LOGINElias Pov I woke up before the sun had fully cleared the horizon, the gray light of dawn filtering through the curtains of my bedroom. I felt light today. I stared at the ceiling, a slow, genuine smile spreading across my face as the memory of the previous night flooded back. Her voice. It had been trembling, hesitant, but she had said it. *I love you.* I knew how much those words cost her. Mara wasn't a woman of grand gestures or easy declarations; she was shy, guarded by years of having to hide her heart to survive. For her to say it first, to reach out through the silence and claim me, meant more than any contract I had ever signed. I closed my eyes for a second, savoring the victory. I loved her more—I knew I did—because I had loved her from the beginning.I got out of bed, moving with a purpose that had been missing for weeks. I showered and dressed in a charcoal suit, choosing a tie with a hint of deep red. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't see the weary man who had
Mara's Pov The reunion with my father was a blur of tears, shaky breaths, and a million questions that tumbled out of me all at once. I sat beside him on the sofa, clutching his hand as if he might vanish if I let go. He answered everything, his voice calm, his eyes reflecting a peace I hadn't seen in him for years."It’s alright, Mara," he said, pulling me into a firm embrace. "You don't have to keep crying like a baby. I'm her, aren't I? I’ll explain everything just like you want."I nodded, my tears slowing as the reality of his presence anchored me. Every sound in the house, every creak of the floorboards, felt like a victory against the dark months we had endured.Dad started from the beginning. He spoke of the day he had finally wanted to open up to me, but I was still pissed at him. He told me about his change of plans to go to Elias, only for Margaret to get to him before he could reach Elias. "I really regretted it—” I whispered, the weight of my past choices pressing down
Richard's PovI didn't know what to say at first. My mind was a tangle of protective instincts and the cold, hard reality of the last few months. Finally, I leaned back, my chair creaking softly in the stillness."I didn't expect the timing, Elias," I said, my voice sounding more tired than I felt. "But I’d be a fool to say I didn't suspect something was going on between the two of you, even before I had confirmed it."Elias didn't flinch. "I love her a lot. I can't stop now. I’ve tried to fight it when I thought it wouldn't work out between us. and I’ve tried to ignore it for the sake of the family name, but none of that matters if she isn’t by my side. I’m not asking for a favor. I’m telling you that she is the only woman I wish to spend the rest of my life with."I looked at him searching , but I found only a raw, desperate sincerity. "I knew about your feelings at the time," I admitted. "David told me about it. He saw it before I did, or perhaps he was just more willing to admit w
Elias Pov Beside me, Richard walked with a slow but steady gait. The doctor had given him a clean bill of health an hour ago, confirming that the toxins were finally out of his system and his vocal cords was recovering very fast."I can walk to the car myself. You don't need to worry," Richard said, his voice still a bit gravelly, but the strength was returning to it. "I know you can" I replied, holding the door open for him anyway. "But the doctor said to take it slow. I’m just following orders."He chuckled, a dry sound that ended in a small cough. We climbed into the sedan, the leather seats warm from the sun. As I started the engine, I looked over at him. "The space in the mansion is ready for you. Andrea and Camille are already there, and will take care of you. It would be better if we all stayed together until the trial begins. It’s safer."Richard shook his head, looking out the window at the passing city. "I appreciate everything you’ve done, Elias. Truly. But I need to be i
Elias Pov I stopped at Richard’s door first, pushing it open just an inch. He was fast asleep, his breathing rhythmic and deep. The tension that had lived in his jaw for weeks had finally smoothed out. I closed the door softly and moved to the next room.Through the half-open door, I saw Andrea sitting on the edge of her bed. Camille was beside her, her hand resting on Andrea’s shoulder. I could hear Camille’s voice, low and thick with emotion."I am so sorry, Andrea," Camille whispered. "I was so blinded by my own fear that I didn't believe you. I let you stand alone when you needed me most."Andrea didn't answer with words. She just leaned into Camille, her head resting on her mother’s chest, her shoulders shaking with quiet, exhausted sobs. It was a sight I never thought I’d see again—a moment of genuine, unfiltered connection between them. I turned away, giving them the privacy they had earned.I went to my own room and stripped off my suit. I felt like I was shedding a skin tha
Elias Pov "You must be happy, Elias," she said, her voice a dry rasp. "You finally caught me."I pulled up a chair and sat down, keeping my distance. I didn't feel happy. I felt a heavy, hollow sadness that settled deep in my bones. "I’m not happy, Margaret.""Don't play the saint with me," she spat. "Don't act like you care now, just because you've succeeded in putting me behind bars. You Lawson men are all the same. You act like the world revolves around you. Maybe I should've killed you first."I "I didn't know, Margaret. I didn't know about your mother Elena. I didn't know my father had another child living in the shadows. My father didn't mention anything. If I had known, things would have been different."Margaret let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. "Different? You would have sent a check. You would have paid for my silence just like he did. You wouldn't have invited me to your table. You wouldn't have called me sister.""Thats not true, but I am sorry," I said, my voice stead
Elias POVI hadn’t slept.Not because I couldn’t, but because I refused to.Sleep meant silence, and silence meant room for thoughts I didn’t want. Thoughts of where she was. Of who had her. Of what they might already be doing to her.Mara wasn’t someone to play with.And the fact that someone dare
Elias POVBy the time I was done with Amira, I was alone in the quiet room, the hum of the air-conditioning the only sound. My eyes lit up the moment the door opened and she stepped inside.“Mr. Lawson,” she greeted, bowing slightly as she sat opposite me. “I didn’t expect your invitation.”Richard
Mara's POVI wasn’t expecting to see him in my office.The door had barely closed behind me before my gaze locked on the tall figure standing near my desk, his back half-turned, one hand braced against the glass wall as though he’d been pacing.For a second, I simply stood there.“What are you doin
Elias POVThirty minutes had passed since Mara excused herself.Amira’s laughter drifted toward me, light and careless, but it barely registered. I checked my watch, again. And again. Nothing. Mara hadn’t returned.A tight knot formed in my chest.Amira leaned closer, her perfume sharp, cloying. “







