FAZER LOGINADRIAN'S POVMy security chief was the one who intercepted a fragment of communication from Damien's network three days ago, and that fragment led me to a residential relocation in the Arthon district. And the same led me to the Pentlow Close address. I drove there myself. I parked two streets away and walked the rest.The street was quiet. I recognized Selene's car parked on the street. There was a dim light behind the curtains of number fourteen. The same address I was sent.I stood on the pavement for a few seconds hesitating before I finally walked to the door and knocked.Nobody answered. So, I tried the handle. The door unlocked and I walked inside.The hallway was narrow and dim. I could hear voices from the front room, it was two of them, controlled but carrying heat underneath the control I recognized immediately.Selene. And Leonard.I stopped at the doorway and peeped through the slightly opened door.Leonard Arden was standing near the far wall. Selene was in the center
DAMIEN'S POVCeleste opened the door in a silk robe and the look of a woman who had been awake for hours pretending she wasn't waiting for someone.She looked at me. Then past me at the empty driveway. Then back at me."It's past midnight, Damien.""I know," I replied. "Are you going to let me in?"She stepped back for me to call in and I went inside.The Laurent family manor was quiet and elegant the way large houses were quiet late at night, empty of the noise that usually filled it. I already knew Adrian wasn’t at home, my people had confirmed his car left the estate four hours ago and hadn't returned. That was precisely why tonight worked.Celeste led me to the sitting room without asking why I was there yet. That told me something. A woman who didn't know why you came to her house at midnight would ask immediately. Celeste knew why I was here, or better still she’s very good at pretending.She sat down but I remained standing. I find that standing gives me a certain advantage w
DAMIEN’S POV Selene's attention was entirely on Leonard. Everyone who thought they had been watching me had only been seeing what I wanted them to see. The actual operation had been running in a separate mode entirely. I picked up the burner phone from the table and dialed on it. The recipient answered on the first ring. "We're moving now," I said. *** The target has never been the boy. I know y’all must have assumed Ethan was my primary bargaining chip, but it was far from that. Let them watch Pentlow Close. Let them watch Leonard. While they did all of that, I had something else entirely in mind. The evidence package. Routed straight to the Criminal Prosecution Unit. The prosecution unit had received the package through Adrian's formal filing and had opened a case file on it already. They had begun the process of verification that would eventually produce the formal charges that made everything Selene and Adrian had built toward legally actionable. But that process
SELENE'S POV The folder in my hands fell and crashed in the floor. "When?" I demanded, half standing before I sat back in the chair. "In four months' time, or probably sooner depending on how the situation turned out." I stood up finally. “Excuse me for a minute.” Sonia nodded in agreement and I hurried toward the hallway. I dialed Foster’s number immediately I was out of sight and earshot. He answered immediately like he always does. "Run a full check on private adoption channels, mostly with wealthy couples living abroad with no children, and had been on the private waiting list for three years and below. I want everything you can get. And I want it as soon as possible." I could hear keypad taps in the background. "I’m working on it right away," Floyd replied. “But there’s one more thing, Ms. Arden. I was about to call you too when you called.” I straightened. “Do you have any news?” “My team detected that Leonard left his estate about forty minutes ago and his destination
SELENE'S POVHe was standing right in front of me in the doorway.My son was right in front of me but he couldn’t recognize his own mother.If there was a day I regretted ever changing my face, it is today, right at this moment. And the most disheartening part: I have to maintain my steeze and composure.He walked in, and I looked at him properly. He wore a grey long-sleeved top and navy joggers, too long at the ankle and folded over.His dark hair was slightly disheveled. He has a game console in both hands. He was looking at Sonia with the impatience of a child who had a problem and expected it fixed. I wish he could look at me like that too, even if it was for just a few seconds.But he didn’t look at me yet.I exhaled loudly and they both looked at me. Sonia cut me a reference look, but I felt too apart from my world. I was feeling what my face was going to show because if I fell apart the moment he looked at me, I would frighten him. And that was the one thing I would not do.
SELENE'S POVI reached the entrance of the building and the door opened before I knocked.Sonia Adler was shorter than her voice carried. She looked like a woma in her forties. Her natural hair was pulled back tight with a face that stayed. She stepped back and let me in without a word and I did.The hallway was narrow with a single bulb overhead. She walked ahead of me into the front room and I followed, scanning as I moved. Two doors off the hallway, stairs ahead, no visible third person on this floor. The front room was barely functional with a sofa, a coffee table, and a lamp in the corner producing the warm light I had seen shifting behind the curtain from the street. On the coffee table was a folder, a cup of tea that had probably gone cold, and what looked like a child's scribble face down beside the cup.I looked at the drawing.She saw me look at it and she turned it over.Her action caught my attention but I left my expression bare.“You know why I’m here,” I broke the s
Serena’s POV“You were not supposed to wake up this soon.”The voice came before my eyes could even fully opened. Slowly, I blinked through the haze in my head.White ceiling, soft golden lighting. This is definitely not a hospital.I tried to move and immediately regretted it. A sharp pain cut thr
Adrian’s POV“Mr. Laurent?”I looked up sharply as one of the house staff rushed into my bedroom.“It’s almost midnight, sir.”I glanced at the clock beside the bed and frowned slightly.Serena still wasn’t home.It’s been hours I’ve been trying to reach her but can’t. I assumed she went to Ava’s p
Serena’s POVRain poured heavily outside the hotel as I drove through the empty road with trembling hands wrapped around the steering wheel.I could barely see properly through the windshield.But honestly, the storm outside felt nothing compared to the one inside me.My chest hurt so badly it was
Serena’s POV“You’re embarrassing me again.”Adrian’s voice was calm when he said it, but somehow, that made it worse.The entire dining table went silent.I stood beside his mother with a serving tray still in my hands while heat slowly crawled up my neck. Across the table, several business guests







