LOGINSASKIA POVThe heavy steel door of the server room slammed shut behind us, the mechanical locks clicking into place with a definitive, chilling sound. The walk back up the narrow concrete stairs was done in complete silence. My heels clicked rhythmically against the steps, a sharp contrast to Evander’s heavy, measured strides beside me.When we reached the top of the stairs and stepped back into the warmth of the residential wing, the house felt entirely different. The quiet corners and long hallways no longer felt like a sanctuary; they felt compromised.Evander walked straight into the main living room, tossing his leather briefcase onto a modern glass coffee table. He immediately began unbuttoning his damp shirt cuffs, rolling the sleeves up past his thick forearms. "Marcus is outside monitoring the staff quarters. Mrs. Gable won't be talking to anyone tonight."I walked over to the large leather armchair by the fireplace, but I didn't sit down.
SASKIA POVThe temperature dropped significantly as we descended the narrow concrete steps. The air down here was dry and stripped of moisture, chilled specifically to keep the estate’s heavy tech hardware from overheating. At the bottom of the stairs, a single flickering fluorescent bulb illuminated a heavy, reinforced steel door.Evander stepped past me, the silver keycard gripped tightly between his fingers. He swiped it against the digital scanner. A sharp beep cut through the silence, followed by the heavy, mechanical thud of the internal deadbolts shifting.He pushed the door open, revealing a narrow room lined with tall, black metal racks filled with blinking blue and green LED lights. The low, steady hum of the cooling fans filled the space, a white noise that made the outside storm feel miles away."Stay close," Evander said, his voice echoing slightly against the bare concrete walls. "The floor is slick from the condensation near the vents
SASKIA POVMrs. Gable’s hands froze on the white fabric of the towel. The polite, grandmotherly smile she always wore strained at the corners, her eyes flicking from Evander’s wet coat to the heavy leather briefcase gripped tightly in his right hand."The server room keycard, sir?" she asked, her voice maintaining a forced level of professional calm. "Is there a problem with the house network? I can call the technician—""I am the technician tonight, Mrs. Gable," Evander interrupted, his tone flat, freezing, and absolute. He didn't raise his voice, but the sheer weight of it made the wide foyer feel incredibly small. "Lock the doors. Bring the card to the study. Do not make me ask a third time."He didn't wait for her response. He turned and walked down the long, dimly lit eastern corridor toward the private study, his wet leather shoes leaving faint, dark tracks on the white marble.I stayed where I was for a second, watching Mrs. Gable. She slowly lowered the towel, her shoulders dr
SAKIA POVThe private service elevator was small, utilitarian, and smelled faintly of industrial cleaner and damp concrete. Evander didn't let go of my hand until the heavy metal doors fully slid shut, trapping us in the dim, rattling space. The absolute silence inside the elevator shaft felt heavy after the chaos of the boardroom and the frantic shouting of the lobby.I leaned my back against the cold steel wall, looking down at my hands. They were still trembling slightly. Evander stood right beside me, his jaw set, staring straight ahead as the floor numbers ticked down on the overhead display.He had just admitted it. Right before we left the office, he called me his price. He told me that losing me was the only thing that mattered. My chest still felt tight from the sheer weight of his words, a strange mix of fear and relief swirling in my stomach. For days, I had been telling myself that he was just a cold tyrant doing a favor for a dead friend. I thought he was just using his p
EVANDER POVI let the receiver drop back onto the cradle with a heavy, hollow click. Marcus’s words were still echoing in my ears, flipping the entire corporate puzzle upside down. The terminal layout was a lie. The digital footprint hadn't originated from the legal department's floor at all.I looked across the office at Saskia. She was still standing near the massive glass window, her silhouette framed by the gray, rain-slicked skyline of the city. Her small hands were jammed tight into the pockets of her new black blazer, her shoulders still rigid from the confrontation with Victoria."It wasn't Julian," I said, my voice dropping the cold corporate ring I had been forcing all morning.Saskia turned away from the glass, her brow furrowing as she took a slow step toward the center of the room. "What do you mean it wasn't him? Marcus found the authorization terminal?""Yes," I walked out from behind the desk, unbuttoning my suit jacket so I could breathe. The fury that had driven me t
SASKIA POVThe frantic rattling of the door handle sliced through the thick, heavy heat between us. Evander froze, his lips still pressed against the racing pulse at my throat. His hands tightened on my hips for a fraction of a second, his knuckles digging into my skin before he slowly, deliberately let go."Mr. Sinclair!" Brenda’s voice came through the thick wood again, louder this time, her usual professional calm completely replaced by panic. "They're coming up the east elevator right now. Victoria has the court bailiffs with her!"Evander stepped back. The transformation on his face happened in the blink of an eye. The raw, territorial dark look vanished, replaced instantly by the cold, calculating mask of the billionaire CEO. He reached up, smoothing down his vest and fastening the buttons of his suit jacket with perfectly steady hands."Fix your clothes, Saskia," he said, his voice flat, low, and utterly calm. It was the tone he used when a multi-million-dollar deal was hanging
SASKIA POVThe dining room table was absurdly long. I sat at one end, staring at a plate of seared salmon and asparagus that I was too stressed to eat. Evander sat at the exact opposite end, a glass of dark red wine beside his plate, his attention focused entirely on his tablet. The only sound in t
SASKIA POVThe rain was coming down in sheets by the time the sleek, black town car pulled up to the gates of the Sinclair estate. I stared out the window, my hands gripping my small duffel bag. It was the only thing I had left. When I went back to my apartment after the meeting with Robert, my key
SASKIA POVThe mahogany conference table in the law firm of Harrison & Associates was long enough to seat twenty people, but today, only three of us occupied it. The silence in the room was heavy, punctured only by the aggressive tapping of my stepmother’s long, manicured nails against the wood."C
SASKIA POVThe bass didn’t just play through the speakers; it vibrated right through the soles of my heels, thumping against my ribs like a warning. The air inside The Vault tasted like expensive gin, smoky tobacco, and heavy perfume. It was suffocating, but it was exactly what I needed.I adjusted







