LOGINThank you all for coming this far.
Elena’s POVThe air inside the interrogation room shifted the moment Adrian told Ethan to back off. The tension didn’t fade, it only rearranged itself. Silence stretched, thick and uneasy, until Ethan finally spoke.His voice trembled at first, then sharpened. “So that’s it?” he said bitterly. “You’ll just let him control everything, even now?”I frowned. “Ethan, ”He ignored me and turned to Adrian, fury simmering in his voice. “He’s playing husband now, isn’t he? Where was he for the past five years, huh? When she was struggling to raise his children?” His tone rose with every word. “We might not be as wealthy and powerful as him, but at least we were there, for his wife, and for his children!”The words hit me like a slap.I didn’t even notice when I stood up. My pulse thudded in my ears, my throat tightening. For a second, I wasn’t in the police station anymore, I was back in those years when the whispers followed me everywhere.The abandoned wife. The one Damien left. The
Elena’s POVThe police station smelled of old paper, disinfectant, and fear.I’d walked through those glass doors before, but never like this, never as the victim in someone else’s game. My shoes clicked on the tiled floor, the sound too loud in the corridor. Officers glanced up as I passed, some whispering, others pretending not to stare. It wasn’t every day that “Mrs. Rothschild” walked into the precinct.Adrian met me at the front desk. He looked like he hadn’t slept, his coat slightly rumpled, eyes sharp with focus.“Thank you for coming,” he said quietly.“What’s happening?” I asked.He didn’t answer right away. He motioned for me to follow him through a side hallway, away from the curious stares. We stopped in front of an interrogation room with a glass wall.And that’s when I saw her.Annabel Oswald.She was nothing like the woman I’d faced before, no pearls, no pressed silk, no smug smile that usually followed her like perfume. Her makeup was streaked from tears, her hair a me
Elena’s POVI woke early. The house was still quiet, but the heaviness in my chest had softened.When I came downstairs, Adrian was already gone. He’d left a note on the kitchen counter in his sharp, neat handwriting:Heading to meet the team. Call if anything happens., AElijah joined me a few minutes later, coffee in hand. “Looks like your guardian angel left early.”I smiled faintly. “I think Damien pressured him.”He laughed. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”I drove to the office after dropping the twins off at school. The city was just waking up, sunlight glinting off glass buildings, the streets humming with normalcy that felt strange after everything that had happened.But as I walked into Oswald Hotels, that uneasy feeling crept back again, the awareness of eyes following, whispers starting and stopping as I passed.I ignored them. It wasn’t new.I was reviewing invoices when a soft knock came at my door.“Come in.”Ethan stepped inside, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern
Elena’s POVThe house was quiet, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on me.I’d tried to hide it all day, the tremor in my hands, the way I flinched at the sound of tires outside the gate. I told myself I was being paranoid, that the men who tried to take me were gone, that the security detail Damien hired would keep us safe. But my chest still tightened every time Elijah walked too close to a window.It had only been two days since the attempted abduction, but the memory played in a loop, the van, the masked men, the sound of footsteps rushing toward me before they fled. The fear still clung like perfume I couldn’t wash off.I knew if I let it show, Elijah would panic, and Damien… Damien would blame himself. He always did.So I pretended. I smiled, cooked, listened to Elijah’s jokes, and tucked the twins into bed as though nothing had happened.But when I stood in front of the mirror that night, brushing out my hair, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.I was halfwa
Damien’s POVThe call connected before the first ring ended.“Damien,” Adrian’s voice came through, sharp and alert. “What’s wrong?”“I just received a message.” I read it aloud slowly. “You’ve gone too far. Do you plan to pay the price? No name, no number I recognize.”Adrian didn’t even pause. “Forward it to me. I’m on my way.”He didn’t ask where I was. He already knew.He showed up less than thirty minutes later, his car pulling through the gates with its headlights slicing through the dark. I met him outside before the guards even had the chance to announce him. The night air was cold, and the weight between us was heavier than the silence.Inside, I poured two glasses of whiskey. Neither of us drank.Adrian took the phone from me, his eyes scanning the screen. “Anonymous number. Masked ID. Whoever sent this knows what they’re doing.”“They also know how to find me,” I said quietly.He slipped the phone into his pocket. “Which is exactly why you’re going to increase your security
Damien’s POVJames’s words were still ringing in my ears, “Everything has always been handed to you, even your wife.” He spat it with that smirk of his, the one he used when he thought he’d scored a point.I leaned back in my chair, meeting his glare head-on. “You think so, James?” I said quietly, my voice low, controlled. “You think I just lounge around, letting life hand me everything?”He sneered, folding his arms. “You’ve never had to fight for anything. Everything just falls into place for you. You’re a Rothschild. You don’t bleed like the rest of us.”I stood slowly, my palms pressing flat against the desk between us. “You think I don’t fight? Fighting is what I do, James. Every day. I fight for this company, for my family, for my life. I’ve fought through losses that would break most men.”I stepped around the desk, closing the distance between us until I could smell the faint trace of his cologne, sharp, arrogant. “You think I’m in Westmere for leisure? I’m fighting for my







