ANMELDENMIA’S POVMy fingers tightened around the door handle.“You’re the trigger.” The words echoed in my head, louder now, heavier than before. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not yet. The room behind me was quiet, but I could feel him there. Still. Watching. Waiting. Always waiting.Slowly, I turned. Ethan hadn’t moved far. He stood a few steps behind me, one hand resting lightly against the edge of his desk, his posture relaxed—but his eyes… his eyes were anything but.Sharp.Focused.On me.“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended, but steady enough not to betray the storm inside me.Silence stretched between us. He didn’t answer immediately. Of course he didn’t. Ethan never gave anything easily.Instead, he straightened slightly, pushing off the desk, his movements slow, deliberate. Controlled. Like everything about him. Like he had all the time in the world.Unlike me.“You already know what it means,” he said finally. I frowned. “Then say it.” His gaze darkened j
ETHAN’S POV“They’re preparing to eliminate you.” The words settled between us like a loaded weapon. I didn’t move. Neither did she.Mia stood exactly where I’d left her too still, too quiet. Most people would have reacted by now. I could feel the fear, panic, questions brewing inside. But she was silent but it wasn’t empty.It was thinking.Calculating.And that more than anything was dangerous. Which shouldn't have bothered me but it did, and an undeniable urge to stop it to protect her from her own fears.My gaze sharpened on her face, tracking every little expression. The slight tightening of her jaw. The way her fingers curled subtly at her sides. The barely noticeable rise and fall of her chest.Fear was there. She just refused to let it control her.Interesting.A slow breath left me as I straightened from the desk, my fingers brushing against the polished surface before I began walking toward her.Deliberate.Measured.Each step I took closed the distance until there was noth
MIAS POVI took several steps back retreating into the pool area, the feeling of betrayal sat heavily on my chest, I knew they were together I knew he would always choose her over me. But I didn’t know why I felt betrayed, I felt my chest tighten, my eyes moisten.Suddenly I felt a conviction to confront them, every step I took towards them felt like walking on glass, my eyes blurred with tears.I reached for the door, Then I heard it“…she’s starting to suspect.” My breath caught, I didn’t move, Didn’t breathe, That voice, It wasn’t Lily’s.Cold. Sharp. Controlled.Another voice followed. It was lower, dangerous in a way that made my skin crawl. “Then stop playing around.”A pause. Then,“Or we finish it now. Before Mia becomes a problem.” My blood ran cold, They were talking about me.Not vaguely. Not indirectly.Specifically.I pressed myself closer to the wall. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it through the silence. This wasn’t just Lily and Jason anymor
MIA’S POVEthan’s words wouldn’t leave my head. “Don’t let him touch you.” They echoed, low and steady, like a warning carved into my mind.I tightened my grip on my bag as I stepped out of the building, the cool air brushing against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.Why did it matter? Why did he matter?I exhaled sharply.No.This wasn’t about Ethan.This wasn’t about whatever strange, suffocating tension existed between us. This was about control. This was about survival.This has been my mantra for a whileAnd right now—Jason was the easiest way in.I paused just before the car door, my reflection staring back at me through the tinted glass. For a moment, I saw her. The old me.Soft.Hesitant. Easy to read.Easy to break. My lips curved slightly “Not anymore.” I opened the door and stepped in.I drove home, the drive was loud my favorite music blasted through the speakers filling every corner of the car trying to drown out all my thoughts, I needed a clear
MIA'S POV I couldn't sleep. Again. Words refused to leave my mind. You should stop asking the wrong questions. They went on and on, like an undercurrent of an impending threat I couldn't escape. I stared at the ceiling. Unmoving. My fingers twisted in the sheets, as if holding onto reality would keep me tethered to it. What did she mean? A threat?A test? Or... Did she already know? I rolled over.A slow exhale, but it did nothing to ease the pressure in my chest. No. Lily was not sloppy. If she knew, she wouldn't have told me. She would have waited. Observed. Let me walk right into her carefully constructed trap. Which meant- I was already in it. Sitting up abruptly, my room suddenly felt suffocating. My hand instinctively reached for my phone. Ethan. My finger hovered over his name. I typed. "She knows something." I stared at the words. And deleted them. Then typed again. "Lily is acting weird." Deleted. Again. Nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed sufficient. Droppin
MIA’S POVThe house felt different the moment I stepped inside.Not louder. Not quieter. Just wrong. Like something had shifted beneath the surface, unseen but undeniable. I paused just inside the entrance, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. The chandelier above cast its usual warm glow. The marble floors gleamed exactly the same, and yet it didn’t feel like home. It felt like a stage. And I had just walked into a scene that had already begun without me. I exhaled slowly and stepped forward. Each step was deliberate, measured, and careful. If there was one thing I had learned, it was this: they watched when you weren’t looking. And they listened when you thought they weren’t. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back tonight.” Her voice came soft. Too soft. I stopped. Then I turned. Lily sat on the couch like she had been waiting all along. One leg crossed over the other, her posture perfect, fingers loosely intertwined on her la
ETHAN'S POVShe went back to him.I knew she would.That was never in question.Mia Carter was learning, yes-but she was still drawn to familiarity. To what felt safe. To what had once meant something.And Jason Miller...He knew exactly how to use that.I stood by the window of my office, the city
MIA’S POVI shouldn’t have hesitated.That was my first thought as I stepped out of the restaurant.The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it didn’t ease the heat rising inside me. My fingers curled at my sides as I replayed everything—Jason’s voice, his touch, the way I almost leaned in.
MIA’S POV The restaurant was just the kind of place Jason would choose. Soft lighting and quiet music wrapped around conversations instead of interrupting them. Couples sat close, heads tilted together, laughter low and intimate. A faint smell of wine and something sweet filled the air—comforting
MIA’S POV "Where were you last night after dinner?" Father's voice was like a knife to the heart. My heart skipped a beat, but my face was carefully blank. Not this time, not anymore. I met his gaze unflinchingly even though my pulse hammered in my ears. "I told you," I said smoothly. "I







