LOGINEvelyn’s POVThe sun was barely over the trees, but I felt a strength I had not felt in months. Lucas had come back. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharp. He looked like the Ashford men of the past—strong, quiet, and ready to protect their home."I am going to the meeting, Mother," Lucas said. He squeezed my hand. "Do not let her see you are afraid.""I am not afraid anymore, Lucas," I told him.After he left the room to prepare, I stood up. I went to the long mirror in the corner of my room. I fixed my hair. I put on my favorite pearl necklace. I did not look like a woman who was being "erased." I looked like the Mistress of the House.I walked out of my room and headed toward the kitchen. Usually, I stayed in my room until Valentina left, but not today.In the kitchen, the maids were moving slowly. They looked scared. They were looking at the door, waiting for Valentina to come in and start screaming. Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper, was holding a tray with shaking hands."Mrs.
"I heard some news in the village today," Martha said, her voice dropping.I froze. "What news?""Nothing about us. But the travelers... they say there is big trouble in the city. A fire at the Ashford company. They say the family is fighting itself. It’s all over the papers."I felt a sharp pang in my chest. A fire? Was Lucas okay?"Is... is everyone safe?" I asked, trying to sound like I didn't care."They didn't say. Only that the billionaire’s wife is taking charge. She’s a strong one, that Valentina. Or so they say."I looked at the ground. I pictured Lucas. I pictured the look of pain in his eyes the last time I saw him. He was a powerful man, but he was surrounded by sharks. And now, the biggest shark was his own wife."I hope he’s okay," I whispered."He chose his path, Sarah," Martha said gently. "You must focus on yours. Look at this little one. He needs a mother who is present, not a mother who is living in the past."She was right. I turned back to Leo. He reached out his
I marched to her room and pushed the door open. She was sitting in her chair, reading a book. She looked up, her face pale."Where did he go?" I demanded."I don't know," she said. Her voice was steady, but I could see her hands shaking."Don't lie to me, old woman! You were talking to him this morning. He tells you everything.""He just needed some air, Valentina. You have made this house impossible to live in. He went to work at the ports.""The ports? In this weather?" I laughed. "He’s hiding from me. He thinks he can just run away and I’ll stay here like a good little girl."I turned to the doorway. Mrs. Gable and two other maids were standing there, watching."What are you looking at?" I shouted at them. "Get back to work! Clean the windows! Scrub the floors! If I see one speck of dust when I come back down, you’re all fired!"They scrambled away like frightened mice. I turned back to Evelyn."You think you’ve won something, don't you?" I hissed. "You think he’s going to come bac
Lucas’s POVThe mansion felt like it was shrinking. Every wall was covered in gold, every floor was made of the finest marble, but I felt like a prisoner in a very expensive cage. For the last week, I had barely spoken to Valentina. We lived in the same house, but we were like two ghosts passing each other in the dark.I stayed in my study most of the time. I didn't want to see her eyes, which were always full of greed. I didn't want to hear her voice, which was always complaining. But most of all, I didn't want to see the way she treated my mother.My mother, Evelyn, was a shadow of the woman she used to be. She used to walk with her head high. She used to be the one who gave orders to everyone. But now, she looked small. Valentina had taken over everything. She changed the menus, she changed the flowers, and she even changed the way the maids dressed.One morning, I was walking past the kitchen when I heard a loud crash."I told you to clean the silver properly!"It was Valentina. I
I sat back down in my chair. I felt like I was in a cage. A golden, expensive cage, but a cage nonetheless. I thought about my mother, crying at the table. I thought about Charlotte, who hadn't called me in weeks. I had lost everyone I loved because I wanted to be "the leader."I opened the bottom drawer of my desk. I pulled out a small, old sketchbook. I had taken it from Naomi’s room a long time ago. I opened it to a page where she had drawn a picture of a man sitting on a bench. It was me.In the drawing, I looked happy. I looked peaceful."I'm sorry, Naomi," I whispered to the paper. "I'm so sorry."I didn't go to the gala. I stayed in my study and drank whiskey until the world became blurry. I dreamt of a small blue house and the smell of green apples. But when I woke up, I was still in the mansion, and the sun was rising on another day of silence and screams.Valentina’s POVThe gala was perfect. Everyone told me I looked like a princess. I drank the best champagne and laughed w
Naomi’s POVIn the mountains, the world was simple and sweet.Leo was now five months old. He was a happy baby. He didn't cry much, and when he did, it was usually because he was hungry or wanted to be held. He had the biggest, darkest eyes I had ever seen. Every time I looked at him, I saw a memory of Lucas, but it didn't hurt anymore."He’s trying to sit up, Naomi! Look!" Martha called out from the living room.I ran from the kitchen, wiping my hands on my apron. Leo was on a soft blanket on the floor. He was wiggling his little legs, his face red with effort. He pushed himself up with his tiny arms, stayed steady for three seconds, and then flopped back down with a happy "Goo!"We all laughed. Martha, Clara, and I were like a little family. We didn't have a lot of money, but we had enough. I had started drawing again, not for Lucas, but for the village. I drew the local children and the farm animals. The people in the village liked me. They didn't know my real name. They called me
I looked at the fireplace. The flames were dancing, orange and red. I thought about my office. I thought about the peace I felt today. Then, for just a split second, an image of Naomi flashed in my mind—her big eyes, her quiet voice, the way she looked when she was drawing.I pushed the image away.
Naomi’s POVThe darkness was not black. It was a strange, heavy gray. I felt like I was underwater, trying to swim to the surface, but the water was made of lead. I could hear voices, but they sounded like they were coming from a long, metal tunnel."She’s waking up! Look, her eyes are moving!"I f
Abigail’s POVI knew someone was watching me.I didn't see them, but I felt them. It was a cold feeling at the back of my neck. Ever since I left my apartment this morning, a gray sedan had been two cars behind my bus. When I went into the coffee shop, a man in a plain brown jacket had followed me
Naomi’s POVThe sun didn't crawl into my hotel room with the golden grace it did at the mansion. Here, it fought its way through a cracked window and a layer of gray dust. I woke up to the sound of a car horn screaming on the street below. For a second, I panicked. I reached out, expecting to feel







