LOGINEvans' POV
I was in my office when my assistant told me about the car accident.
"There was an incident on Fifth Street this morning," Bernard said, handing me a report. "A black sedan hit a pedestrian. The victim was fine, but the driver fled the scene. Security cameras caught part of it."
I barely heard him. I was too focused on Hailey. She had texted me that morning saying she was going apartment hunting with Mabel. They were supposed to be back by lunch.
"Where is the accident location?" I asked.
"Fifth Street. Near the shopping district."
That was where Mabel wanted to look at apartments.
My stomach dropped. I immediately called Hailey. She picked up right away.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine. Why?"
"There was an accident near where you were. I was worried."
"Oh. Yeah, we saw it happen. It was scary but we're okay."
I felt my shoulders relax. "Thank God."
"Evans, something weird happened though."
"What?"
"The man who saved me from the car. He was this really good-looking guy. But here's the thing. He called me Nana. Like, these is the second time meeting me and he's calling me by a nickname I don't know."
My blood went cold.
"What did he look like?" I asked carefully.
"Dark hair, maybe our age. Really charming but also kind of intense. He knew my name immediately though. Like, before I even told him. It was really weird, Evans. Do you know him?"
"No," I lied. "I just wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you."
After we hung up, I sat in my office for a long time. Just staring at the wall.
Calix. The name echoed in my head like a curse.
It couldn't be him. It couldn't be the same Calix.
But I needed to know for sure.
I called my private investigator that afternoon.
His name was Marcus, and he was the best. He could find anyone, anytime, anywhere. He'd been working for the Wilson family for ten years.
"I need you to find someone," I said. "His name is Calix. That's all I know right now. He's in Paris. Dark hair, around twenty-five years old, and very charming."
"That's not much to go on, sir."
"I know. But I need to know if he's connected to the UK mafia."
There was a pause on the other end. "The Wood family?"
"Yes. Can you check?"
"It'll take some time, but I'll look into it."
I hung up and tried to focus on work. But I couldn't. My mind was racing. If this Calix was the same one I'd heard about, then Hailey was in serious danger. And I hadn't told her any of it.
The problem was, I didn't know anything about Calix except rumors. Stories that circulated in certain circles. I'd heard his name mentioned a few times at business events, always in hushed tones. Something about a young mafia boss from London. Something about vampire blood and lab experiments.
It sounded insane. But in my world, nothing was too crazy.
Three days later, Marcus called me back.
"I found him," Marcus said. "His name is Calix Wood. He's the adopted son of Ivan Wood, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the UK. Calix took over the family business about two years ago."
My hands were shaking. "Tell me everything."
"He's dangerous, sir. Very dangerous. He's been connected to at least fifteen murders. He works in underground markets, black market weapons, stolen art, that kind of thing. But here's what's interesting. About two months ago, he left London and came to Paris. We don't know why."
"Did you find anything else?"
"Yes. He's been asking questions about a lab. An illegal lab that was operating five years ago. The lab was doing genetic experiments. Creating people with special abilities. The man who ran it was a scientist named Dr. Margot Leroux. She's disappeared now, but before she vanished, she made some notes. She mentioned creating twins. Two identical girls with rare blood types."
My heart stopped.
Two identical girls. Rare blood types.
Nancy and Hailey.
"Where is Calix right now?" I asked.
"We've been tracking him. He's been spending a lot of time near the Wilson Corporation building. He's also been following your wife."
The phone almost fell from my hand. "What?"
"Your wife, Hailey Wilson. Calix has been following her, taking photos of her and meeting with her. We have photos if you'd like to see them."
"Send them to me immediately."
When the photos came through, I felt sick.
There was Calix and Hailey at the car accident scene. Calix holding her. Calix handing her a phone number. Calix looking at her like she was the most important thing in the world.
I scrolled through more photos. Calix at a coffee shop near our house. Calix outside the office building. Calix watching Hailey through a window.
He was obsessed with her.
And the worst part? He looked at her like he knew her. Like he recognized something in her face.
My stomach twisted with a horrible thought. What if Calix was connected to the lab? What if he knew about Hailey being created? What if he knew about Nancy?
I needed answers. Real answers. Not just theories and guesses.
I called Dr. Leroux's emergency number. The one I'd gotten years ago when I found Nancy in that underground facility.
She picked up after two rings.
"Mr. Wilson?"
"I need you to tell me about Calix Wood. Everything. Now."
There was a long silence on the other end.
"Mr. Wilson, I can't talk about this over the phone. It's not safe."
"Then meet me. Tonight. Somewhere safe."
"There is no safe place anymore. Calix knows about your wife. He knows about Nancy. And if he finds out the truth about why you married Hailey, everything will fall apart."
"What do you mean? What truth?"
"The truth about your marriage. The truth about what you've been hiding from her. If Calix tells her, she'll hate you forever. And Calix will use her against you."
Before I could ask another question, the line went dead.
I sat in my office, alone, my heart pounding in my chest.
Hailey didn't know the real reason I married her. She didn't know that I'd suspected her origins from the beginning. She didn't know that I'd married her to protect her from people exactly like Calix.
And now this man, this dangerous man, was getting closer to her every day.
I had to tell her the truth. But if I did, she would leave me.
