LOGINSam's POV
Old paper filled the air inside, mixed with the scent of well-kept wood. A quiet hint of unease lingered too, something I’d grown used to carrying around.
Back by the wall, the heavy oak table held my weight as papers fanned out across its surface - proof I refused to leave inside machines anymore. Laid bare in front of me were fragments of something ugly, each one a step closer: results from poisoned blood tests, trails of money moving in silence, messages pulled from
Ethan's POVFalling onto my desk, the reports came without noise, just weight.From my desk at home, sunlight spilled across the floor when the assistant set down fresh documents without a word. Where Gwen used to be listed as top adviser on partnerships, her name now disappeared piece by piece. Positions she shaped behind closed doors emptied suddenly, no reasons given. Money slipped away from her favorite initiatives - three of them - all pulled back in silence, yet clear enough.I didn’t intervene.I didn’t have to.The way it fell apart felt inevitable, almost as if the whole thing had been waiting to give in. Rumors slipped into quiet dinners among powerful families - Gwen barred from the property, guards failing their posts, hints she’d played a role in things better left unnamed. Those who sensed shifts early began stepping back, slowly. Being near her now carried risks few cared to take.That afternoon, the call came straight from so
Sam's POVQuiet moments often carry sharper teeth. Stillness can echo louder than shouts ever do.It gets still. Like cutting through bone. One by one the supports vanish - pulled away so gently you barely notice - until nothing remains but bare ground where someone used to stand.Just like that, my actions mirrored what I’d done to Gwen. How strange it feels now, looking back. The moment repeated itself without warning. It happened again, just as before. Not different at all, really. Same steps. Same result.Before sunrise, I sat at the desk in the study, typing quietly as Ethan stayed curled under his blankets. Silence hung across the property like a held breath. My laptop glowed with files locked behind layers of code. Sending everything? Never an option. Instead, pieces slipped out - just enough. One document showing mismatched numbers. Then, a note passed through shadows suggesting deals gone crooked. Later, a hint about money hidden beyond borders,
Sam's POVFog hung low over the Sterling property that day, hours after blades had flashed in shadows. Windows stayed shut tight, curtains drawn without exception. A quiet hummed through each hallway - thick, watchful. Boots scraped on stone near locked gates where guards stood longer than usual. Smoke curled from one chimney only, faint against gray sky. Birds did not sing nearby. The air held its breath, just slightly.Everywhere you looked, security lingered - guards in casual clothes mixed among workers, extra rounds outside, eyes always watching through screens. Though Ethan didn’t want me far, duties pulled him away; I slipped into the study instead. Locked behind a closed door, fingers near the alarm, just how he’d insisted.That moment stretched just enough to get things done. A quiet stretch of minutes turned useful without rushing.Midday heat pressed down as word slipped from one polished circle to another. Boardrooms hummed, first with murmurs
Gwen's POVA cage dressed in silk hid behind polished stone across town. Marble walls whispered confinement instead of comfort.A glass of costly red shook between my fingers while I faced the tall window, eyes fixed on the sparkling city lights. Behind, the TV murmured softly - news flashing about "an issue at the Sterling property." Not much known. Names left out. Only hushed claims that things were under control and harm had been minorLies.All of it.Shaking took over my fingers more. Over the edge of the glass it spilled, red spreading across the light-colored floor - slow, thick, too much like something alive.Back to square one once more.A shadow slipped away empty handed after I paid him through the only name left on my list. This one claimed he could move unseen yet tripped alarms loud enough to scare dogs down the block. Sam remains standing. Lungs pulling air without effort. Whispering words that twist how Ethan sees ever
Sam's POvOut came the words, balanced at the front of my mouth, almost slipping free.Out of nothing, I began again. Death crept through these walls, fed by Gwen, paid for by Victor. Morning came on our wedding day - my mind full of moments that hadn’t occurred yet but felt lived.Fire climbed up my throat, hungry to escape after what we’d lived through - the blade in that quiet room, the fear, how Ethan stood like a wall between me and harm, how he showed me something raw. The room glowed low, his hands stayed close, and just then, breath caught at the edge of speech, ready to fall free.Fear tightened its grip just before it was too late.What If He Thinks I’m Insane?Maybe the whole story - the wild, unthinkable reality of how I died and came back - could break every last piece of what we made. Perhaps he’d step backward, stare with fear or sadness, then leave me standing where that delicate shelter inside his hold once kept me warm.
Sam's POVA hush hung in the room, broken just by the soft glow of a lone lamp beside the couch. Long shadows climbed the walls like quiet memories creeping back into view. Sitting opposite me, Ethan leaned forward, forearms pressed against his thighs, shoulders slightly bent. Light caught the edge of his gaze - deep, unwavering, holding something warm I’m learning how to trust. Not once did he look away.Thump thump thump - my heartbeat filled the silence like a drum solo. He must have noticed, right? Not that he said anything.This one arrived like a storm I’d seen coming, yet still shocked me when it hit. Following the slash of steel among the bookshelves, following the way he pulled me close whispering promises through shaking breaths, witnessing the wild panic flash across his face once truth cracked open before him - shouldering everything by myself stopped making sense then.Yet the whole reality - coming back to life, opening his eyes mid-flight r







