ログインFELIX’S POVMy mother stood there, her body stiff as a board. For a heartbeat, the silence was so loud it made my ears ring. She looked like someone had just ripped the floorboards out from under her, her eyes darting around the small, sterile room as if looking for an exit that didn't exist. She’d spent her whole life curating this untouchable, regal image, and in ten seconds, I’d turned it into a pile of ash."You’re hallucinating," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The confidence that usually radiated off her like heat was gone, replaced by a frantic, jagged edge. "You’ve been through a lot today, Felix. You’re confused. You’re talking about things that don't exist."I didn't answer. I just watched her. I didn't need a confession anymore; her terror was louder than any admission she could have sputtered. I’d spent years wondering if my gut was lying to me, if I was just projecting my family’s inherent rot onto her, but the way her hands were shaking told me everything I need
Felix’s POVThe air in the dining room didn’t just grow thin; it turned into poison. I sat there, paralyzed, watching my mother’s face. She didn’t look like a parent. She looked like a viper that had just finished constricting its prey. The words "I tipped off the police" kept echoing in my skull, a rhythmic, maddening pulse.She’d just handed Leah a life sentence on a silver platter.I didn’t say a word. I couldn't. The fury was vibrating in my bones, making my vision swim. I shoved my chair back, the screech of wood against the marble floor sounded like a scream and I was on my feet before the echo even died. I had to get to her. I had to drag her out of that warehouse before the police gets to her first.I turned to bolt for the door, but my mother was faster. She moved with that predatory grace she’d perfected over decades of social climbing and backstabbing. She slammed her palm against the doorframe, blocking my exit, her expression twisting into a mask of desperate, performativ
Claire’s POVI hated this job.I hated the paperwork.I hated the meetings.I hated the constant feeling that everyone around me knew exactly what they were doing while I was just pretending not to drown. My desk was a fucking graveyard of files and legal bullshit. Ever since I took this office, my life has been one long, soul sucking marathon of paperwork I barely understand. It had only been a few weeks since I officially took over, but it felt like I'd aged ten years. Nobody warned me that running a criminal empire involved this much fucking paperwork. Or maybe they did, and I just hadn't been listening because I'd been too busy fantasizing about revenge.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes.The worst part wasn't even the workload. Alto keeps me just close enough to keep appearances up, but he makes sure I’m always at arm's length. He didn't trust me. Not really because why would he? Grey and Felix were his sons. They shared his blood.Me?I was just the woman who happened
Claire’s POVThe silence after that kid’s prediction was heavy enough to crush a man. My heart was slamming against my ribs, and I could’nt tell what was going through grey’s mind. He finally broke the tension with a low, mocking nod. "Interesting," he muttered, his voice cold. He bent down until he was eye-level with the kid "Do your parents know you're running this little fraud business, or do they just get a cut?"He clearly didn't believe a word of it, but the weight of what he just said was sitting in my gut like a lead weight. I couldn't be here anymore. The air felt thin, like I was suffocating."I’m cold," I lied, pulling my arms around myself. "I’m done, Grey. Can we just go home?"He took one look at me, my pale face, the way my hands were trembling, and he nodded. He didn't argue. He shrugged off his suit jacket, draped it over my shoulders, and tossed a wad of cash onto the kid's table anyway.The drive back was an agonizing, suffocating silence. I stared out the window, w
Claire’s POVIt’s been a week since I crawled out of that hospital, and I’m still basically a damn prisoner in my own home. Grey is treating me like I’m made of glass, hovering, not letting me lift a finger. I’m bored out of my mind and itching to actually start acting like the director I’m supposed to be, but apparently, my body isn't ready for "work mode" yetThe silence from my stalker has been the worst part. It wasn't relief; it was just a slow-burning paranoia. He knew I was alive. He knew. So, what was the game?My phone buzzed against the nightstand, and the screen lit up with a number I’d memorized in my nightmares. It was a countdown, a reminder of how many days were left. seriously? he almost fucking killed me, yet, he still wanted my help?I didn't think; I just hit call, my blood boiling with pure, unfiltered rage. "Why the fuck are you doing this?" I snapped the second he picked up. "We had an agreement! Fifty days! You don't get to just try and drown me because you’re b
Grey’s POVThe drive back to the hospital was a blur of blurred streetlights and white-hot rage. I kept dialing Felix’s number, but every time it went to voicemail, I felt like I was going to explode. I slammed my palm against the steering wheel until my knuckles bruised. Pick up the fucking phone, you piece of shit.When I skidded into the hospital parking lot, I didn't even bother parking properly. I stormed into the ICU waiting area, my eyes locking onto Hannah. Alto was gone. Perfect.I crossed that room in three strides, grabbed her by the collar, and slammed her back against the wall. She let out a pathetic, high-pitched gasp. "Where is he?" I snarled, my voice vibrating with everything I’d been holding back."I…I already told him!" she stammered, her eyes wide with genuine terror. "He knows! He’s on his way, I swear…""Get your hands off her!" Felix’s voice boomed from the hallway. He didn't even slow down; he charged, tackling me into the middle of the room. We hit the floor, a
Claire’s POVAs Grey's cruel words echoed in the room, my eyes blurred with tears, and a sob escaped my trembling lips. Grey's indifferent gaze remained fixed on me as I broke down, crying uncontrollably. My cries grew louder, echoing in the room, but Grey seemed utterly unaffected. He crossed his
Claire’s POVI quickened my pace, struggling to catch up with my dad. He was way too fast, and he didn’t bother turning back to see if I was still following him or if I had failed to keep up.“Dad, wait for me!” I called out, scrambling to fix a hairpin that had come loose in my ginger hair.“Clair
Grey’s POVI headed straight for the bathroom the moment I got home. It had been a long night, and the scent of fresh blood still clung to my skin.I wasn’t complaining.There was something almost ceremonial about washing Frederick’s blood from my hands. I had imagined this night for years — the ni
Claire’s POVBack to presentI was about to head in when something caught my eye. The Italian tattoo on the side of his neck.Grey De Luca. My supposed fiancé… or ex-fiancé. Sometimes, I wished we were still engaged.He was putting on a black suit, holding a black briefcase. Fuck, if I said I didn’







