LOGINElena’s POVThe heavy hum of the luxury sedan’s engine faded away into a soft, dying purr as the vehicle glided smoothly to a complete stop, resting at the end of a vast, impeccably paved cobblestone courtyard that stretched out beneath the sprawling canopy of the night sky.I came down from the car when we were already home.The door on my side clicked open, and I stepped out, my bare feet sinking slightly into the pristine, manicured lawn bordering the driveway. The night air here was different from the salty, rotting breeze of the coastal safehouse; it carried the crisp, wealthy scent of manicured hedges, expensive outdoor lighting, and quiet, undisturbed seclusion.I lifted my gaze, and the breath caught instantly in my throat.He lived in a mansion, and his home is way bigger than Marcus' home.It wasn't just a house; it was a breathtaking architectural masterpiece. Towering white stone pillars framed a grand, neo-classical entryway illuminated by cascading crystal chandeliers ha
Elena’s POVThe cold coastal wind tore at my hair, whipping wild strands across my tear-stained face as I burst through the hidden utility exit of the safehouse and stumbled out onto the cracked asphalt of the desolate coastal road.I managed to escape running down the road.My bare feet slapped against the rough, gravel-strewn surface of the pavement, the sharp stones biting into my soles, but I didn't care about the pain. I didn't care about the cold, the biting air, or the shredded state of my clothes. The only thing driving my limbs forward was the primal, terrifying realization that my mother had just weaponized my unborn child against Marcus, using my secret as a tactical nuclear strike in a war that was already tearing the city apart. If I didn't get away—if I let them catch me and pull me back into that rotting cage—I would become a permanent prisoner to their games.With my stomach, I started to feel the weight.The physical reality of the life growing inside me suddenly asse
Marcus’s POVThe heavy silence of the master bedroom felt less like a retreat and more like the interior of a tomb.That morning as I prepared for work, nothing much happened again since the company is going down and investors are already leaving. I just need to keep on pushing.I stood before the tall, polished mahogany wardrobe, my fingers moving mechanically down the front of a crisp, charcoal-gray dress shirt, buttoning it with slow, deliberate precision. I didn't bother turning on the overhead lights; the pale, unforgiving gray light of dawn spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows was more than enough to illuminate the wreckage of my morning routine.My empire was actively bleeding out. The mass exodus of institutional investors triggered by Richard and Alexander’s coordinated media blitz had turned the Sterling Group into a ghost ship. The trading floor was in a state of open mutiny, the regulatory bodies were breathing down my neck with emergency audit notices, a
Vanessa POVI didn't turn back. I didn't offer a word of comfort or pause to let maternal guilt slow my momentum. In the brutal world we inhabited, weakness was a death sentence, and sentimentality was a luxury no one in our bloodline could afford to indulge in.I sent the message to my phone as I dropped the phone on the ground and left there.The digital payload—the absolute, undeniable confirmation of my daughter's pregnancy, captured straight from the panicked lips of her best friend—had been successfully routed through the encrypted relay channels, flying through the fiber-optic veins of the city straight toward Marcus Sterling's private terminal. I had left the discarded, burner-linked device lying right where it had fallen on the bedroom floor, treating it like a spent cartridge after a successful shot.My footsteps clicked sharply against the rotting wooden floorboards of the safehouse corridor as I moved through the dim, salt-scented air toward the front room. The coastal wi
Elena’s POVI knew who my mom was a manipulator.The harsh, artificial blue glow of the smartphone screen illuminated the dust-choked corners of the small, desolate bedroom, casting long, jittery shadows against the peeling floral wallpaper. My chest rose and fell in erratic, shallow gasps as I stared at the terrifying words still lingering on the display. Every single fiber of my being screamed in silent protest, yet my limbs remained paralyzed, locked in place by the suffocating weight of the trap closing in around us.I wonder what her plan is now, and why she wanted to manipulate Marcus again.The question burned like acid at the back of my throat. Marcus Sterling—the ruthless, multi-billionaire titan of industry who had just clawed his way out of a holding cell, whose empire was currently bleeding hundreds of millions of dollars, and who was waging a desperate, all-out war against Alexander, Richard, and his institutional investors—was already on the brink of absolute ruin. Why d
Elena’s POV"No, don't tell him!"I quickly typed back, my thumbs flying across the glass screen with a frantic, desperate energy that made my hands shake. The mere thought of Marcus finding out about this—while he was in the middle of a brutal, all-out war with his investors, fighting off federal indictments, and trying to salvage the smoldering wreckage of the Sterling Group—made my stomach lurch with a sickening wave of panic. He had enough blood on his hands, enough enemies breathing down his neck, and enough betrayal weighing him down without carrying the burden of my ruined future.The screen flashed almost instantly, the blue notification bubble lighting up the dark, dusty bedroom as Chloe's response popped into view.And I thought he was still in prison.My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the words, a cold spike of confusion shooting through my veins. Prison? Marcus had been hauled away in cuffs just yesterday, paraded in front of the cameras like a common criminal. Ho







