Reader’s POVAvery’s fingers dug into the handle of her shopping basket as if it was the enemy she wanted to strangle. She wasn’t even sure why she had come to the grocery store that morning as half the things she was tossing into the basket, she didn’t need them. She picked up a pack of pasta, shoved it in and a jar of olives she didn’t even like, she slammed on top. Her movements were sharp and jerky which drew the attention of other shoppers. They gave her polite and nervous smiles before moving quickly out of her way.Avery's mind wasn’t on groceries. It was on Dominic, always Dominic.The scene from a few days ago replayed in her head; the way he had brushed her off, called her jobless and told her to stop embarrassing him in front of Jace. Every word had been a dagger, cutting deeper into the place where her pride used to be. He had shoved her aside like she was some bothersome child tugging at his sleeve.She hated how easily he could make her feel small and what she hated
Reader’s POVDavenport Group building was always alive in the mornings, the steady rhythm of clicking heels, buzzing phones, and clipped voices echoing down its long glass hallways. But inside Dominic’s office, silence reigned.He was sitting behind his desk, drumming his fingers against the glossy mahogany surface. His jaw was clenched so tightly that he could feel the pressure in his temples. He hated waiting. Patience wasn’t a virtue he had ever learned, not in business and certainly not with family.And right now, he was waiting for Jace.Finally, the office door clicked open and Jace walked in, quiet but purposeful. He didn’t greet, didn’t hesitate, just strode across the marble floor and stopped a few feet from the desk. His expression was neutral, almost unreadable, but Dominic caught the faintest flicker of something in his eyes. Defiance? Resentment? He couldn’t quite tell.“Well?” Dominic asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms like a king waiting for tri
Lisa’s POVThe long oak dining table stretched between us like a battlefield lined with silver cutlery and crystal glasses. My father sat at the head of the table as usual. He was stiff as ever, his eyes sharp even behind his reading glasses. My mother was sitting to his right, elegant and her posture as rigid as her smile. To my left were my brothers Callum and Tyson. Callum was always calm and calculating, while Tyson was quick tempered and blunt and me, their rebellious daughter who always managed to rattle their perfect picture.The butler had just cleared away the appetizers when my mother, after dabbing her lips with a linen napkin, tilted her head toward me.“So, Lisa,” she began, her tone deceptively casual. “Are you getting back your memories?”The fork in my hand froze mid air as my stomach tightened. “No,” I said evenly, meeting her gaze.A ripple of tension passed down the table. My father set down his wineglass with a soft but deliberate clink.“You will,” he said, his
Jace’s POVThe corridors of Davenport Group stretched endlessly. The polished marble floors were echoing with every step I took while the glass walls gleamed like they were designed to reflect power back at you. To most, it was intimidating but to me, it was a cage.I had left the cafeteria in a storm and now I was moving fast, one hand buried deep in my pocket and the other clutching my phone so tightly that I could almost feel the imprint of Reece’s name against my skin. He had agreed to meet me in our private building away from the eyes and ears of others but before that, I needed clarity. I needed to hatch a plan before Dominic poisoned the board with his charm and his promise but fate had a cruel sense of timing.“Jace.” The voice was smooth, deep, and far too familiar.I froze as my chest tightened.When I turned, I saw Dominic leaning casually against the wall as if he had been waiting for me all along. His suit was impeccable, his tie knotted to perfection and his expressi
Jace’s POVThe cafeteria was louder than usual. It was buzzing with overlapping conversations and the clinking of cutlery. It was a world away from the suffocating silence of boardrooms or the razor edged tones of my family dinners. Here, people laughed freely, gossiped without restraint, and slouched in their chairs like they owned the air they breathed.For me, it was the only place I could pretend just for a little while that I was normal.I sat with a tray in front of me, though I hadn’t touched most of the food. Across the table, Orion lounged with his usual reckless ease, balancing his chair on two legs, and sipping coffee that looked more of sugar than actual coffee. His tie was loose and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked like the exact opposite of the polished, uptight secretaries who shadowed other directors.Maybe that was why I had started calling him a friend in my head, though I hadn’t dared say it aloud.“So,” Orion said between bites of his sandwich, “tell me s
Dominic’s POVThe family mansion always felt colder than it should. It wasn’t the polished marble floors or the towering ceilings, or even the antique chandeliers that hummed with muted light. No, the chill came from my father. It was in the way his presence dominated every corner, every shadow and every pause in conversation.While he was passing down his genes, he gave me a bit of his terrifying personality which I was grateful for.It had come handy several times when I was dealing with businessmen who thought they could intimidate me.My dad and I were like two peas in a pod. But still at times like this when he calls out of the blue and summons me home, I am always tense.Thankfully, it was only me and him in the study today. He hadn't called Jace in and that released half of the tension in my chest.Sitting across from him in my study, the fire from the fireplace was crackling between us, but even the flames couldn’t thaw the ice in my chest.He adjusted his glasses, his eyes s