LOGIN{MAYA POV}I can’t stop shaking.Sophie drove me home from the summit, stayed with me while I changed out of my dress and into sweatpants, made me tea I haven’t touched. Now she’s sitting on my couch, watching me pace back and forth across my living room like a caged animal.“You need to sit down,” she says gently. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”“I can’t sit. If I sit, I’ll have to think. And if I think, I’ll…” I can’t finish the sentence because I don’t know how it ends. Scream? Cry? Break something?“Maya, please. You’re scaring me.”I finally stop pacing, collapsing into the chair across from her. “He knew. The entire time, he knew.”“I know.”“He looked me in the eye and lied. Every single day for months.”“I know.”“He’s a Moore.” The name tastes like poison. “Ethan Moore. Son of Adrian Moore. The man who killed my father.”Sophie leans forward, taking my hands. “I’m so sorry. I should have pushed harder when I suspected something was off. I should have—”“This isn’t
The lounge door opens again. Sophie appears, taking in the scene with wide eyes.“Maya? I saw Cameron come in here and I thought… what’s going on?”“Ask him.” Maya points at me. “Ask Ethan Moore who he really is.”Sophie’s face goes pale. “Moore? As in…”“As in the family that killed my father. As in he’s been lying about his identity this entire time.” Maya’s voice is shaking. “Get me out of here, Sophie. Please.”“Of course. Come on.” Sophie wraps an arm around Maya’s shoulders.“Maya, wait.” I move to block the door. “Please, just let me explain everything. The whole story. Why I did what I did.”“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear another word from you.” She meets my eyes, and the pain in hers is unbearable. “We’re done. The partnership is terminated. I’ll have my lawyers draw up the dissolution papers.”“Don’t do this. Don’t throw away everything we built because—”“Because you lied? Because you’re a Moore? Because you used my amnesia and my trauma to manipulate me int
Cameron Blake walks in, and the temperature in the room drops ten degrees.“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, closing the door behind him. “This is just getting interesting.”Maya spins to face him. “Cameron? What are you doing here?”“Saving you from making a terrible mistake.” His eyes are on me, triumphant. “Though it seems Mr. Moore was finally working up the courage to tell you the truth. How noble.”Maya’s head whips back to me. “Moore? He just said… you called him Moore.”“Because that’s his name.” Cameron pulls out his phone, starts scrolling. “Ethan Moore. Son of Serena Moore, CEO of ETHEREAL. Stepson of Lucas Grant. And most importantly, son of Adrian Moore, the man whose company destroyed your father’s business and killed him.”“No.” Maya’s shaking her head. “No, that’s not… Ethan, tell him he’s wrong.”I can’t speak. Can’t move. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen.“Here.” Cameron shows her his phone. “Photos from charity galas, society pages, business articles. A
{ETHAN POV}Five days.It’s been five days since Maya walked out of my hotel room, and I’m losing my mind.No calls. No texts. Complete radio silence.I’ve tried everything. I’ve sent apology messages that go unanswered. I’ve shown up at Sterling Industries only to be told by Sophie that Maya isn’t available. I’ve even considered camping outside her apartment, but that crosses the line from desperate into stalker territory.So I wait. And I’m terrible at waiting.“You look like hell,” Derek says, dropping into the chair across from my desk, He came to San Francisco yesterday.“Thanks. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”“When’s the last time you slept?”I don’t answer because I don’t actually remember. Two days ago? Three?“Ethan, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” He leans forward. “Maybe it’s time to accept that she needs more than a few days. Maybe she needs—”“Don’t.” I cut him off. “Don’t say it’s over. It’s not over.”“I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to say maybe
{MAYA POV}I discovered it by accident.I’m in Ethan’s hotel room—he insisted on keeping it even though he’s been staying at my place most nights—looking for my phone charger that I left here yesterday. He’s in the shower, singing off-key to something I don’t recognize, and I’m rummaging through his messenger bag trying to find the charger before my phone dies completely.That’s when I see the folder.It’s not hidden, exactly. Just sitting there among his other work documents. But the label catches my eye: “Phoenix Tech - Q3 Financial Report.”I shouldn’t look. I know I shouldn’t.But curiosity wins.I pull out the folder and open it.The numbers don’t make sense at first. My brain refuses to process what I’m seeing. Revenue figures with too many zeros. Asset valuations that can’t possibly be right. Investment portfolios that would make even established companies jealous.Phoenix Tech isn’t a small startup.It’s a multi-million dollar tech company.I flip through page after page, my h
It’s not a request.I follow him out to the hallway, my heart pounding. He closes Maya’s apartment door behind us and turns to face me.“Who are you really?” he asks without preamble.“I told you. Ethan James.”“Don’t insult my intelligence. I’ve been watching you since you walked into that room. The way you carry yourself. The way you look at Maya. This isn’t new for you.” He steps closer. “You know her. From before.”I don’t answer. Can’t answer.“I knew it.” His voice is low, dangerous. “You’re him, aren’t you? The boy from that summer. Ethan Moore.”The name hangs between us like an accusation.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Yes, you do. I helped raise Maya after the accident. I was there when she woke up in the hospital with no memory of that summer. I was there when her mother burned all the photos of you to protect her from your family’s legacy.” His jaw clenches. “And now here you are, years later, pretending to be someone else, playing games with her heart.”“I’m







