A few private institutes, some proper universities, and one program abroad that I wasn’t brave enough to seriously consider yet. I had spent the past week visiting campuses, speaking to staff, asking nervous questions, and pretending not to notice how strange it felt to plan a future that belonged to me.I was so busy comparing course structures that I didn’t hear Adrian come in until his shadow fell across the coffee table.I looked up.“What’s all this?” he asked.I glanced back down at the brochures and felt unexpectedly shy. “Nothing…” He raised an eyebrow.I exhaled. “Fashion design courses,” I admitted. “I know it probably sounds silly. I’m too old for college now, and everything happened so late, but…” I ran a hand over one of the glossy pamphlets. “I’ve always liked fashion design.”He didn’t laugh. He didn’t dismiss me or look
JASON’S POVChloe had been nagging me for days that we weren’t spending enough time together for a couple that was supposedly about to get married.Normally, I would have put her off.But after everything that had happened, after the company chaos and the media disaster and Adrian’s smug face every time he turned a knife in my direction, I decided maybe it was easier to just get through one evening.So I texted her that I would take her out.By the time I arrived at the Montero house, I was already regretting it.Maggie opened the door herself.That alone told me enough.“You’re early,” she said coolly.I looked at my watch. “I’m right on time,” I said. “Chloe is still getting ready.”Of course she was. I stepped inside anyway.The house already looked… off.Not empty, not yet, but hollowed somehow. Like the performance of wealth was still there, but the machinery underneath had started to fail. A flower arrangement on the side table had gone slightly dry at the edges. One of the lam
LILA’S POVThe next morning, Adrian brought in lawyers.Not one or two… a whole army. By ten o’clock, the formal sitting room at his house had been transformed into something that looked halfway between a war room and a board meeting. Dark folders covered the table. Tablets glowed. Coffee appeared
LILA’S POVThe night before, I had gone a little wild online and bought myself clothes I never would have dared to order while living under my aunt and uncle’s roof. When the boxes arrived that morning, one of the maids had kindly unpacked everything and hung the dresses in my wardrobe.Now I stood
ADRIAN’S POVBy the time I got Lila out of the cameras and into the car, the city had already begun to do what it did best.Talk.I could practically feel it spreading through the streets, through office lobbies, group chats, and family dinner tables. My marriage. My wife. Her face. My hand on her
LILA’S POVJason had been silent the entire time. That was what made it so much worse when he finally spoke.“Open it, Lil.”I turned to stare at him. The man I’d thought I would marry had turned at the flick of a switch, and that had never not been jarring. “You have nothing to do with this,” I s







