LOGINLaura's POVMy hands would not stop shaking.I stared at my reflection for what had to be the hundredth time that afternoon, wondering if this was really me.The woman looking back at me looked nothing like the girl who had nervously walked into Titan Media months ago with nothing but impossible dreams and blind hope.Today...Today I looked like a movie star.My stylist stepped behind me one final time, smoothing invisible wrinkles from the deep wine-colored gown hugging every curve of my body. The fabric shimmered every time I moved, tiny pearls sewn painstakingly into intricate patterns that caught the light like scattered stars.The neckline plunged daringly, exposing just enough to be elegant while leaving little to the imagination. The back of the dress was completely open, strings of delicate pearls draping across my bare skin like jewelry instead of fabric.It was sexy.It was bold.It was unlike anything I'd ever worn."You look unbelievable," one of the makeup artists whispe
Quinn's POVThe second Thomas stepped into the interrogation room, I knew I wasn't leaving here satisfied.I stood by the one-way mirror, my arms folded tightly across my chest as I watched one of the suspects lazily lean back in his chair on the other side of the glass. He looked relaxed.Too relaxed.It pissed me off."You've had them for weeks," I said without looking away from the mirror. "Why are they still breathing so comfortably?"Thomas sighed behind me."Because that's how investigations work."I finally turned around."No. That's how slow investigations work."He rubbed the bridge of his nose."Quinn—""No." I cut him off sharply. "Laura almost died. She had a chandelier dropped on her head. She was kidnapped. Someone broke into her room. Someone has been threatening her for months, and you're standing here telling me to be patient? After weeks of investigation?""I understand you're angry.""You Really don't.""I do, I am on your page.""You don't," I repeated, my voice
Devon's pov I looked at the address she had texted me earlier and steered my car into the small parking lot just outside the apartment complex. The dashboard clock blinked 8:03 p.m. Three minutes late. Normally I wouldn't have cared. Tonight, however, I had a feeling she would.I climbed out, adjusted the collar of my jacket, and made my way up the short flight of concrete steps. Before I could knock a second time, the door swung open.Elena stepped outside.She wore a knee-length red dress that fit her figure perfectly without trying too hard. Her strawberry blonde hair was pinned into a neat bun, a few loose strands framing her face and softening features that were otherwise permanently carved from ice. Minimal makeup. Small silver earrings. Black heels.She looked stunning.I always imagined the devil would look exactly this convincing."You're late," she stated flatly as she locked the apartment behind her.I glanced at my watch."It's only eight-0-three.""I said eight p.m. shar
Quinn's POVI rounded up the meeting much faster than anyone expected.Questions immediately began flying across the boardroom."What about the revised budget?""Mr. Cardiff, should we move the production timeline?""Sir, what about the—"I held up my hand."My assistants will address every remaining question."Several people exchanged confused looks."If you'll excuse me."Without waiting for another objection, I picked up my phone and walked out of the boardroom.Elena called after me that she'd send the remaining files later, but I barely heard her.Laura's frightened voice still echoed inside my head."You have to come home."She had sounded terrified.Completely terrified.The drive home felt twice as long as usual.Every red light irritated me.Every slow driver became another obstacle between me and my wife.Fake wife. She's not even my wife, just a fake fiance. I reminded myself but it seemed to float away as soon as I thought of it.By the time I pulled into the driveway, I w
Devon's POVShe typed furiously away on her keyboard, completely ignoring my existence for what had to be the hundredth time this week.That had become our routine.I'd walk up to Elena's desk.I'd ask her to dinner.She'd reject me.I'd annoy her some more.She'd somehow become even colder than before.Honestly, I was starting to admire the consistency.I leaned against the edge of her desk with my arms folded."Dinner?""No.""Dinner with dessert?""No.""Dinner with dessert and absolutely no work talk?""No."I clicked my tongue."You're making this very difficult.""I wasn't aware my purpose in life was making yours easier."I placed a hand dramatically over my heart."That hurts.""I wasn't aiming for your heart."She didn't even spare me a glance.Her fingers continued dancing across the keyboard."Come on, Elena."Nothing."At least agree once."Still nothing."Aren't you bothered by my presence?"Silence."Don't you want me to shut up?"She finally looked up."I would love tha
Laura's POVMy heart refused to slow down.It hammered violently against my ribs as Elena's words echoed over and over inside my head."Now I have to kill you."The sentence repeated itself so vividly that I could still hear the coldness in her voice.Did she have any idea what she had just admitted?Did she even realize what she was saying?"Elena..." I whispered carefully, taking one slow step backward. "Listen to me. Whatever this is, we can talk about it, okay? We can fix it."For a brief second, the smile on her face disappeared.Not completely.Just enough for something darker to replace it."Oh, we had time to talk," she said quietly. "You never showed up.""What?""You remember?"I frowned."You weren't interested."Her words made absolutely no sense.My back continued brushing against the wall as she walked closer, one slow step after another.Every instinct inside me screamed at me to run.But where?There was nobody inside the house except me.For some reason Quinn had deci
Quinn's POVI had never hated silence more.The house was quiet.Too quiet.And every second that passed felt like someone was pressing a blade deeper into my chest.Laura was gone.The thought still didn't feel real. I kept expecting my phone to ring.I kept expecting her name to appear on the scr
Laura's POVThe first thing I noticed was the pain.Not fear.Not confusion.Pain.A sharp, pounding ache spread through my head, making it feel like my skull was splitting openfrom the inside.I slowly opened my eyes.The room was blurry.For a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I wa
Laura’s POVI must have fallen asleep because I couldn’t conjure up any more thoughts in my head.At some point, exhaustion finally dragged me under.That was until I heard a sound.My brows furrowed immediately.Footsteps.For a second, my sleepy brain tried convincing me it was nothing. Maybe one
LauraThe second I stepped onto the set of The Last Ember, every single person turned to look at me.My stomach immediately tightened.The massive soundstage buzzed with controlled chaos. Crew members rushed around carrying lighting equipment. Makeup artists stood near the trailers holding coffee c







