Avaโs POV The truck rattled over the uneven road, the dense forest disappearing behind us. My knees were drawn to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around them as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. My heart was still pounding, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. The man whoโd just pulled me out of the forest drove in silence, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. I didnโt even know his name, and yet here I was, sitting beside him, with more questions than answers. I couldnโt take the silence anymore. โWho were they?โ I blurted out, my voice sharp in the quiet truck. โWhy were they after me?โ He didnโt look at me, but I saw his jaw tighten, his grip on the steering wheel firm. After a long pause, he answered, โThey were hired for one job. One job only. And they wonโt stop until theyโve gotten it done.โ His words sent a shiver down my spine. โWhat does that have to do with me?โ He hesitated, his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white
Avaโs POV My knees were still drawn to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around them as I tried to make sense of what Iโd just heard. The man beside meโmy supposed uncleโhad peeled back layers of my familyโs past, but his words only raised more questions. I stared at him, watching as his face softened for a moment, his lips parting as if he were about to say more. Instead, he exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. โIt all started with your grandmother,โ he began, his tone distant, as though he were reliving a memory. โShe married my father when I was just a boy. Together, they ran an orphanageโa beautiful place filled with laughter and hope. They were well-off, generous to everyone they met. And your mother, Celia... She was the sweetest soul Iโve ever known. Even though we werenโt related by blood, she made me feel like I was her real brother.โI blinked, startled by the sudden emotion in his tone. He seemed lost in the memory, his gaze distant as he continued. โT
Avaโs POVMy knees which were drawn to my chest trembled slightly, as I tried to process what Iโd just heard. My uncleโs words felt like daggers slicing through the fragile image I had of my past. "Iโve always tried to cut my father some slack, but he chose to fail me over and over again. What kind of monster has he become? He killed my mother, and now he wants to kill me tooโfor the same reason?"โSo you mean to say that my father would join hands with my biggest enemy for some shares?โ I asked, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief. I am his daughter for Christ sake!โYes,โ my uncle replied, his hands gripping the wheel tighter, though the car wasn't moving. โCaleb would sell you, Holly, and every ounce of your motherโs legacy if it meant holding onto control and wealth. So when the Jamesons offered him the deal and an opportunity to get some sharesโฆ How could he refuse?โThe Jamesons The name sent a shiver through me. I knew of themโruthless, powerful, and unrelenting. R
Orionโs POVI watched her walk away from the window, her figure fading into the distance. Every step she took felt like a blow to my chest. Ava was leaving. And I had done nothing to stop her. The frustration I felt wasn't just at the situationโit was at myself. I had let everything spiral out of control. My family, Chloe, and the lies that tangled us all together. But most of all, I hated how powerless I felt when it came to Ava. She deserved better than the chaos I had brought into her life, but damn it, I wanted her to stay. When she disappeared from view, I turned away, letting out a breath I didnโt realize I had been holding. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think. What could I even say to make her stay? Would she even listen if I tried? I stepped out of the room, intending to clear my head, but the sight in the hallway drove a knife straight through me. Chloe stood there, water dripping from her body, a white towel wrapped around her like some kind of costume. Her
Orion's POV โWhat the fuck is wrong with everybody today!โ I cursed under my breath.Just then, two masked men jumped out of the van, guns in hand, their movements swift and calculated. My pulse quickened as one of them shouted, โOut of the car! Now!โ โStay low,โ I said to Chloe, my voice low and firm. I shifted the car into reverse with a force, my foot pressing hard on the gas. The car surged backward, but the masked men were faster. A loud bang echoed as a bullet shattered the rear windshield. Chloe screamed, her hands flying up to shield herself. I cursed under my breath, slamming the car into park as the men approached on either side, their guns trained on them. โOut. Now!โ one of them barked again, his weapon pointed directly at my head. I opened my door slowly, stepping out with my hands raised. I met the manโs gaze, my mind racing for a plan. The second man yanked Chloeโs door open, dragging her out roughly. โDonโt touch me!โ Chloe spat, struggling against his grip.
