ISLA'S POVAs I stepped out of the cell station where Damian was being held, Daniel was already waiting for me. His sharp eyes locked onto mine as he asked, "Did you get the answers you were hoping for?"I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "It was a waste of time," I admitted. "And I think he’s up to something."Daniel’s expression hardened. "What do you mean?"I glanced back toward the cell, where Damian sat like a caged predator. "He’s too calm. Too confident. I don’t like it."he even said he will be seeing me on the outside soon."Don’t worry, Isla. The evidence we have against him is airtight. There’s no getting away this time." Daniel's voice was firm, but I could tell he was still thinking about something else.I nodded as if I agreed, but the unease in my chest didn’t fade.Later, I found Daniel in front of his laptop, his face illuminated by the dim light of the screen. His focus was sharp, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. Curious, I moved closer and peeked ove
DAMIAN'S POVThe walls of my cell felt colder as I paced back and forth, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Victor, Isla, and Daniel thought they had won. They believed they had the upper hand, with the incriminating evidence in their possession, but they didn’t know what I had planned. They were too eager, too quick to celebrate their small victories. They had no idea what kind of game they were really playing. It wasn’t over—not by a long shot.I had been arrested, processed, and locked away, but what they didn’t know was that I had connections everywhere. Judges, lawyers, even cops—they were all in my pocket, loyal to me for the right price. I had always known that the legal system was corrupt, but now, it was my turn to use it to my advantage. It was time to set my plan into motion.I leaned back against the cold concrete wall of my prison cell and closed my eyes, thinking through every detail of my strategy. I had to outsmart them, and I would. They had the evidence—ev
DAMIAN'S POVThe silence in the holding cell was loud—too loud for a man like me, who had lived most of his life in chaos. But silence was never my enemy. I used it to think, to calculate, to plan. And right now, all I needed was one thing—control.They thought they’d won. Victor, Daniel, Isla… They really believed they had backed me into a corner. But in this game, the corner is where the king waits, gathering his final move.When I was first arrested, I allowed it. You see, sometimes letting your enemies celebrate a false victory gives you time to twist the knife deeper.The moment they cuffed me, I wasn’t thinking about what I'd lost. I was thinking about what they just handed me: a chance to flip everything.You see, I didn’t need to prove I was innocent. I only needed to prove they were guilty. I already knew Victor had sent the evidence to his tech team. I even knew he was planning to leak it to the press. Amateurs always announce their next move like a punch they wind back too
ISLA'S POVFor the first time in a long time, my life had found a strange kind of stillness. The chaos that had once filled every corner of my days was now replaced with a singular focus—work. Titan Holdings became my world. I buried myself in paperwork, presentations, and meetings, not because I cared about the company’s future, but because I wanted to witness its downfall from the inside. The very company that once destroyed everything I held dear was now on the verge of collapse. And I was going to watch it burn.After Damian's arrest, a meeting was held by the board members of Titan Holdings. It was urgent, a response to the public backlash and scandal that threatened to sink the company."We can't afford to let the chaos caused by Damian Lannister and his late father bring this company to ruins," one of the senior board members, Mr. Hayes, declared, pacing across the conference room. "Our investors are panicking, the media is tearing us apart, and our stocks are bleeding.""We ne
ISLA’S POVFor the first time in a very long time, I breathed freely. The air around me felt lighter, the tension in my chest finally loosening its grip. Titan Holdings was crumbling, slowly but surely, and Damian—the man responsible for my father’s death—was behind bars. There was a strange peace in knowing that justice, no matter how long delayed, had finally been served.Judith and I had gone out for dinner at our favorite rooftop restaurant. The breeze was cool, brushing against my skin gently, and the night sky above us sparkled with stars as if celebrating with me. We toasted with wine—non-alcoholic for me, since I’d had enough headaches this week. Judith raised her glass with a proud smile.“To new beginnings,” she said.“To justice,” I replied.Judith laughed. “You always have the more dramatic lines.”I shrugged, smiling. “Well, I’ve lived through enough drama to earn it.”We spent the next hour catching up, laughing, and sharing memories of the days before all the chaos bega
ISLA'S POVI refused to let Damian’s release get to me.Even after his call last night—the way he laughed like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t destroyed so many lives—I didn’t let it shake me. I woke up early the next morning and got ready for work. My mind was firm. I wasn’t going to show fear. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.As I walked into Titan Holdings, the tension in the air was thick. You could feel it in the silence, in the way eyes darted away when I looked at them. The fear on the faces of the employees said it all. Everyone had seen the news. Damian Lannister, the man we thought was gone for good, was back.And he didn’t waste time making his presence known.The moment I stepped into the hallway leading to my office, I saw Damian in one of the private offices, pacing back and forth. His voice echoed from behind the glass. He was already threatening legal action. Suing the board. Accusing people. I didn't need to hear it clearly to know what was coming. He was f
