MasukFour's POVThe video message sat on my phone like a bomb waiting to explode. Claire Reeves. Jason's sister. A person from the nightmare part of Veronica's past reached into our present on the day we renewed our vows. The timing felt deliberate somehow, like the universe reminding us that peace was never permanent.Veronica stood frozen beside me in our backyard. The last guests were leaving. Monte and Sophia were crashed on the couch inside. String lights still glowed overhead. Everything looked perfect and wrong at the same time."Should we watch it?" I asked quietly."I do not know." Her voice shook. "What could she possibly want after all this time?""Only one way to find out."We went inside to my office and closed the door. I pulled up the video on my laptop so we could watch together. Veronica sat so close that our shoulders touched. When
Chapter 211Veronica's POVNormal felt wrong somehow. Like wearing someone else's clothes. I kept catching myself waiting for something bad to happen, but days turned into weeks and the crisis never came. Four left for work in the mornings and came home for dinner. I went to the foundation and actually focused on my job instead of constantly checking my phone for emergencies. Monte brought home spelling tests and soccer permission slips. Sophia learned to count to twenty and announced it to anyone who would listen.We went on a date to an Italian restaurant downtown on a random Tuesday. No bodyguards. No security team is watching the exits. Just us sitting across from each other arguing about whether pineapple belonged on pizza while sharing a bottle of wine. Four reached across the table and took my hand."This is nice," he said."This is weird," I corrected. "I keep expecting s
Chapter 210Four's POVNathan Graves was arrested for corruption. The words did not make sense at first. I stood in my office while the party continued beyond the door, Detective Rivera's voice coming through the phone explaining what had happened. The man who had tried to destroy me, who had manufactured evidence and orchestrated elaborate schemes to put me in prison, was now facing the same fate himself."How long have you been investigating him?" I asked."Two years," Rivera said. "Ever since your case.Something about his methods bothered me. Too convenient how the evidence appeared. Too perfect. I started digging quietly and found a pattern. Graves has been taking bribes for over a decade, falsifying evidence, and planting witnesses. You were not his first victim, just his most high-profile."The room felt too small suddenly. All the fear and paran
Veronica's POVThe world stopped when Beverly said cancer. Stage three ovarian cancer. The words hung in the air like smoke, choking everything else out. Four went pale, his hand finding mine and gripping so hard it hurt. I squeezed back just as fiercely because we both needed something to hold onto."How long have you known?" Four asked, his voice barely above a whisper."Two weeks," Beverly admitted. "I needed time to process before telling anyone. The doctors want to start aggressive treatment immediately. Surgery first to remove what they can, then chemotherapy."Thomas stood behind his wife with red-rimmed eyes, his hand on her shoulder. He looked like he had aged ten years in two weeks. Beverly was the strongest person I knew, the woman who had survived decades married to a monster and still found ways to be kind. The thought of losing her felt impossible and devastating in equal measure."What do you need?" I asked, because action was the only thing I knew how to do with fear t
Chapter 208Four's POVElena and I had grown close in ways I never expected. After years of separation caused by our father's cruelty, we had rebuilt our sibling relationship from scratch. Weekly phone calls turned into monthly visits. She knew Monte and Sophia as her nephew and niece. Veronica and Elena had become genuine friends, bonding over surviving the Lasombra legacy in different ways.When Elena called asking me to walk her down the aisle, I had to sit down. The weight of what she was asking hit me all at once. Our father had destroyed any chance of giving her away at her wedding. He was dead, his empire dismantled, his memory a stain neither of us could fully erase. But Elena was choosing me to stand in that symbolic role because I represented what family could be when it tried to do better."Are you sure?" I asked, my voice rough with emotion."Completely sure," Elena said. "You are the family that chose to show up, Four. That matters more than biology or tradition. I want y
Veronica's POVI stared at my phone for ten minutes after the UN representative hung up. The kitchen felt too bright, too ordinary for the magnitude of what had just happened. They wanted me to speak at the United Nations headquarters in New York. Me. A woman who three years ago had been sleeping in a shelter with a toddler and no future.Four found me standing there frozen, grocery bags still on the counter. "Veronica? What happened?""The UN," I said stupidly. "They want me to speak about domestic violence prevention. At their headquarters. In front of ambassadors and delegates from around the world."His face transformed. Pride and joy mixed with something deeper. "That is incredible. When?""Six weeks. They saw the interviews I did last year with that nonprofit. They think my story could influence policy changes."Four pulled me into his arms. "You have to do this.""I am terrified," I admitted against his chest. "What if I freeze up there? What if I say the wrong thing? What if I
Detective Rivera's POVI had been waiting for Jason Hale to do something like this. Not hoping, never hoping, but waiting with the grim certainty that came from twenty years working violent crimes. Men like Jason did not just fade away quietly after their victims escaped. They escalated.The call c
Manuel's POVFour was falling apart and I had never seen it happen before. In twenty years of working beside him, through hostile takeovers and corporate espionage and family betrayals that would break most men, I had watched him remain ice cold. Calculated. Untouchable.
The morning had started with something close to hope. Four had kissed my forehead before leaving for work, a gesture so tender it made my chest ache. For a moment, I had let myself believe we were building something real. Something that could survive the wreckage of our past.That hope died the sec
Four’s POVShe slept curled against the blanket, Monte Jr. nestled at her side. My eyes traced the lines of her face, soft, vulnerable, unguarded. She looked… human, finally. After months of tension, fear, and careful distance, she looked like she belonged somewhere, even if only in this room.I d







