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Third-Person POV Miley Perez had always believed fear was something that happened to other people. Fear was for weak girls crying in bathrooms after heartbreaks. For desperate men losing money. For people without power. Miley had spent too many years surviving to become one of those people. But tonight, Tonight, for the first time in a very long time She was afraid. The heels she had abandoned somewhere during her escape were gone now. Her bare feet slapped against wet pavement as she hurried down the dim alley behind the nightclub, clutching her phone tightly enough to hurt. Her breathing came fast. Uneven. Panicked. The image of Ares Antonovich standing in that hotel room would not leave her mind. Those eyes. God. She had seen angry men before. Adam when business deals failed. Clients when they lost money. Her father during drunken rages years ago. But Ares? Ares had looked like the kind of man who could kill without raising his voice. And worse He had looked
Third-Person POV It did not take Astrid all at once. It swallowed her in pieces. First her legs. Then her hands. Then her voice. She could still hear. Still think. Still feel. And that was the cruelest part. Her body had become a prison she could not command. She felt hands beneath her arms dragging her across tile. Her shoes scraped weakly against the floor, then disappeared from her feet altogether. Voices moved around her in muffled waves, warped and distorted by the drug flooding through her system. “Put her on the bed.” “She’s heavier than she looks.” Miley laughed. Astrid tried to move. Nothing happened. Terror clawed up her throat. No Not like this. Not again. She forced her eyes open. Blurred ceiling. Hotel room. Soft golden lights overhead. A strange man leaning over her. Miley standing nearby with her phone already in hand, smiling like this was a party. Panic hit Astrid so hard it nearly tore her apart. Her lips parted. No sound came. The man
Astrid’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the car and looked up at the glowing sign above the bar, something in my chest tightened.It wasn’t the place itself.The bar was one of those polished upscale lounges designed to look effortless....dim amber lighting, expensive leather seating, a polished black entrance framed by gold accents and security men in tailored suits. The kind of place wealthy people came to pretend they were ordinary while spending enough on cocktails to pay someone’s rent.Nothing about it was alarming.And yetInstinct pressed cold fingers down my spine.Maybe it was because Miley had sounded too eager on the phone.Maybe it was because in my first life I had trusted her completely, and now every smile from her felt like a knife wrapped in silk.Or maybe it was because my body had learned the shape of danger before my mind did.I stepped inside anyway.Because if Miley was planning somethingTonight, I intended to see it clearly.The hostess led me through the cro
Third-Person POVThe city looked beautiful from the penthouse windows.That was the thing about wealth......it dressed monsters in silk and glass and made cruelty look elegant from a distance.Inside his office, Adam Pierce stood with one hand in his pocket and the other pressed against the cool window, staring down at the streets below with a face carved from restraint.But restraint was all it was.A mask.Beneath it, anger still boiled.He could still see it if he closed his eyes......Astrid standing beside Ares Antonovich, laughing with him, looking at another man with a softness she had once reserved for Adam alone.And worseHe could still see the revulsion on her face when he touched her.Revulsion.As if he disgusted her.His jaw clenched.His phone buzzed against the desk.He picked it up without looking.“Miley.”The response came immediately.“Well? You sound murderous.”Miley Perez’s voice carried its usual sharp amusement, but Adam was not in the mood for games.“She’s sl
Astrid’s POVVictory, I was learning, had a taste.Not sweet.Not satisfying in the way I once imagined.It tasted sharp......like adrenaline still lingering under the tongue, like restraint clenched so tightly your jaw ached from it.I did not allow myself to look back as I walked out of the ballroom.The applause had faded behind me. The music had resumed. Conversations had started again in polite, measured voices as if drama had not just taken place beneath crystal chandeliers and expensive smiles.But I knew what had happened in that room.Adam had tried to embarrass me publicly.And I had turned his knife back on him.My heels clicked against the marble corridor outside the ballroom, each sound unnaturally loud in the quiet. My pulse had not yet settled. My hands looked steady, but I could still feel the rush of it beneath my skin.....the rage, the restraint, the triumph.I exhaled slowly.“Careful.”The voice came from behind me, smooth and low.“If you keep doing that, people m
Third-Person's POV The ballroom shimmered with controlled elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast soft gold light across polished floors, reflecting off glasses of champagne and the carefully curated smiles of the city’s most powerful people. Conversations flowed in low, refined tones.....business disguised as pleasantries, alliances hidden behind laughter. Tonight wasn’t just another social gathering. It was a stage. And everyone here knew it. At the center of it all stood Astrid Woods. Composed. Poised. Untouchable......at least, that’s what it looked like from the outside. She wore control like a second skin. Every step she took was measured, every glance calculated. The recent media storm hadn’t shaken her outwardly. If anything, it had sharpened her. But beneath that calm surface She was watching. Listening. Noticing. Because the whispers hadn’t stopped. They had only grown quieter. More careful. More dangerous. “…young to be handling something this large…” “…the







