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Everything felt⌠different. Roselyn lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her lips still tingled faintly. Her heart refused to calm down. That kiss⌠She turned slightly, glancing toward the door. Dominic had left shortly after. No explanation. No words. But she understood. He was afraid. Afraid that everything she showed him⌠Was just another lie. Roselyn clenched her fists slightly. This time⌠Iâll prove it to you. The Next Morning The house was unusually quiet. Roselyn walked downstairs slowly. The servants moved carefully, as if afraid of disturbing something. âWhere is Dominic?â she asked. No one answered immediately. Then finallyâ âIn his study, Miss.â Her heart tightened. She walked toward the study, her steps light. But before she could knockâ She heard voices inside. ââŚThe test results are out.â Roselyn froze. That voiceâ It wasnât Dominicâs. Another man spoke again, calm but serious: âIt contains a high concentration of toxins. Enough to kill.â Roselynâs breath stopped. The drug⌠Her fingers trembled slightly. âSo itâs true,â Dominicâs voice came, low and cold. Silence followed. Heavy. Suffocating. Thenâ âKeep an eye on her.â Roselynâs heart dropped. âDonât let her leave.â Inside the Room Dominic stood by the desk, his expression unreadable. His best friend, Bryan Hook, leaned against the table. âShe tried to poison you,â Bryan said bluntly. âAnd youâre still protecting her?â Dominicâs eyes darkened. âEnough.â Bryan scoffed. âWith your ability, you couldâve built everything years ago. But because of herââ Dominic suddenly shoved him aside. âI said enough.â His voice was dangerous now. âIâll handle it.â Outside Roselyn stepped back slowly. Her mind was spinning. He knows⌠Of course he would. In her past life, he discovered it too. But this timeâ Everything was different. She wasnât trying to hurt him. I need to explain⌠But before she could moveâ Two bodyguards appeared beside her. âMiss Roselyn,â one of them said politely, âYouâre not allowed to leave.â Her eyes narrowed slightly. So it begins. Inside Her Room Roselyn paced back and forth. Her thoughts racing. If the evidence gets confirmed⌠Heâll never believe me. She stopped suddenly. Ethan Blake. He was the key. Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number. âHello?â âDominic found it,â she said quickly. âHe confiscated the drug. I need another dose.â There was a pause on the other end. ââŚRoselyn,â Ethan said slowly, âThe concentration is dangerous. Maybe we should stop.â Her eyes turned cold instantly. âStop?â Her voice dropped. âNo.â âI want him dead.â There was silence again. Thenâ âFine.â Ethan gave her an address. âCome get it yourself.â Roselynâs lips curved slightly. Perfect. That Night Rain poured heavily once again. Roselyn slipped out quietly. Avoiding the guards. Avoiding attention. Her heart pounded as she reached the locationâ An abandoned warehouse. But the moment she arrivedâ She froze. Police cars. Lights flashing. Her breath caught. Somethingâs wrong⌠Thenâ A voice behind her. âRoselyn.â Her entire body stiffened. Slowlyâ She turned around. Dominic Vale stood there. Gun in hand. Eyes cold as ice. And beside himâ Ethan Blake. Held at gunpoint. Roselynâs heart dropped. He set this up⌠âDominic, stop!â she said quickly. His gaze shifted to her. Dark. Hurt. âSo youâre here.â His voice was calm. Too calm. âI kept thinkingâŚâ He stepped closer. The gun still pointed at Ethan. âHow much do you hate me?â Roselyn shook her head. âI donâtââ âEnough to want me dead?â Her chest tightened painfully. âNo!â But he didnât believe her. Of course he wouldnât. âI tried to let you go,â Dominic said quietly. âBut I couldnât.â His grip on the gun tightened. âSo tell meâŚâ His voice dropped. âIf he disappearsâŚâ ââŚwill you stay?â Roselynâs heart shook violently. âDominic, the police are here!â âPut the gun down!â Ethan suddenly shouted: âIf you kill me, youâre finished! The police are already outside!â Dominic didnât even look at him. âAll I care aboutâŚâ His eyes locked onto Roselyn. ââŚis you.â Tears filled her eyes. âThen listen to meâŚâ She whispered. âLet him go.â Silence. A long⌠painful silence. Thenâ Dominic gave a faint, broken smile. âI understand now.â Roselynâs heart dropped. âSince my life disgusts you so muchâŚâ He slowly turned the gunâ ââŚIâll make it useful one last time.â âDOMINICâ!â BANG! Roselyn screamed as he collapsed.Roselyn POV The location didnât look important. That was the first warning sign. No signage. No security presence. No corporate branding that would justify its existence. Just an old institutional building sitting at the edge of a forgotten districtâquiet, preserved, and deliberately unremarkable. The kind of place designed not to be noticed. Dominic stared at it for a long moment. Not confused. Measuring. Bryanâs voice came through the comm. âThis location is still tied to your motherâs corporate identity, but it was formally closed years ago.â Dominic exhaled. âFormally doesnât mean finished.â Entry We approached the entrance. The door wasnât locked. It simply gave way after a moment, as if it had been waiting for a long time and finally decided it was time to allow entry. No mechanical sound. No visible security response. Just quiet acceptance. Dominic stepped inside first. I followed. The air inside felt preservedânot modern, not abandoned. Maintained. Like
