로그인Mei’s POVBLARE!!!The headlights blinded me.I stood at the spot, my legs frozen to the ground, staring at the car coming in at full speed.I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream…I didn’t nothinh but stare.I was going to die. I was really going to die…The car was just feet away from me. Then—I felt a sudden figure push me off balance and out of the room.The ground rushed up to meet me, and I landed a little hard…but I wasn’t dead.Instead, a face looked down on me. Kristof.He was on top of me, his full body covered mine. His chest pressed against my breath and his breath was warm against my face.I felt the air of the car brush past us and dissapear into the night.I wasn’t dead! I wasn’t dead…Kristof kept his dark eyes fixed on me and I couldn’t pull away from it…Then he asked, his tone low and soft. "Are you okay?"I couldn't speak, the words couldn’t form—so I just nodded.“You saved my life..” I muttered, my voice shaking. “I..i..thank you..”He didn’t answer straight away, in
Mei’s POVThe sun streamed into my room, my eyes heavy as I forced them open enough to see.I barely slept all night. I waited for Adrian to come back andtelk me he didn’t do what I thought he did, but he didn’t come back…I called and texted and got nothing.I forced my legs down from the bed and stepped out of the room. I could feel a certain tension in the air.It wasn’t really something, but it was there—lingering. I could hear the servants gisting , gossiping about something that didn’t sound like good news.I walked downstairs and froze—Augustus. Vivienne. Kristof. Rory where all gathered around the living room…The tension here was so thick you could literally cut it wuth a knife.And then I saw him—Adrian was there. His knuckles were bandaged and his face was unreadable."What happened?" I asked.No one answered me.Then, Augustus spoke. "Matteo Lyes, Jr. was found beaten half to death outside the event hall last night.”Beaten half to death?! No…I snapped my head to Adrian
Mei’s POVHe knew I wasn’t Emma! How?!“How—““Do I know?!” He finished, his tone teasing. Matteo Jr. stepped closer to me. Too close now."I know things, Mrs. Sinclair. About your husbands..your life…your wedding.”My breath caught sharply. My wedding!"What do you know?"“Alot.” He smiled coldly.Then, he leaned in with his lips brushing my ear."Watch your back. We wouldn't want you getting shot at again, would we?"He pulled back and walked away still tugging that smile of his.I stood frozen in the middle of the hall, my mind spinning in so many directions.Matteo Lyes, Jr.'s words echoed in my skull like a gunshot.Watch your back. We wouldn't want you getting shot at again, would we?He knew!How to hell did he know about the damn bullet?! About the shoot out?!Wait—the realization then came at me like ice poured on stone.What if he did it?! What if he was the one behind it?!No, no, no...I need Adrian. NOW!I pushed through the crowd, my legs almost moving on instinct. My ha
Mei’s POVThe bright sun filtered in through the curtains, filtering and forcing my eyes open.I glanced around the room..this wasn’t mine! This was Adrain’s..I slept here?!I felt the other end of the bed, empty and cold—With a slow and deep sigh, I forced my legs over the bed and placed them on the cold floor.The door opened then and Adrian stepped in. His expression was cold and unreadable.The man standing in front of me, looked like a whole different person from last night…the one who touched my face warmly and promised he would never let anyone hurt me.“Good morning..” I greeted warmly.He didn’t reply. Instead, he stepped back and pulled out a leathered and packaged red gown.“Wear this?”“Why?” I asked, brows furrowed."There's a gala tonight.” His tone was clipped. “The Lyes family is hosting and we’re attending because we were invited.”I stared at him. "What?""The Lyes are old rivals of the Sinclair family. They're hosting an event and we need to be there."A cold laugh
Mei’s POVI stood in the hallway, just staring out at nothing but darkness.Kristof was gone now.He just walked away without answering my question.He didn’t confirm it…and he didn’t deny it either which was the troubling part—He just didn’t say anything at all.You're the one who poisoned my father, weren't you?Silence. That was his answer. Silence.I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to feel. I just stood there alone, my world spinning.The one person in this goddamn family I thought was good…I guess I was wrong—Later that night, I was rolling up in my bed. I couldn't sleep.My mind was racing now.Kristof. The vial. Rory's warning. Charles almost dying. The text. The bullet. Everything. It all swirled together in my head until I couldn't tell what was real and what was nightmare.I needed to move. I needed to think. I got up, pulled on a robe, and stepped into the hallway.I walked without direction, just moving past doors, the mansion thick with silence.Then I he
Kristof's POVI stood in my room, staring at the guest list.Alberto Marchiso. The name meant nothing to me and that exactly was the problem.I should know the name, after all, I helped form up the damn guest list.But I didn’t…But somehow he was on it. Someone put in there—someone who wanted him there.To kill Emma?! Well that I was about to find out.I pulled out my phone phone at once and called a contact.GregHe was a man who knew things, he shouldn’t…access to all cameras in the city as well.And plus, he owed me.The line rang a couple of times and then he answered.“Sinclair! Long time no see—“"I need an address…” I cut him sharply.He paused, then sighed deeply. “Well, shoot.”“Alberto Marchiso. He was at a wedding last week. I need to know where he lives, where he works, where he drinks. Everything."There was silence on the end of the phone, then: "Give me an hour."“I don’t have an hour.” “I need it in thirty minutes.” My tone was clipped.“But that’s—““You owe me Greg