Orion's POV What am I supposed to do? Nobody gives you a manual on how to handle things like this.Chloe had taken a bullet for me tonight. She had risked her life again, to save mine. Could I really abandon her now, knowing she might wake up alone, confused, and in pain? And yet, how could I stay here when Holly is missing and Ava could be in danger? Roseโs voice cracked as she whispered, โPlease, Mr Miller. I need your help to find them quickly. Theyโre your family.โ I clenched my fists, the weight of the decision crushing me. Stay by the side of the woman who just risked her life for me, or go out into the night to find the woman I couldnโt live without? The moment dragged, every second feeling like an eternity. Before I could answer, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the waiting room. A security guard appeared, his face grim as he turned to face Rose. โMa'am,โ he said, addressing her directly. โThe camera caught a disturbance in the parking lot earlier this af
Orionโs POV The door to the hospital burst open, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. My head snapped toward the sound, my chest tightening at the sight before me. Ava. She stumbled inside, followed by Rose, an unfamiliar man, andโof all peopleโMason fucking Brown. He was cradling someone in his arms. My stomach dropped as my eyes locked on the figure he held. Holly. Blood stained Masonโs shirt, dripping onto the floor in thick, sickening splatters. Avaโs clothes were no better, smeared with crimson, and her face was pale, a wild mix of anger, fear and devastation etched across it. Even Mason, who always seemed composed, looked disheveled, his jaw clenched tight as he carried my sister in-law like she was the most fragile thing in the world. Panic, guilt, and regret tore through me like claws. My feet felt rooted to the floor, but my mind was screaming at me to move. This is my fault.I let Ava go this evening. If only I had fought to make her stay. Even chai
Orionโs POV The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed faintly, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. I paced the corridor, my fists clenched and chest tight, replaying Ava's words over and over. Her hatred burned into me like a brand. She was right, wasnโt she? I had made my choice. And my choice had been Chloe. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldnโt let go of the guilt. But standing here right now, alone in a hospital that felt more like a tomb, I wasnโt sure if the weight of that guilt was worth everything Iโd lost. I needed air. Without sparing another glance toward the ER, I turned and walked away. The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside, but it did nothing to calm the storm within. I leaned against the wall, my hands on my knees, trying to steady my breathing. My mind drifted back to Ava, to the blood on her clothes, to the anger in her eyes, and to Masonโs hand on her backโa hand that lingered too long, too familiarly. Jealo
Avaโs POVThe crisp autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I stood before Richardโs tomb, dressed in a flowing white dress that billowed around my ankles. It had been over two years since the chaos, since the battles that tested our strength, our love, and our resilience. Two years since we lost the man who gave meโgave all of usโa new chance at life. A chance at love, at family, at something real. I felt a gentle press against my hand and turned slightly, meeting the warm gaze of my mother-in-law. Without words, I passed her a knowing smile and squeezed her hand back. We had arranged this ceremony not to mourn, but as a reunion. A day to celebrate Richardโs life rather than grieve his absence. Laughter and quiet conversations floated through the cemetery as familiar faces gathered. Holly stood a few feet away, her phone in hand, a small, amused smile playing on her lips as she typed away. I narrowed my eyes, curiosity sparking in my chest. Was she textingโฆ a boy? I
Epilogue Orion stood alone on the balcony of the penthouse, the cool morning air brushing against his skin as his thoughts drifted to the past. He had sold the mansionโthe one he and Ava once called home. The memories that filled those walls had become too painful to bear. The haunting image of that particular morning played in his mind, unbidden and relentless. Ava in his arms, blood staining her dress as she struggled to breathe, coughing up blood. โDonโt talk, Ava. Pleaseโฆ just stay with me. Somebody get the ambulance!โ His frantic cries echoed in his ears as the paramedics wheeled her away, her weak hand reaching out, telling him with her eyes to let her go. Despite the terror in his chest, he listened to her wish and watched her leave, helpless to follow. Uncle Theo had dragged him away, his voice hollow, urging him to pull himself together. โAva, your wife, will want you here,โ Theo had said. Those words, heavy with unspoken meaning, drove him to storm into the conference ha
Avaโs POVThe incessant ringing of our phones jolted us awake. I stirred, unwilling to leave the warmth of Orion's arms. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for his phone on the headboard. His body stiffened as he listened to whoever was on the other end. Suddenly, he shot upright. โWhat do you mean by that?โ he barked into the phone, his tone sharp and commanding. My curiosity piqued, I sat up and watched him intently. โSchedule a meeting for today,โ he ordered before tossing the phone aside and raking his hand through his disheveled hair. โWhat happened?โ I asked, my voice cautious. He turned to look at me, his expression softening. โItโs nothing for you to worry about, just someโฆ minor concern at my company,โ he replied, placing a reassuring kiss on my hand. His lips then trailed from my hand to my arm, my shoulder, my neck, and finally to my ear. โStop,โ I said, smiling as I half-heartedly pushed him away. But before things could go further, my own phone rang. Orion