ISLA'S POVThe moment Damian walked out of my office, leaving his threats hanging like thick smoke in the air, I knew it was time. Time to stop being afraid. Time to stop reacting. Time to take control.I sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at the empty doorway. My chest was rising and falling quickly, my heart pounding not from fear—but from resolve. Damian had made his move. Now it was my turn to make mine. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out the small black recorder I had hidden in the corner. It looked like nothing, but it held everything.The day I went to visit Damian in prison, it had seemed like a desperate move. Everyone thought I had gone to plead or confront him about his crimes. But that wasn't my reason. I had gone for proof. I wanted to hear him say it with his own mouth. Why he had done what he did. Why he had ruined everything. And I knew Damian’s weakness—his pride. He never backed down from boasting about his victories.He thought he was untouchable.He thou
ISLA’S POVThe war was over. Not just the one I fought in silence, wearing heels and a perfect smile, but the one that had kept my heart heavy and my soul burdened for years. Damian Lannister was gone—fled the city like a shadow at sunrise. And while there was no grand parade or breaking news, I knew. I knew I had won.The celebration wasn’t extravagant, just intimate—Judith, Victor, Daniel, and a few others who had stood by me when the storm raged the hardest. We gathered at my place, soft music playing, the clink of glasses, light laughter, and the comforting smell of home-cooked meals. Judith had insisted on bringing her famous roasted chicken and a bottle of red wine she’d been saving for “a day worthy of history.”I laughed more than I had in months. I let myself breathe without worry. I looked at Victor as he watched me with an amused smile. “You’re glowing,” he said, nudging my side as we stood in the kitchen.“I feel like I can finally breathe,” I replied honestly, pouring him
VICTOR'S POVI leaned back in the chair, staring out the window as the city stretched endlessly before me. My mind was cluttered, not with the chaos of the world outside but with thoughts of Sienna. The woman who had unexpectedly come into my life and made me see things from a perspective I never thought possible. She was beautiful, strong, and confident, and I couldn’t have been more grateful for her presence. But lately, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease—a feeling that things were shifting, and I needed to make sure we were both on the same page.Our relationship had been growing steadily, and we’d reached a point where we were living together. It felt like the natural next step for us. But as much as I loved her, there was something about the future that I hadn’t yet confronted. I had spent so much time building my career in the fashion industry, creating a name for myself, and handling the endless demands of clients, but I was starting to see that I couldn’t do it
NATHAN'S POVThe morning light broke through the glass windows of my restaurant, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The atmosphere was different now—calmer, more refined. I couldn’t help but stare at the space with a sense of pride. This was it—the culmination of everything I’d worked for, everything I’d fought to rebuild after the fire that nearly destroyed me. The grand opening had been a success beyond my expectations, and the momentum was building.New customers were coming in, the buzz around the restaurant was palpable, and I had a growing list of people eager to invest in the business. It was a far cry from the old days, when I could barely keep the place running. Now, I had international clients showing interest, and local influencers were raving about the food. It was almost surreal. If you had told me a year ago that I’d be in this position, I wouldn’t have believed it. But here I was, standing at the helm of a thriving restaurant, ready to take it to the next
NATHAN'S POVThere are few moments in life when everything feels exactly right—when every ounce of pain, sweat, and late nights comes together into something that makes you believe in yourself all over again. That was what my grand opening felt like.My new restaurant wasn’t just bigger. It wasn’t just more luxurious. It was me, reborn.The space gleamed with copper accents, ambient lights, and marble counters that caught the reflection of every glass raised in celebration. The open kitchen concept allowed guests to watch us in action, the aroma of seared herbs, sizzling garlic, and glazed duck drifting across the room. There were private dining rooms now, soundproofed for VIP guests, with curated wine lists and personal chefs. We even had a rooftop lounge with a skyline view that made you forget you were still in the city.I had poured my heart into every detail—from the hand-carved wooden sign that bore my name to the recipe cards we handed out like pieces of art. I hired a stronger
