LOGINDamien’s POV I read Gabriel’s message twice before the full weight of it settled over me. Victor was leaving the country. If he escaped now, with everything we had gathered still sitting in preparation rather than presented formally to the board, he could disappear entirely, taking whatever remained of his stolen leverage with him.“Damien?” Isabella asked, watching my expression shift. “What is it?”I handed her my phone, and I watched her face pale as she read the message. “He’s running,” she said. “He knows we’re close.”“He must have gotten word about Ethan’s evidence,” I said, already dialing Gabriel. “Or Diane warned him the moment she suspected we’d uncovered her connection.”Gabriel answered on the first ring. “I’m already at the airport with security,” he said, his voice tight with urgency. “Private terminal, but I can’t legally stop his jet from departing without something official, a court order, formal charges, anything that gives authorities actual grounds to intervene.”
Isabella’s POV I turned instinctively at Gabriel’s warning, my heart pounding as I spotted Ethan standing near the café entrance, scanning the room. His eyes landed on our table, and instead of the calculated coldness I braced myself for, his expression shifted immediately into something closer to panic.He walked over quickly, ignoring the obvious tension radiating from our table. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “All of you. Right now.”“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Damien said, his tone sharp enough to make several nearby patrons glance over.“I know,” Ethan said. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Please, just give me five minutes.”Sophia, still visibly shaken from our earlier accusations, watched him carefully. “Is this about the payments?” she asked.Ethan’s expression tightened. “What payments?”“Don’t play games,” Damien said. “We traced financial records showing you paid Sophia regularly over the past fourteen months.”Ethan sat down heavily in
Isabella’s POV I woke to find Damien already dressed, standing by the window with his phone pressed against his ear, his voice low and urgent. Something in his posture told me immediately that whatever news had arrived overnight was worse than anything we had faced so far.“What is it?” I asked, sitting up.Damien ended the call slowly, turning to face me, his expression carefully controlled in a way that only made me more afraid.“Gabriel traced the payments going to Sophia,” he said. “Isabella, they’re not coming from Victor.”“Then who?” I asked, though something cold was already settling in my stomach before he answered.“Ethan,” Damien said quietly.I stared at him, certain I had misheard. “Ethan,” I repeated. “That’s not possible, Damien. Ethan apologized to us. He held Grace. He’s been genuinely trying to change, trying to make amends for everything he did before.”“That’s what we believed,” Damien said. “But the account originating those payments is registered directly under
Damien’s POV Isabella’s hand shook so violently the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. I grabbed it from her before it could fall, my eyes fixed on the frozen frame of the video, Sophia standing quietly in Eleanor’s doorway, watching Diane photograph confidential documents without a single trace of alarm on her face.“That’s not possible,” Isabella whispered. “Damien, that’s Sophia. That has to be some kind of manipulation, a deepfake, something Victor created to turn us against each other.”I studied the footage more carefully, replaying it twice, searching desperately for any sign of manipulation, any inconsistency that might confirm Isabella’s hope. But the footage looked disturbingly authentic, the lighting, the movement, even Sophia’s familiar mannerisms captured with unsettling precision.“I need Gabriel to verify this immediately,” I said, already dialing.Gabriel arrived within the hour, his own expression grim as he examined the footage on his laptop, running it through se
Isabella’s POV I woke to the sound of Damien’s voice, low and tense, coming from somewhere downstairs. The unfamiliar room disoriented me for a moment before everything from the previous night came rushing back, the message, the move to the countryside estate, Grace sleeping safely in the room beside ours.I found Damien in the kitchen, phone still pressed to his ear, his expression carved from something hard and unreadable.“Keep this quiet,” he was saying. “Nobody at the office finds out until we know exactly how deep this goes.”“Damien,” I said, and he turned, ending the call quickly.“Gabriel found something last night,” he said. “Robert Hale has a sister. She’s worked at Blackwood Holdings for nearly two years.”My stomach tightened. “Where?”Damien hesitated, and something in that hesitation told me the answer before he spoke it. “She’s Eleanor’s personal assistant.”I sat down slowly at the kitchen table, the implications settling over me in waves. Eleanor, who had defended m
Damien’s POV The message on Isabella’s phone sent a wave of cold fury through me unlike anything I had felt since this entire nightmare began. I read it twice, then a third time, my jaw tightening with every word.“There are others already in place,” I repeated aloud, my voice tight. “Closer than you realize.”“Damien,” Isabella whispered, her hand trembling as she clutched Grace’s crib railing. “What does that mean? Who else could be involved?”“I don’t know,” I admitted, though the admission tasted bitter. “But we’re not staying here tonight. Not until security sweeps this entire house again, top to bottom.”Within the hour, our entire estate had transformed into something resembling a controlled emergency, security personnel moving methodically through every room, every closet, every possible hiding place, while Isabella held Grace close, refusing to let her out of arm’s reach for even a moment.Gabriel arrived shortly after, his expression grim as he coordinated with the securit
Isabella's Pov I don’t know why I kept talking to him. Maybe it was because he didn’t look at me with pity. For the first time in hours, someone saw me as a real person instead of a problem.We talked for almost two hours. I didn’t go deep into my mess or say Ethan’s name. We just talked about sma
Isabella's POV“You really think this baby is going to change anything, Isabella?” Ethan’s voice was cold and sharp. He stood in the middle of his fancy Manhattan penthouse office, the one I had helped design with the expensive walnut floors and big windows looking out over the city. “I’m engaged,
Damien’s POV“You are quiet tonight.”I looked up from my laptop. Isabella stood near the couch holding two cups of tea.“I am working.”“That was not my question.”She walked closer and handed me one cup.I sighed and closed the laptop. “You are becoming dangerous.”A small smile appeared on her l
Isabella's Pov The gala was dazzling, huge chandeliers, designer clothes everywhere, and New York’s top business people filling the ballroom. I wore a rich emerald dress that Damien had chosen for me. It looked good and still hid my pregnancy. His hand stayed protectively on my lower back as we wa




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