And
if I didn't tell her, Calix would.
Either way, I was going to lose her.
POV: David WilsonI watched Evans from across the foyer of the mansion. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in a week. His tie was loose, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was gripping his phone so hard his knuckles were white. He was a mess.In the Wilson family, we are taught from birth that weakness is a choice. Evans was choosing to be weak. He was choosing to let a woman like Valarie pull his strings, and he was choosing to hide a freak show like Nancy in the basement. It was disgraceful.I checked my watch—a custom Patek Philippe that cost more than most people’s houses. It was 6:55 PM. The car would be here in five minutes."You can't take her, David," Evans said, his voice raspy. He stepped into my path, trying to look intimidating. It didn't work. I was taller, stronger, and I didn't have a conscience dragging me down."It’s a business dinner, Evans," I said smoothly, adjusting my cufflinks. "The Arnault group expects a Wilson presence. You are currently 'indisposed' with you
POV: HaileyThe next morning, I was trying hard to be the good, happy wife, just like I promised Evans. I had almost forgotten the big, scary truth about Nancy and the basement, thanks to the sleeping medicine Evans had given me. All I remembered was that Evans was protecting an orphan, and that Calix was a bad guy.Evans looked very tired when he came downstairs. He said he had an "urgent meeting" and had to leave super early, but he hugged me tight and promised he loved me. I just wanted to believe him and move on.I went to the office to work on my fashion designs. I was sitting at my big desk, sketching a beautiful dress, when my assistant, Claire, poked her head in.“Mrs. Wilson, David Wilson is here,” she whispered, looking a little scared. “He said he wants to see your new collection, and he won’t take no for an answer.”My heart did a little flip. David, Evans’ older brother, was a huge name in the company, and he was so cold and perfect. I remembered how his eyes felt like ic
POV: EvansI stood in my closet, staring at the navy suit Valarie had demanded I wear. It felt like putting on a clown costume for the saddest show on earth. My older brother, David, had just left, leaving behind a trail of cold fear and the huge mess he made by getting rid of Calix. Now, I was facing a different kind of monster: Valarie, the blackmailer.I had told Hailey I had an urgent late-night meeting with investors, another lie piled onto the mountain. The truth was, I was driving to Valarie’s fancy apartment for our first official "date," or what she liked to call our secret affair meeting.I checked the time. Seven-thirty PM. I felt physically sick. Every second I spent with Valarie was another betrayal to Hailey, but I had to keep going. Valarie had those dangerous secrets—the video of her kissing me and the proof that she was working with Dr. Frost—which meant she still had the power to hurt Hailey and Nancy. I had to play her game until I found a way to win.I drove to Val
POV: HaileyI woke up feeling wonderful, like I’d finally gotten rid of a terrible cold. The confusion from yesterday was gone, and my head felt clear and focused. I remembered Evans and me having a big, sad talk about the lies, and how he confessed he was hiding Nancy, the orphan girl, to keep her safe. He was so honest, and I told him I forgave him.Calix, I remembered with a frown. That weird man who kept telling me scary, crazy things. I shook my head, realizing I must have been so stressed that I believed him for a moment. He was just a troublemaker who wanted to break up my marriage. I felt much better now that I had put that whole mess behind me.I went downstairs, feeling a new sense of peace. Evans was already in the kitchen, looking a bit tired but smiling warmly.“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, kissing my forehead. “You slept for twelve hours. Are you feeling better?”“So much better,” I said, hugging him tight. “I’m sorry for being so dramatic yesterday. I love you, and I’
POV: David WilsonI was sitting in my top-floor office, watching the city turn grey as the sun began to rise. I wasn't just working; I was waiting. I had already sent Evans a chilling text message—Calix is being dealt with. I suggest you focus on your business and keep your wife contained—just to let my younger brother know I was in control. Evans was too slow, too messy, and too emotional to handle a threat this serious.I pulled up the screen on my secure tablet. It showed a live feed from a camera planted near the cheap motel where that pest, Calix, was hiding. He was the root of all the recent embarrassment: the talk of "special bloodline," the claims about the basement, and the threats against the Wilson name.Calix had to go.I had given Evans a chance to handle the problem like a man, but I knew he would try to be soft. He would try to "just scare" Calix, as he planned with his simple-minded investigator, Marcus. I had already canceled Evans’ soft plan and replaced it with mine
POV: EvansI watched Hailey wake up very slowly, like a computer restarting after a huge, forced shutdown. I sat in the armchair across the room, feeling every second of the fourteen hours she’d been asleep. My whole body ached from staying awake and waiting, but the pain was nothing compared to the guilt eating me alive.When she finally pushed the blanket aside and sat up, my heart hammered against my ribs. I saw the sunlight catch her face. She looked peaceful, but her eyes, when they met mine, were hazy and strange. The sharpness, the anger from yesterday, was gone.“Hailey, you’re awake,” I said quickly, standing up and kneeling right beside the sofa. I forced a look of simple worry onto my face. “You’ve been asleep for nearly fourteen hours. I was so worried about you.”She looked at me, trying to sort out her feelings. I could see her mind working, trying to grab the details of our enormous, shattering fight, but failing. The Memory Cocktail was working. I had won the battle, b







