Miley’s POV:
The wind was howling loudly as I helplessly thrashed my arms and legs in the air, but it was pointless. Moments later, I crashed into the icy waters. My stomach lurched, and my heart almost stopped due to the shockingly cold temperature of the water. The last thing I saw before the sea pulled me towards its core, was Archie’s wide eyes bursting with shock. Was this really the happiest day of my life… the day I had dreamed of for so long? So how did it turn into a nightmare? ————— Half an hour ago: The deck of the luxury yacht was alive with music and laughter. The guests were milling about as the Italian coastline stretched endlessly beyond the deck, waves crashing against the rocks below. I stood under the twinkling lights, dressed in the gown that was custom-made for me as per Archie's preferences. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up my spine. I glanced at my phone, the unanswered messages glaring back at me. No, I guess I was just allowing my nervousness to mess with my head. Today was going to be perfect! And why wouldn't it be? Archie and I were going to start a new chapter of our lives today. We would officially become partners in front of everyone we knew. "Hey! Whoa, don't you look amazing today…!” Jasmine, a friend from college, was looking at me with smiling eyes, pulling me out of my thoughts. I forced a smile. "Thank you, I'm so glad you could come! I really appreciate it." “Oh come on! How could I miss the engagement of our ideal couple? But Miley, how did you end up hosting the party here? I thought you hated this country." “Well, that was a long time ago, wasn't it?” I let out a chuckle, adding; “My likes and dislikes have changed now, but I'm surprised you still remember it.” At least the last sentence wasn't a lie, but almost everything else I had said was. I still didn't like this place at all, but Archie had insisted on holding our engagement here. And I had agreed, like always. Because as long as I had the man I loved by my side, everything would be okay. I just wasn't feeling very sure of it right now. "And those guests, they don't seem like your usual crowd. How did you end up inviting them?” Jasmine spoke up again, and I followed her gaze towards a group of unfamiliar guests standing near the bar. The group was dressed formally, like the rest of the guests, but there was something off about them… I had no idea why Archie invited them to our private celebration. They didn’t belong here, or maybe it was just me. Maybe I couldn't get my anxiety under control because Archie was busy somewhere, and I was feeling completely out of place in this godforsaken country! Before I could answer Jasmine, my phone buzzed. “Come to room 358, it's urgent.” I quickly read the message, and gave Jasmine my first genuine smile of the day. “Archie is calling for me, I should go. You stay here and enjoy the party, okay?” “Oh, wow! You're gonna leave me here and go to him? Miley, I'm so jealous. You two are so close even after eight years together!” Jasmine added with a laugh, “Just like our college days, Archie can’t bear to be apart from you… or your sister, right?” I ignored the discomfort that jabbed into my chest at her last remark. Lately, my friends’ comments always left me feeling more uneasy than anything else. That's one of the reasons I preferred to spend more time with Archie. But even then, our private moments were always interrupted by Emily… my sister. Well, she wasn't my sister by blood, but she was technically family. Shortly after my mom passed away, Emily had come into our lives like a lost kitten. She was the daughter of my dad’s old friend, who had also passed away unexpectedly. That was all it took to melt my heart. Who else could understand the pain of losing a parent better than me? And from then on, I started treating Emily like my own little sister. She was really timid and frail, so I always included her in our games. I wanted her to feel like she was a part of our family too! But as Emily grew more comfortable and confident, it was only natural that we drifted apart. We didn't have much in common, and as a result, we had completely different circles of friends. Except for Archie. I had seen Archie and Emily playing and laughing together far too many times. Emily needed someone to lean on, and while we could never become as close as real sisters, Archie was the one person she could share everything with. He was just the type of person who got along with everyone, cared for everyone, without caring for his own comfort. Like the one time Emily had taken my phone from my room, and when I chased after her to take it back, she tried to run away and accidentally pushed me down the stairs. I tumbled down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom of the staircase, blood pooling around me. I had broken my leg, and before I could process my own pain, Emily came rushing over and burst into tears. “Oh my God! Daddy! Archie! Someone please help, there is so much blood! Help, is someone here?!” On hearing her screams, Archie came rushing to her side. “Archie, Miley fell down! She's so clumsy… I tried to save her but she just fell down! I'm feeling nauseous… there's blood… I don't feel well…” After shouting at the top of her lungs, she fainted in his arms, too scared of seeing the blood that she herself was responsible for. Archie was so distressed on her behalf that he carried her to the hospital… leaving me lying there, with my leg still bleeding and covered in bruises.Miley's POV Midnight.The kind of hour when the city goes quiet enough to hear your own heartbeat—and maybe the footsteps of someone you wish you didn’t.I’m parked two streets away from the meeting spot. Never at the actual location. Rule number one: always approach on foot. Makes it harder for anyone to trace me if this goes sideways.The alley smells faintly of rain and oil. There’s a single flickering streetlamp at the far end, throwing weak light over a rusted dumpster and a wall plastered with faded posters. My contact is already there, leaning against the wall with a hood pulled low.“You’re late,” they say, voice muffled.“No,” I reply, stepping closer, “you’re early.”We don’t bother with small talk. They pull something from their jacket—a small, black flash drive—and hold it out.“This is what I found.”I take it, keeping my expression neutral. “What’s on it?”“Records. Financial transfers. Some personal communications.” A pause. “All linked to the night your mother died.”
