LOGINTHIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWKarline stepped out of the venue with a sharp intake of breath.The cold night air hit her first. The second blow came from her ankle.Pain shot up her leg, white and unforgiving, but she straightened anyway. Pride was a stubborn thing. She had that calm expression on her face, as if nothing was wrong, as if she hadn’t just watched the man she once loved put a ring on another woman’s finger in front of half the city.She adjusted her coat and started walking, slowly, carefully, toward the main road, eyes scanning for a taxi.Just get home, she told herself. That’s all. Get home.A car slowed behind her.She didn’t turn.“Karline.”Her shoulders stiffened.Daniel stepped out, keys still in his hand, concern written openly across his face. Unlike the rest of the Carter family, he didn’t hide emotions behind polished smiles.“You shouldn’t be walking like that,” he said gently, eyes dropping to her feet. “Your ankle.”“I’m fine,” Karline replied immediately, wa
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Karline thought it was reid but stiffened when the servant appeared instead. “Miss Russo, Mr. Carter. Mrs. Carter has requested everyone to gather in the main hall. There will be an important announcement.”Daniel and Karline exchanged a look.“What now,” Karline murmured under her breath, exhaustion lacing every syllable.Daniel frowned. “Whenever Mum says ‘important announcement,’ it’s never anything good.”Karline let out a quiet breath, straightened her spine, and nodded once. “Let’s get this over with.”They followed the servant back inside.The moment they entered the grand hall, Karline felt it. The shift in the air. The tension. The anticipation humming through the room like an exposed wire.Margaret stood on the stage, perfectly composed, as if nothing chaotic had happened earlier. Her black dress was immaculate, her posture regal. Beside her stood Natalie.Natalie’s face had clearly been scrubbed clean. Too clean. The makeup reapplied, the lipsti
KARLINE'S POINT OF VIEW I stared at him for a long second, my mind trying to catch up with my eyes. Daniel Carter. Standing here. In front of me. After all these years. My voice finally came out, strained and low. “What are you doing here?” He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck like he already knew this conversation would hurt. “I followed Mum here.” That alone made my jaw tighten. “I knew she wouldn’t come here without an agenda,” he continued. “And I knew she wouldn’t do you any good.” I looked away toward the city lights, my chest tightening again. Of course he knew. Daniel had always known his mother better than anyone. I nodded once. “You were right.” He stepped closer but stopped at a respectful distance, eyes flicking to my ankle again. “She hurt you?” I let out a dry laugh. “She tried. As always.” Silence stretched between us, heavy but familiar. Daniel had always carried silence differently. Not sharp like Reid’s. Not suffocating like Margaret’s. His
KARLINE’S POINT OF VIEW He didn’t ask me where I wanted to sit. He just carried me straight through the glass doors, out onto the terrace, where the noise of the party faded into something distant and dull. Cool night air brushed against my skin, sharp and grounding. The city lights below shimmered like they had nothing to do with us. Reid lowered me onto the outdoor sofa carefully, like I might shatter if he moved too fast. I immediately crossed my arms. “Oh, don’t look so heroic,” I snapped. “You’d think you just rescued a kitten from a tree.” He ignored the comment. Which irritated me more than if he’d snapped back. “You’re rolling your ankle,” he said, kneeling in front of me. “Don’t move.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “I said I’m fine.” He didn’t reply. He just turned and walked away. “For God’s sake,” I muttered. “Unbelievable.” I tried to stand. The second my foot touched the ground, white-hot pain shot up my leg and I sucked in a breath, clutching the sofa.
KARLINE'S POINNT OF VIEWHer face plunged into the cake.Cream exploded everywhere. White frosting smeared across her cheeks, her nose, her lips. The knife clattered loudly onto the table.At the same time, I lost my footing completely and crashed hard into the right side of the table, my hip slamming painfully against the edge as I stumbled down, hiting the floor.Silence.Pure, stunned silence.The floor was colder than I expected.That was my first thought as my body hit it, sharp pain ripping through my ankle like someone had snapped a wire inside me. I clenched my teeth hard enough that my jaw hurt, refusing to give the room the satisfaction of a scream.Then everything exploded.Then,“Oh my God!”“What just happened?”“Did she fall?”“Is that cake on her face?”Cameras went wild.Natalie lifted her head slowly.Her hair was ruined. Frosting dripped from her lashes. The front of her dress was soaked in cream and crumbs. Her mouth opened in shock before twisting into a horrified
KARLINE'S POINT OF VIEW The music swelled slowly, like the hall itself was inhaling before a performance. Glasses chimed, heels clicked, laughter floated in polished bursts that sounded rehearsed rather than real.That’s when I saw him.Reid.He was walking in with James beside him, tall as ever, shoulders straight, suit perfectly tailored, black, expensive, effortless. The kind of man who belonged in rooms like this. The kind of man who had once belonged to me.My chest tightened before I could stop it.His eyes found me almost immediately.They always did.His expression softened, just a little, and then he smiled. Not the corporate smile. Not the one he gave investors or reporters. The one he used to give me when he wanted to check if I was okay without making it obvious.He stopped in front of me.“How’s Ethan?” he asked gently.For half a second, I almost forgot where we were.“He’s doing good,” I replied. My voice came out even. Controlled. “Doctor allowed him to stay home for