ISLA'S POVI had always known Lucas wouldn't go down without a fight. But I never expected him to fight this dirty. Every morning I walked into the office now, I braced myself for the newest headline, whisper, or suspicious glance. My name had been dragged through boardroom gossip, backchannel emails, and anonymous memos. All fingers pointed at one person: Lucas.Ever since I helped Nathan, Lucas had made it his mission to tear me down. He couldn’t touch me directly—at least not in a way that would be obvious—but his games were relentless. Strategic leaks to the media. Internal rumors that I forged financial reports. Claims that I was emotionally compromised and prioritizing personal relationships over the company’s future. It was all carefully designed to paint me as a liability.But I wasn’t about to back down.At work, I held my head high, keeping my focus razor-sharp. If Lucas wanted a war, he’d get one. Only, I wouldn’t fight him the way he expected. He’d try to rattle me, make m
NATHAN'S POV hadn’t planned on stopping by Isla’s apartment, but after another late night of overseeing the renovation of my new restaurant, something in me craved the familiarity of her presence. It had been a long few months since the fire. A long few months since everything blew up—literally and emotionally.She opened the door with a blanket over her shoulders, her eyes slightly puffy, like she hadn’t been sleeping well either. We didn’t say much at first. Sometimes silence was our safe space.The new restaurant was finally coming together.I stood in the middle of the main floor, tools still scattered, the scent of fresh paint still clinging to the air. It wasn't just a rebuild. This was something better—a new version of everything I wanted to be. A statement. A fresh start.But even as I stood there, admiring the polished countertops and the ambient lighting we tested last night, my mind wandered.Victor.Sienna.I didn’t hate him. I couldn’t. Victor was a good man, even if his
SIENNA'S POVI don’t know when exactly it happened—when Victor stopped being just the man Isla used to love and started becoming the man I couldn't stop thinking about.Maybe it was in the little moments—like our late-night phone calls, or how he’d drive across town just to bring me food when I had a long day. Maybe it was in the way he looked at me, as though I was the only thing in his world that made sense. Love didn’t hit me like a train. It came slowly, gently, until suddenly I couldn’t imagine my life without Victor in it.I still remember the way he asked me to move in with him. We were sitting on his couch, legs tangled together under a throw blanket, watching an old rom-com. I had just made a snarky comment about how unrealistic the couple in the movie was, when he turned to me, his voice calm but deliberate."What if we tried it?"I looked at him, confused. "Tried what?""Living together. You and me."My heart skipped a beat.He smiled when he saw the look on my face. "I kn
SIENNA'S POVWhen Nathan told me about the fire in his restaurant, my heart dropped. The words came out casually—like it was just another rough day—but I could feel the weight behind them. I stared at him, waiting for him to say it was a joke or maybe an exaggeration. He didn’t.“Wait—what?” I asked, almost breathless. “Your restaurant… it burned down?”He gave me a quiet nod, eyes slightly distant, as if replaying the moment in his head. “Last night. Caught me off guard.”I stood frozen in his living room, my fingers tightening around the edge of my phone. “Oh my God, Nathan. Are you okay?”“I’m fine. Just… pissed.” He rubbed his hand through his hair. “Everything was gone. Tables. Kitchen. Décor. Even the cash register melted.”I moved to sit beside him on the couch. “Do you know what caused it?”Nathan’s jaw clenched. “I’m sure it was Lucas.”The name sent a wave of anger through meeven though I don't even know who he hisNathan then told me how he had been making him and Isla liv
SIENNA’S POVI’ve always liked having things figured out. Plans. Boundaries. No room for surprises.But lately, Victor has been nothing but a surprise.He asked me out yesterday.And the strange part? I wasn’t shocked.Not because I saw it coming, but because deep down—if I’m being completely honest with myself—I’d been waiting for it. Hoping for it, maybe. Even if I didn’t want to admit it.There’s been this… spark between us. A silent pull. We dance around it every time we talk. We laugh too much, our conversations last too long, and we look at each other just a second too slowly.There were never any secret feelings. No big, buried truth. Just a growing, electric sort of chemistry I kept ignoring.Until I couldn’t.Until he asked me out.And I should’ve told him before he did. I should’ve said, Hey, this thing between us? It’s not just you. I feel it too.But I didn’t.And now he’s launched the idea of us, and I’m floating somewhere between giddy and terrified.Because I like him.
VICTOR’S POVThere were exactly three things I was good at: solving problems, handling pressure, and pretending like I wasn’t slowly falling for Sienna Collins.The last one? Not going so well lately.She had this habit of showing up in my head at random times—during meetings, workouts, even while I brushed my teeth. I’d hear something funny and instantly think, Sienna would laugh at this, or smell something that reminded me of the cinnamon scent she always carried, like she rolled in fresh bakery air every morning.It was annoying.And addictive.We hadn’t called it anything—whatever this was between us. We hadn’t kissed. We hadn’t confessed anything. But the tension? It was there. Palpable. Thick enough to stir with a spoon.So I did the only reasonable thing a grown man with mildly obsessive thoughts could do.I planned a date.A real one. With no interruptions, Just her. And me.And possibly a small romantic ambush.---I picked the spot carefully. A rooftop garden restaurant in