The message is still glowing on my screen when I step out of the car. I found something.I stare at it for a long moment, letting the words sink in. This source has been a ghost for weeks—unreachable and silent. And now they decide to drop this bomb? My pulse kicks up, but I force myself to slip the phone into my pocket without replying. Never answer too quickly. Nico’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Do I need to clear your schedule for tomorrow?” “Yes,” I say without looking at him. “Completely.” He doesn’t ask why. He just nods and heads inside. That’s the thing about Nico—he doesn’t need all the details to protect me. I linger by the entrance for a moment, scanning the street. And that’s when I see her. Emily. She’s across the road, pretending to be on her phone, but she’s angled just enough to watch me. The same Emily I spotted at the press conference. My lips curl. She came back for another look. I don’t give her time to decide whether to run. I cross the street slowly,
Miley's POV I returned home from the press conference with a sigh of relief, tossing my handbag onto the couch. My mother was seated at the vanity, fixing her hair in slow, deliberate strokes, while my father read the newspaper as if the world outside our walls barely mattered. “She’s going after the competitors,” I said, my voice bubbling with glee. “Not us. She stood there in front of all those reporters, pointing fingers at people who had nothing to do with this. She’s chasing shadows.” My mother barely looked up from the mirror. “Good. The further she is from the truth, the safer we are.” My father smirked faintly behind the paper. “You sound as if you doubted us. We told you before, no matter what she tries, she’ll never reach the bottom. That grave is sealed, and so is the past.” I folded my arms, pacing. “Still… she’s unpredictable. I’ve seen her pull things off that shouldn’t be possible. I don’t like it when she had that look in her eyes.” My mother waved a hand. “Then
Author's POV:Emily woke to the faint metallic chirp of her phone buzzing against the glass top of her nightstand. She blinked blearily at the sunlight cutting through the blinds, the warm stripes of gold falling across her sheets. Normally she would have ignored it and slept another hour, but the buzz came again, persistent.With a groan, she rolled over and snatched the phone up. The screen lit with a flurry of messages in her friends’ group chat, but one in particular made her sit up straighter.A headline.“Miley Godfrey Pushes for Reinvestigation into Isabella Godfrey’s Death.”Emily’s stomach dropped. She tapped the link so hard her nail clicked against the glass. The article loaded quickly, complete with a sharp, professional photo of Miley, looking determined in a dark blazer. The text beneath spelled it out in cold, unavoidable words: Miley had officially submitted a request to reopen the case surrounding her mother’s death, citing “unresolved questions” and “inconsistencies
Miley's POV My stomach twisted. The house that was already cold now felt like a crypt. I turned to go, but a hand landed on my shoulder.I jolted, nearly screaming, my breath caught in my throat. My body went rigid.“Hey now.” A low, too-calm voice followed. “You’re here early. Why?”I turned slowly to see my father’s face. Smiling. That quiet, heavy smile that always made my skin crawl. There was no warmth behind it—just calculation, curiosity, and control.I forced my lips to stretch into something resembling a smile.“Hey, Dad,” I said, voice higher than I wanted it to be. “Yeah, I was just… nearby. Thought I’d swing by to grab a few of Mom’s photo albums.”He nodded, gaze scanning my face too closely. Like he was trying to peel something from me.“You look pale.”“I… I skipped lunch,” I said quickly, pulling away slightly and adjusting my bag. “Didn’t realize how late it got.”He reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.I resisted the urge to flinch.“You always forge
Nico turned to me, his voice quieter now but no less firm."Is there anything else you want to tell them, Miley?"I looked up, scanning the faces around me. The same ones who whispered behind my back moments ago. My heart was still thudding, not out of fear anymore, but from the weight of finally being seen.Before I could speak, one of the senior staff members — Mr. Desai from Finance — stepped forward.“We sincerely apologize, Miss Miley,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “We didn’t mean to insult you. Truly. If needed, we’re willing to issue an official apology from the team.”I blinked, surprised by the shift.Another voice chimed in from the design side — I recognized her from the prints team.“I… I just want to say we respect your leadership. I was wrong to judge. I see that now.”Murmurs of agreement followed. A few heads nodded. A couple of them even looked ashamed.I exhaled slowly. My voice came out steady.“It’s okay. I understand that transitions are hard. But this co