Scarlett’s POV.I didn’t just leave Leon’s office—I stormed out, my heels striking the polished floor hard enough to echo down the hall. My pulse was pounding in my ears, drowning out the sound of the staff moving in the distance. Every step away from him felt like a small act of reclaiming myself.His voice still rang in my head, smooth and steady as he explained himself like he was doing me a favor. Like I should be grateful.I bought it to keep it safe until I could put it in your hands.Safe? My lips twisted in a bitter smile as I replayed the words. That was the kind of line people fed you when they were already holding something that wasn’t theirs. It was the same excuse I’d heard my whole life, dressed up in different tones, from different mouths—each one convinced they knew what was best for me.Every moment I had mistaken for protection now felt premeditated. Every time Leon had intervened, drawn a line in the sand, told me to trust him… all of it felt like part of the same l
Leon’s POV.The faint sound of paper shifting stopped me dead in my tracks and I lowered the cup of steaming-hot coffee from my lips.The door to my office was ajar, letting in a sliver of hallway light. I’d only stepped out for a brief call with Ezra and grabbed a coffee in the process—ten minutes at most—and I had been certain I’d left the door shut. But now, standing in the doorway, I saw her.Scarlett.She was on my side of the desk. Her posture was rigid, both hands resting on the edge of the file I had been reviewing before I left. The one file I’d made a point to keep closed whenever she entered the room.My stomach tightened.She didn’t turn to look at me, but her head tilted slightly, enough that I knew she’d heard me walk inside. The silence stretched, heavy and almost-near suffocating, before she finally spoke.“Elodie Carradine.” Her tone was calm, but I caught the tremor beneath it. “That’s my mother’s name.”The name worsened the tension in my shoulders.I moved slowly,
Scarlett’s POV. Two Months Later…For the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe. Really breathe.The disorder that had swallowed my life whole seemed to have finally loosened its grip. Dana and Dahlia were still behind bars, rotting away in a cell. Caden—bless his self-preserving cowardice—had been silent for weeks. I hadn’t seen his smug face, hadn’t heard his voice which would always drip with arrogance, hadn’t even caught wind of his usual underhanded attempts to worm himself back into my life.Either he’d finally learned his lesson… or he was lying low until the smoke from the Dana and Dahlia disaster cleared.It had been two months since their arrests, and still, the headlines wouldn’t let them go.Every few days, another update hit the front pages. Leaked testimonies. Financial audits. Hidden accounts. The tabloids were thriving on it. And just three days ago, the press released their mugshots.I had stared at those photos longer than I’d admit.Dana—her perfect
Scarlett’s POV.The sound came first—sharp and intrusive against the muffled quiet of my room.I was somewhere between sleep and waking when the vibration on my nightstand rattled the glass of water beside it. For a second, I thought it might be another DM, some person taunting me with yet more excerpts from my diary…My body tensed before my brain had even caught up.I fumbled for the phone, dragging it toward me without opening my eyes fully. The name on the screen—Olivia—pushed me the rest of the way into consciousness.Why on earth would she be phoning me this early?I swiped to answer, rubbing my temple. “Olivia? What’s wrong?”Her voice was breathless as she asked, “Scarlett—have you seen the news?”I sat up too fast, the blanket sliding down to my waist. Oh no. Did I even want to know? “No. What news?”There was a pause on her end—short, but enough for my stomach to bottom out. My mind leapt immediately to the worst possibility.The diary.They’d done it. Whoever had it—Dana, o
Leon’s POV.The night had been quiet until I decided to finish some administrative work in my study. I sat behind the large oak desk, the glow of the desk lamp spilling across a neat stack of reports and payroll summaries. My staff roster for the month was on top, along with recent expense approvals and termination requests. It was supposed to be routine—something I could get through in under half an hour.Halfway down the list, a name stopped me.Amira.The neat black letters seemed to glare at me from the page. Terminated. Requester: Scarlett Lemaire. Effective immediately. The date was only a few days ago. My brow furrowed.Scarlett had mentioned this girl in passing once, but I couldn’t remember her telling me why she mattered enough to bring her up.I scanned the notes column, expecting a clear reason. Instead, there was a single line: Breach of trust. That was it. Nothing else to justify an immediate dismissal.I pushed the file aside and pulled my laptop closer, logging into th
Leon’s POV.I chose a location that wouldn’t draw any attention. A quiet, private lounge tucked away in one of the older hotels I owned, where the staff knew how to keep to themselves. Gavin was already there when I arrived, seated in a leather armchair by the window, a coffee cup in front of him and his phone placed face down.He rose the moment he saw me, greeting me with that easy charm he seemed to wear all the time. “Leon,” he acknowledged warmly. “I appreciate you making the time. I wasn’t sure you’d want to meet again in person about this.”“I make time for the right opportunities,” I replied, shaking his hand firmly before taking the seat opposite him.We exchanged a few minutes of polite talk before I leaned back slightly, keeping my tone light. “You mentioned that building the other day. I’m interested in seeing it in person before I decide. Tell me more about it—how old it is, the state it’s in, anything you think I should know.”Gavin smiled, clearly pleased at my interest