LOGINMarcus’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
Elena’s POVThe statement got me.I… I… I am not pregnant.The words spun wildly through my head, a frantic, desperate denial crashing against the unyielding wall of my mother's clinical, terrifying certainty. My knees felt weak, trembling beneath the weight of her words as I stared back at her through the watery reflection of the cracked bathroom mirror. My chest heaved with shallow, ragged breaths, my stomach still churning from the violent wave of sickness that had just wracked my body.She didn't wait for me to find my voice or stumble through another excuse.She went straight to where I was standing.Her heavy footsteps clicked sharply against the cold tile floor, closing the distance between us with the relentless, unyielding momentum of a tidal wave. She stopped right in front of me, her dark, piercing eyes sweeping down my trembling frame with a sharp, diagnostic intensity that missed absolutely nothing."Who impregnated you?"The question dropped into the small, cramped bathr
Chloe’s POVChloe returns to the home crying knowing fully well what I have done to my best friend by sleeping with her stepdad, not just her stepdad but the man who got her pregnant, with a lot of guilt on my mind I didn't even know what to do next.The tears came in hot, blinding waves, streaming down my face as I leaned back against the wooden door, sliding down until my knees hit the floorboards. My chest heaved with jagged, agonizing breaths as the terrifying magnitude of my betrayal finally crashed down upon me with full, unrelenting force. Elena. My best friend. The person who had stood by my side through every storm, who had trusted me with her heart, her secrets, and her life. And how had I repaid that sacred bond of sisterhood? By crawling into bed with her stepdad—Arthur King. The monster who had tormented her, the man who had controlled her future, and now, the horrifying realization made my stomach violently turn—the man who had gotten her pregnant.How could I have let t