Roselyn POV Morning didnât feel like morning. It felt like something unfinished. The penthouse was too quiet in a way that wasnât peacefulâjust controlled silence, like the world outside had temporarily agreed not to interrupt what was happening inside. Dominic stood near the glass wall, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on a glass of water he hadnât touched. He hadnât slept. Not really. It showed in the stillness of his posture. Not exhaustion in the ordinary senseâbut distance. Like part of him was already somewhere else. On the table behind him, multiple screens still displayed fragments of last nightâs collapse: media coverage of Vale Industries, Stephenâs takeover announcement, financial analysts trying to make sense of a shift no one fully understood yet. But Dominic wasnât watching those. His focus was elsewhere. On something older. Something buried. I stepped closer. âDominic.â He didnât turn immediately. âIâm fine,â he said, but his voice didnât match
Roselyn POV ââŚStephen Vale just took control of the company.â The words echoed through the gallery like a gunshot. For one secondâ Everything stopped. The air. The tension. Even Dominic beside me through the earpiece went silent. Thenâ âHow?â Dominicâs voice came low and deadly. Bryan answered immediately. âEmergency board session.â A pause. âTemporary executive override.â âThat requires majority support,â Dominic snapped. âYes.â Bryan hesitated. Then quietly: ââŚHe got it.â The Shift Across the gallery, Victoria watched me carefully. Not smiling now. Observing. And suddenlyâ I understood something dangerous. Even she hadnât expected it to happen this fast. âYou look surprised,â I said coldly. Victoria tilted her head slightly. âNot surprised.â A pause. ââŚInterested.â That answer irritated me more than denial would have. Because it confirmed the truth. She had accelerated the chaosâ But she wasnât controlling all of it. Dominic Arrives The gallery do
Roselyn POV âNo more screens.â The message glowed coldly against my phone. Itâs time we meet properly. Silence filled the penthouse after that. Heavy. Sharp. Dangerous. Dominic took the phone from my hand immediately. His eyes scanned the message once before his expression darkened completely. âNo.â One word. Absolute. I leaned back slightly against the desk. âShe wants me there.â âShe wants access,â he corrected instantly. âShe wants control.â The security team continued moving through the penthouse behind us, searching every corner despite already knowing the truth. There had been no intruder. Not physically. Which somehow made Victoria even more terrifying. Bryanâs voice came through the restored comm system. âIâm tracing the message route now.â âYou wonât find her,â I said quietly. A pause. Then Bryan sighed. ââŚProbably not.â Because Victoria never sent anything directly. Every move was layered. Every signal routed. Every action intentional. Dominic
Roselyn POV The lights died instantly. No warning. No flicker. Just darkness swallowing the entire penthouse in one violent breath. For half a secondâ Silence. Then everything moved at once. âStay behind me.â Dominicâs hand closed around my wrist immediately, pulling me toward him. Not rough. Instinctive. Protective. Somewhere beyond the walls, alarms tried to activateâ Then failed. âThatâs impossible,â Bryanâs voice crackled through the dead communication line before cutting out completely. The emergency backup should have activated automatically. It didnât. Which meantâ This wasnât just a breach. It was control. The Darkness The city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows glowed faintly against the night skyline, barely illuminating the room. Enough to see shapes. Movement. Shadows. Dominicâs posture shifted instantly. One arm around me. The other already reaching beneath the table drawer. A gun. Cold fury settled over his features as he checked it
Roselyn POV âTell me she doesnât know.â Dominicâs voice was quiet. Too quiet. Not calm. Controlled. Dangerously controlled. The hospital corridor felt colder now. The fluorescent lights above us hummed softly, but the sound only made the silence heavier. Bryan remained frozen on the other end of the call, waiting. Watching. Listening. For my answer. I looked at the screen one last time. The extracted file log remained there. Partial access. Incomplete retrieval. But enough. More than enough. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to Dominic. And for the first time since this beganâ I stopped calculating. Stopped strategizing. Stopped pretending this was still just another battle. âShe knows enough,â I said quietly. The words landed harder than shouting ever could. Dominicâs jaw tightened instantly. Not surprise. Not disbelief. Acceptance. Cold and immediate. âBryan,â he said without looking away from me. âLock everything down.â His tone shifted. Not business. Not
Final Confrontation Setup âPrepare the conference.â Dominicâs voice was calm. ââŚWe end this publicly.â Ending Scene Night. City lights burning. War already begun. I stood beside him. ââŚAre you afraid?â A pause. Thenâ He looked at me. ââŚOnly of losing you.â Silence. Then I smiled. ââŚ
âPolice have issued a noticeââ My heart dropped. ââŚTheyâre preparing to execute another arrest.â Silence. ââŚWhen?â Dominic asked calmly. ââŚThree days.â Three days. That was all we had left. I tightened my hold on his hand. And this timeâ I didnât let go. Roselyn POV âTemporary release.
Roselyn POV The room felt unfamiliar. Not because it wasnât mineâ âŚbut because I wasnât the same person who had entered it last night. I sat by the window, knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the faint glow of the city outside. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. My thoughts werenât. I
Roselyn POV ââŚIt was me, wasnât it?â The question hung between usâfragile, trembling, impossible to take back. Dominic didnât answer. He didnât move. He didnât even blink. But in that silenceâ I understood. My chest tightened violently, like something inside me had just been torn open. ââŚS