Orionโs POVโHolly?โ I called out, my voice laced with shock. Avaโs head snapped toward the door, and in an instant, she was on her feet, rushing to her sister. Pulling Holly into a tight embrace, Ava clung to her as if letting go would make her disappear. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. โWhat happened? Why are you crying?โ Holly asked, her voice filled with confusion. โI just missed you,โ Ava whispered, her voice soft but thick with emotion. Rose stepped forward, her brow furrowed. โHolly, why are you here so suddenly? Your bodyguard didnโt notify me about this visit.โ Hollyโs next words landed like a thunderclap. โThatโs because heโs dead.โ โWhat?โ Ava gasped, pulling back from her sister. Her posture straightened as the words sank in. โWhat do you mean? What happened? When did this happen?โ she asked, her voice rising with urgency. Hollyโs gaze dropped, her hands trembling as she whispered, โItโs Dad.โ She looked directly at Ava, fear etched
Orionโs POVCradling Ava's limp form against me, her body cold and still, the past week came crashing into my mind like a relentless tide, dragging me back to the darkest moments. Chloeโs voice, as clear as if she were standing right here, played over and over in my head.I closed my eyes, fighting the flood of memories, but they came anyway. The first time sheโd called after the scandal had fadedโher calm, unnervingly calculated toneโit had felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Something insidious.โI want you there at six,โ she'd threatened, her voice oozing venom masked as sweetness. โOr Iโll make sure this goes public. Think Iโm bluffing? Iโve got a video thatโll destroy you, Orion. Imagine how sheโll react when she sees it. All those nights... How do you think sheโll feel watching our sex video?โThe poison in her words sank into my skin, the memory of that call still fresh. โRemember Chicago?โ Chloe had murmured, her breath deliberate, every word a careful caress. โI
Avaโs POV Mason.โWhat are you doing here?โ I asked, my voice curious as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. He didnโt respond, but only walked further into the room.โI was just about to call you, butโฆโ My words trailed off as I took in his appearance. He was still wearing the same turtleneck and coat Iโd seen him in yesterday. In the middle of summer. I frowned. "Mason, itโs sweltering outside. Why are you still dressed like this? You could at least lose the coat. I know this is a corporate setting, but I would never question you even if you didnโt dress so formally.โMason smirked faintly, brushing off my comment, but before he could respond, Orion spoke, his voice laced with suspicion and accusation. โWhy are you wearing so many layers in this weather?โ He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. โOrion,โ I warned, my tone firm. โThatโs enough.โ Masonโs smirk twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with Orion. โYou donโt
Ava's POV The morning sunlight streamed through my office window, illuminating the stack of damning documents on my desk. Photos, doctored emails, and fabricated accusations stared back at me, each one a calculated attempt to tarnish my name and shake the foundations of Miller Enterprise. Rose hovered nearby, her face pale with worry. "Ava," she began, her voice trembling. "This... this is catastrophic. It's worse than anything we've ever faced." I remained seated, my face calm and unreadable. โTheyโre emptying their rifles,โ I said, my voice steady, almost amused. Orion paced behind me, his tension radiating like a storm waiting to break. โAva, this isnโt just about you,โ he said sharply. โThis is bigger. Theyโre coming for the company. Theyโre coming for us.โ I raised a hand, silencing him. โOrion, stop.โ He froze mid-step, turning to face me. โHow can you be so calm? Do you even realize whatโs at stake?โ โI do,โ I replied, standing and brushing off my blazer. โAnd I k
The city skyline shimmered like a chessboard under the moonlight, each glowing tower representing a player in this corporate war. While Chloe plotted her revenge, the Jamesons were orchestrating their own calculated strike, a move that would send shockwaves through Miller Enterprise before the Millers even knew what hit them. The Jameson estate exuded an aura of unrelenting power. The sprawling grounds, with their pristine gardens and wrought-iron gates, were more fortress than home, a testament to the familyโs wealth and ruthless ambition. Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was no warmer. The study, with its dark oak paneling and looming bookshelves, felt like the nerve center of a war room. Mr. Jameson sat behind the massive desk, his piercing eyes scanning a confidential file. The dim light from the desk lamp cast long, jagged shadows on the walls, amplifying the tension in the room. A glass of bourbon sat untouched beside him, condensation pooling on its surface. Mrs. Jameso
Avaโs POVThe moment I saw the figure step into view, cloaked in black with their face obscured by a mask, my blood ran cold. A scream ripped from my throat, piercing through the suffocating silence of the house. I didnโt wait to see what they would do next. My instincts screamed at me to run.I turned and bolted back up the stairs, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I made it halfway to my room when I felt a rough hand wrap around my wrist, yanking me back with such force that I almost lost my balance.โLet me go!โ I screamed, twisting and struggling, my free hand clawing at the iron grip that held me. The figure said nothing, their strength overwhelming as they began dragging me toward the stairs.โNo! Let me go, you son of a gun!โ I kicked and squirmed, planting my feet against the floor and grabbing the railing, anything to slow them down. My nails dug into the wood, and I screamed again, hoping against hope that someoneโanyoneโwould hear me.And I ask again, wh