MasukEvian’s POVThe boutique doors slid open, and I walked in without hesitation, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The place smelled like luxury clean, expensive, and deliberate. Racks of designer pieces lined the walls, each item carefully displayed like it was art.A sales assistant approached immediately. “Welcome, Miss. How may I assist you today?”“I’m not browsing,” I said simply. “Show me your new arrivals.”She nodded quickly and led me further inside.I didn’t come here to think. I came here to spend.I moved from rack to rack, picking out pieces without overanalyzing them. Dresses, heels, a handbag I didn’t even check the price for. The assistant followed behind me, carefully carrying everything like it was fragile glass.“Add that one too,” I said, pointing at a silk dress on display.“Yes, Miss.”I was halfway through selecting another piece when a familiar voice cut through the air.“Well, isn’t this surprising.”I didn’t need to turn around to know
Evian’s POVThe morning light streamed through the apartment windows, painting the room in soft gold. I was already awake, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes with the kind of focus that could rival a chef. The smell of butter and syrup filled the air, and I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. For once, things weren’t chaotic, weren’t demanding, weren’t full of threats or power plays. It was just a simple morning.That was until I heard the soft click of the bedroom door opening behind me.Cassian stepped out, still in his usual casual elegance trousers that fit him perfectly, a simple shirt, hair slightly tousled from sleep but there was a small smile playing on his lips that I didn’t usually see. His phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced at it, reading something that made his lips twitch into a half smile.“Last night was different,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to catch.I raised an eyebrow without turning around. “Different? In what
Evian’s POV18+The meeting with the richest man had gone better than I expected. Somehow, sitting across from someone who could literally bend markets with a single decision made me feel both nervous and alive. He had asked insightful questions about the company, my plans, and my vision for its future. I hadn’t lied—I had answered truthfully, even if part of me still felt uncertain.By the end, he leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his face, and said he would consider everything and get back to me. That tiny promise felt monumental. Someone like him, someone who could invest, could help me finally take control of my mother’s company without the interference of my father, stepmother, and Caleb.I stepped out of the office with a sense of relief and a heartbeat that refused to calm. I needed… someone. Someone who understood everything I had been through and who didn’t see me as fragile or inexperienced.Cassian.I called him as I left the building, expecting a few minutes of sm
Evian’s POVI arrived at the company headquarters with a mix of anticipation and nerves. The meeting today wasn’t just another pitch; it was the richest man in the city expressing interest in investing in my company. Me. The rightful heir of my mother’s legacy. Somehow, the thought still didn’t feel real.I had barely walked into the glass foyer when I spotted someone familiar near the lobby. My chest tightened for reasons I didn’t fully understand at first. Cassian.He was standing near a small group of men, one of whom was holding a glass of wine and handing it over to him in a way that made my skin crawl. The man’s smirk was arrogant, and the subtle angle of his hand suggested an attempt to humiliate him.No.My fists clenched before I even realized it. I didn’t think. I just moved.“You!” I shouted as I stormed forward, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it sharply. The wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor with a sharp crack, startling everyone nearby.The
Kate’s POVI sat in the living room, twirling a strand of my hair absentmindedly around my finger. The sunlight was spilling through the curtains, but I hardly noticed it. My mind was a whirl of thoughts, all swirling around the same one: Francis.Ever since the auction fiasco, everything had changed. He wasn’t the man I thought he was or at least, the one I wanted him to be. The money, the status, the image it all mattered. And now? He had made a fool of himself, over something as trivial as a necklace. One hundred million for a piece of jewelry. Ridiculous. And worse, he looked weak in front of everyone.I heard the front door click behind me, and my mother walked in. She was dressed immaculately as always, a sharp blazer over a pencil skirt, her hair perfectly set. She glanced at me and immediately noticed the tension on my face.“Kate, what’s going on?” she asked, her tone sharp, almost impatient.“I… I don’t know,” I muttered. I could feel my hands trembling slightly. “It’s just…
Cassian’s POVThe apartment was quiet when I returned that evening.The sun was already setting, leaving soft orange light across the living room floor. I tossed my keys on the table and loosened the collar of my shirt before walking toward the couch.Living here still felt strange sometimes.Not uncomfortable—just unfamiliar.Evian had a strong presence even when she wasn’t home. Her bag on the chair, the shoes she had kicked off near the door earlier that morning, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.I sat down and opened my laptop.The screen lit up, and a flood of emails immediately appeared. Most of them were messages I had ignored earlier during the day. Some were business inquiries, others were routine updates. I scrolled through them slowly, replying to a few and deleting the rest.Nothing urgent.Nothing interesting.Just the usual noise that followed me everywhere.I had barely finished reading one message when I heard the front door unlock.The sound was sof







