LOGINVictor’s POV
"Start making calls," I said. "Reach out to every contact you have, every informant, every source. Someone knows something. Someone saw a vehicle on that road, someone heard something, someone talked to the wrong person at the wrong time." "I'm already on it. But Victor, there's a chance this isn't about her. It could be about you. Someone trying to send a message by taking something you care about." The thought hadMarcus's POVThe list my father sent me contained four names, and I knew two of them by reputation alone. The first was a security consultant who had been on Victor's payroll for over a decade, a man named Gerard who specialized in what my father euphemistically called "sensitive acquisitions." The second was a former intelligence officer who had traded government secrets for private sector money and never looked back. The third and fourth were lower level operatives who handled logistics and surveillance, the kind of people who knew everything about an operation but had no stake in its outcome.None of them were answering their phones.I stood at the edge of the crash site while the police finished their preliminary investigation, my phone pressed to my ear and my father pacing behind me like a caged animal. Iris's parents had been taken to the station to file a formal report, and her mother had gripped my arm before she left with a desperation that made my chest ache. "Find her," sh
Marcus’s POV I couldn’t believe what I just heard. No wonder Iris stood no chance against him."She told you she was done and you decided to abduct her. That's not love, Dad. That's a crime." I stepped closer, close enough to see the lines around his eyes and the tension in his jaw and the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead that betrayed the panic he was trying so hard to hide. "You've spent months telling yourself you were protecting her. You drugged me on my honeymoon and followed her across the country and bought her publisher, and you called all of it love. But love doesn't run people off the road. Love doesn't hire men to intercept a woman on a dark highway. Love doesn't stand in the wreckage and pretend it had nothing to do with the disaster.""Marcus...""I'm not finished." My voice was steady, steadier than it had any right to be, and I realized somewhere in the back of my mind that I was no longer afraid of him. He had spent my whole life looming over me, an impossible sta
Marcus’s POV I had been sitting in my office at the company headquarters, a building I had not set foot in since the tabloid story broke and my face became synonymous with humiliation. But bills needed paying and work needed doing, and I had decided somewhere in the haze of the past few weeks that I would not let my father's sins drive me out of my own life. The voicemail had arrived as I was reviewing quarterly reports, her name appearing on my screen for the first time since I walked out of our house and didn't look back.I almost didn't listen. I had deleted every message she sent without opening it, had forwarded every text to a folder I never looked at, had trained myself to stop hoping her name on my phone meant something other than another apology I wasn't ready to hear. But something about the length of this one made me pause. Forty-seven seconds. Most of her messages were under ten, brief and broken and full of words she couldn't quite get out. Forty-seven seconds meant some
Iris’s POVI could feel my consciousness returning in stages, like a swimmer pushing toward the surface of a dark lake, and the first thing I felt wasn't fear or confusion but a hot pulse of fury because I knew exactly who was responsible for this. The blindfold pressed against my eyelids and the restraints circled my wrists and the cold concrete floor seeped through my clothes, but all I could think about was Victor sitting in that coffee shop with his hands folded on the table, telling me I was rewriting history while he was already planning this."Victor!" My voice scraped out of my throat and echoed off the walls, and I didn't care who heard me because I wanted him to know I wasn't going to make this easy. "I know you can hear me. What is this? You couldn't convince me to stay with your words so now you're going to force me? This is low, even for you."The silence after that was thick and heavy, the kind of silence that felt like it was listening. I strained against it, waiting f
Victor’s POV "Start making calls," I said. "Reach out to every contact you have, every informant, every source. Someone knows something. Someone saw a vehicle on that road, someone heard something, someone talked to the wrong person at the wrong time." "I'm already on it. But Victor, there's a chance this isn't about her. It could be about you. Someone trying to send a message by taking something you care about." The thought had already occurred to me, and it made my blood run cold. I had enemies. A man in my position always had enemies. Business rivals I had crushed, partners I had betrayed, competitors who had spent years looking for a weakness they could exploit. Until Iris, I had no weaknesses. Until Iris, I was untouchable. She had changed that simply by existing, by becoming the one thing in the world I couldn't afford to lose. "If someone took her to get to me," I said slowly, "they'll reach
Victor's POV I had been waiting for the call since the moment I left the coffee shop, and every minute that passed without my phone ringing felt like a small, deliberate insult. The man I had hired was reliable, efficient, and discreet, all qualities I valued highly and compensated generously. He had never failed me in a decade of service, and I did not expect him to start now. But Iris was unpredictable in ways that made even the most straightforward operations complicated, and some part of me had been bracing for complications since the moment I gave the order. The house was quiet around me, the way it had been since long before Iris walked into my life and filled it with chaos and desire and the unbearable weight of wanting something I couldn't fully possess. I had poured myself a whiskey and settled into my study to wait, but the whiskey sat untouched on the desk and my mind refused to settle. I kept picturing her on that highway, her ha
Iris’s POV He was standing near the counter, waiting for his order, looking like he had just stepped out of a business meeting and also somehow a magazine photo shoot at the same time. Dark blazer, crisp shirt, that effortless composure that made everyone around him look sli
Iris’s POV The mall was way too loud for a Tuesday afternoon. Music blasted from three different stores at once, a baby was screaming somewhere near the food court, and a teenager walked past me yelling into her phone about someone named Derek who had apparently "liked her story but didn't text ba
Iris’s POV Marcus did not rush the question. He moved through the kitchen with the same steady rhythm he always had, rinsing the last plate, setting it aside, drying his hands with a kind of quiet focus that would have looked ordinary to anyone else. To me, it felt like he was giving himself t
Iris’s POV For the first time in weeks, the house felt…strange. That strange quiet way that comes after a storm passes but the air still feels charged, like something might crack open again if you breathe too hard. Marcus moved around the living room, humming under his breath, flipping through







