Mag-log inLILA’S POVSome days later, the news broke just after breakfast.I had barely settled into the living room with my coffee when the first red banner flashed across the bottom of the screen.TRIAL DATE FOR CHLOE MONTERO SET IN ATTEMPTED MURDER CASE OF MRS. LILA SHEPARDMy fingers tightened around the mug. Then another headline rolled in beneath it.ANDREW AND MARGARET MONTERO FACE LEGAL TROUBLES AS FINANCIAL DOCUMENTS LEAKI leaned forward instinctively.The anchors were speaking too quickly. Documents, the same ones I had read surrounded by lawyers, had reached the press. I barely blinked as I watched it all unfold. The screen shifted to a business reporter standing outside Montero Construction’s headquarters.“Several investors have already begun pulling out,” she said, wind lifting her hair as cameras flashed behind her. “The company, once known for the impeccable standards established by founder Nicholas Montero, now appears to be facing a severe crisis of confidence under current
LILA’S POVBy noon, the living room looked less like a house and more like a crime archive.Monica had arrived with a giant takeaway coffee and her laptop, and in time, Adrian’s lawyers arrived as well. “I emailed Daphne’s family this morning, by the way,” Monica said, sipping her coffee. “Her sister, mostly. I asked if she knew anything from that period. I’m not expecting much. But we can hope.”My mother’s family.The words made something soft ache in my chest.I had spent so long feeling alone that the idea of anyone from her side still existing in the world almost didn’t feel real.Luca slid another paper across the table to Adrian. Adrian skimmed it, frowned, and passed it to Monica. Everyone had slipped into a rhythm now, one that made me feel protected in a way I still hadn’t gotten used to.Nobody expected me to carry this alone. Yet, the weight of it pressed on my ribs.After another fifteen minutes, the words began blurring again.I stood abruptly.“I need some air.”No one
LILA’S POVBy the time Taylor arrived, it was nearly midnight.I was still wide awake.There had been no chance of sleep after that phone call. Adrian had called Luca back to the house, and now the three of us stood in the living room watching Taylor carry in the old document box like it might contain a bomb.In some ways, it did.He set it down on the coffee table with a quiet thud and ran a hand over the back of his neck.“Sorry for being late, sir,” he said. “The box was locked with a passcode. I had to find someone to crack it.”Adrian’s eyes went straight to the metal latch. “We can open it now?”“Yes, sir.”The room seemed to hold its breath.Adrian stepped forward and opened the box.At first, it looked disappointingly ordinary.Papers. Envelopes. Old files. Some brittle receipts. A thick folder with Montero Construction written across the tab in fading ink. I felt my heartbeat drop slightly.Then I started seeing words.Dates.Amounts.Company names.And one name that made my
ADRIAN’S POVThe second Lila went upstairs, I called Taylor.He answered on the first ring. “Sir.”“Lakehouse,” I said without a beat. “I want Chloe found before she gets another chance to run, and I want you to look for that damned box.”“Yes, sir.”“And Taylor?”A brief pause. “Sir?”“Find Jason too.”His tone changed just slightly. “Understood.”I ended the call and stood alone in the study for a moment, staring at the dark window.What Lila didn’t know about that lakehouse was… it did not belong to Jason. It was mine.Years ago, before Europe, before Cognio, that was where I spent most of my time whenever I wanted to disappear. The house sat far enough north to feel like the world had forgotten it. There was a lake, a rough dock, a patch of forest, and enough privacy to think.Back then, I lived there half-feral and quite happily.Fish from the lake. Fruit from the woods. Silence. Code on my laptop when the signal cooperated. Anger sharp enough to turn into ambition. I built hal
LILA’S POVI stared at the note in my hand so long that the words started to blur.I know where Chloe is. Text me when you’re alone so we can talk. — Jason.My heart kept thudding hard against my ribs.If I told the authorities right away, there was every chance Chloe would vanish again. But if Jason really knew something...I looked up.Taylor sat two tables away in jeans and a dark jacket, pretending to read a newspaper. He hadn’t reacted much to the little girl who handed me the note. To him, she had probably looked like what she was pretending to be—just another child wandering through a café, curious about adults.I looked back at the note.Texting Jason meant unblocking him.The thought alone irritated me.But if finding Chloe got us closer to the truth—about her, about the missing box, about my parents—then what exactly was I protecting by refusing?Pride?Pride had already cost me enough in life.I wasn’t stupid. I knew the risks. I would take it only as far as possible withou
ADRIAN’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.
JASON’S POVAfter the call with Chloe, I stood in the middle of my penthouse with my phone in one hand and a drink in the other, trying very hard not to throw both across the room.The city sprawled beneath me in glittering silence. Glass towers. Red taillights. Pools of gold streetlight. The kind
CHLOE’S POVThe first thing to break was not the business… it was my circle. It didn’t happen all at once; atleast that would have been honest. No, it happened so quietly and elegantly that I almost didn’t notice it. Group chats slowed down. Replies came later. Invitations stopped arriving. Girls
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







