LOGINAmelia’s POVI hadn’t expected to receive a call from Damian, but I also never planned to place a call across to him either. If he wasn’t going to fulfill his end of the bargain without a call from me, I was going to make him learn the hard way.But then he called, said it was about the bargain and that he wanted to meet. I scheduled the meeting for today and also gave him time in accordance with my convenience.And he’d specifically required that I grace him with my presence at the Crosswyn Industries for the meeting. I agreed even while knowing deep down that the meeting obviously had a different motive.To settle a bill shouldn’t take any more than the settlement over phone, and a call to inform me about it, but suddenly he wanted to see me specifically for it and of all places, he wanted it to happen at his company. Of course he had an ulterior motive.So to play it completely safe, I took a copy of the signed agreement along with me. But knowing that he might have a foul intent o
Lucas's POV I wanted to ask more questions. I wanted more names, down to the officers that ever made her feel like she made a mistake for trying to be free. I wanted everything I'd need to make sure Ace and Gabriela and everyone else involved understood precisely what kind of reckoning they'd earned themselves. But I didn't ask a single thing. Not now. Not while she was still falling apart in front of me.Inside, though, my mind was already working. Already calculating. I found myself wondering where two people found the audacity to do what they'd done to a child under their own roof, paraded as a symbol of their goodness while they broke and ruined her completely behind closed doors. And I promised myself, silently, with a certainty that settled into my bones like something permanent, that I would make them pay for every single mark they left on her, visible or not. Every scar hidden under ink… they would feel it in equal measure, and by the time I was finished with them, death wo
Lucas's POVTen hours. Amelia and I had been sitting in front of these screens for ten straight hours, and I still hadn't found what I was looking for.The surveillance staff had left one after another, some clearly giving up and leaving me to it which I actually preferred, while others genuinely retired for the day.The surveillance room smelled like stale coffee and a mixture of both old and new electronics, rows of monitors flickering with footage from every corner of the hotel, timestamps crawling forward in the corner of each frame like they were mocking me. I'd gone through the lobby feeds twice already. The elevators. The private hallway leading to the party suite. And I found a few leads. I just needed one more lead to get the face of the person directly on the screen, but the more I stayed, the more it seemed like I might never find it."You should eat something." Amelia said beside me, not looking up from the screen. She'd insisted she could help scan through footage just
Amelia's POV I straightened like it could somehow help me hear better, the flowers still cradled against my chest. "Who was it?""One of the kitchen staff. Paid well above what a shift like that would normally cover."I turned the information over slowly, then after it, I muttered. "Do you think a random caterer decided, all on her own, to poison a woman she'd never even met before?""No." His jaw tightened, and I watched something darker settle behind his eyes. "I don't. Which is why I kept digging.""And?""Gabriela." He chipped in. “She's the real culprit.”The name landed exactly the way he must have expected it to, like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples I had to work to keep off my face. I made sure my expression stayed even, my posture loose, nothing in me betraying the sudden, sharp clarity that name always brought with it.Gabriela. The top name on a list I didn't keep on paper because I didn't need to. I was going to forever remember everything she did to m
Amelia's POVI woke up slowly, the kind of waking where the world comes back in pieces instead of all at once.The first thing I registered was warmth. Something solid pressed close beside me, steady and comforting in a way that made me want to sink further into sleep instead of pulling away from it. The second thing I noticed was my own hand, fingers curled tight around a fistful of fabric, like I'd been holding onto it for dear life for a while.I wasn't fully awake yet. My mind was still somewhere hazy and warm, the kind of place where nothing needed an explanation So I did what felt natural in that state and pressed closer, my fingers loosening from the fabric only to start trailing down instead, following the shape of what I now realized was a chest.Hard. Solid. Warm, even through the fabric.I kept going, barely aware of what I was doing, until my fingers caught the hem of that fabric and slid beneath it without any real permission.I felt bare skin. Warm, smooth and rough o
Amelia's POV The rest of the night after I had that envelope sent to Lucas’s office felt endless. I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling with my ears at full alert, phone clutched tight in my fist, waiting for the screen to light up with his name. Every hour that passed without a call or a text made the silence louder. I told myself he needed time to read through everything, to let the truth settle, but the longer the quiet stretched, the more my stomach twisted. Around four in the morning my eyes finally closed, heavy with exhaustion, yet the moment I woke the first thing I checked was the blank screen, again.I forced myself upright, reminding myself that today was about work, even if it was a weekend. I had agreed to meet Damian Crosswyn, my foster brother, at eleven on the dot. He was coming as a man who needed a strategist to save his crumbling company, not the boy who once delighted in making my life a living hell. And I was going as the strategist he so badly needed, no







