LOGINNYLA’S POVI barely made it upstairs before my phone rang.Audrey.“Finally!” she exclaimed when I answered. “I was beginning to think you'd forgotten I existed.”“I've been busy.”“Busy doing what?”“Trying to survive my life.”She laughed. “That sounds serious. Tell me everything.”I sat on the edge of my bed, glancing at the sketchbook beside me.“Lucian told me something yesterday.”“Lucian?” Her voice sharpened. “What did he do now?”“He said we met three years ago.”Silence.“Wait. Before the party?”“Yes.”“How?”“He saw me at a cemetery when he visited his mother’s grave. Apparently, I was there too.”Audrey paused. “Do you remember him?”“No.”“Are you sure?”“Would I be asking you if I remembered?”“Fair point.” She hesitated. “What does he want you to do with this information?”I rubbed my forehead.“He said he's been remembering me all this time. That he wanted a chance with me before everything happened between our parents.”“And how do you feel about that?”I stared at t
LUCIAN’S POV“Close the door.”My father didn’t look up when I entered his office the following morning.I shut it behind me.“You wanted to discuss my future.”“Sit down.”I remained standing.Xavier finally raised his eyes. “Must you turn every simple request into a challenge?”“Must you turn every conversation into a business meeting?”His mouth tightened. He placed the document in his hand on the desk.“The photograph from the auction has created unnecessary speculation. I expect you to deal with it.”“Daniel is handling the article.”“I’m not talking about the article.” His gaze sharpened. “I’m talking about your behavior around Nyla.”My expression remained unchanged, but his words struck closer than I wanted to admit.“What about it?”“Don't play games with me, Lucian. I've watched you long enough to know when something has your attention. Lately, that something appears to be my stepdaughter.”I walked toward the window.“Nyla and I argue. That's hardly a scandal.”“Then explai
LUCIAN’S POVBy Monday morning, I had made two decisions.First, I would stop allowing my father to dictate how I handled my personal life.Second, I would stop expecting Nyla to wait for me.The second decision was harder to accept.I arrived at the office early and summoned Daniel, my assistant.“I need you to clear my schedule this afternoon.”Daniel checked his tablet. “The board meeting?”“Move it to tomorrow.”“And the acquisition review?”“Send the documents to my office.”He hesitated. “Anything else?”“Yes. Find out everything you can about Damon.”Daniel's fingers stopped moving.“Damon who?”“The man Nyla went to dinner with.”He looked at me for a moment before returning to his tablet. “I'll see what I can find.”“Keep it discreet.”“Of course.”When he left, I stared at the documents on my desk.I was behaving like a jealous fool, and I knew it. Nyla had every right to see other people. I had given her no promise, no assurance, nothing she could hold on to when things bec
NYLA’S POV“Saturday, seven o’clock. Don't be late.”I stared at Audrey’s message, smiling as I slipped my phone into my bag.For once, I had something to look forward to that didn't involve Lucian Knight.My date had chosen a restaurant downtown. We had met briefly at a café, exchanged numbers, and started talking. He was charming, attentive, and—most importantly—not complicated.That was enough for me.At least, it should have been.“Nyla!”I turned as Audrey hurried toward me outside the café.“You look suspiciously happy,” she said, narrowing her eyes.“Am I not allowed to be happy?”“Of course. But you usually look like you're planning someone's funeral whenever I ask about your love life.”I laughed. “You're exaggerating.”“Then tell me about this man.”“There isn't much to tell.”“What's his name?”“Damon.”Audrey's eyebrows rose. “Damon? The handsome guy you told me about?”“Yes.”“And he asked you out?”I nodded.She grabbed my arm. “Finally! A man who isn't going to leave yo
LUCIAN’S POVNyla had become very good at walking away from me.Too good.I watched her disappear up the staircase, her last words repeating in my head.What I needed was a reason to believe them.She wanted proof that she meant more to me than a secret I could indulge whenever I pleased. The problem was that every time I tried to explain myself, the truth I had kept buried for three years pressed against my tongue.I had loved her long before that night at the hotel.But telling her now wouldn't erase the damage I had caused. It wouldn't change the fact that our parents had married, or that my father had already warned me about the consequences of giving people reasons to talk.My phone vibrated.Vanessa: We need to talk tomorrow.I ignored the message.She called immediately.“What is it?” I asked.“Charming as always.”“Vanessa.”“Fine. I spoke to Nyla.”My grip tightened around the phone. “Why?”“Because you're making a mess of things, Lucian. You look at her as if everyone else i
NYLA’S POVBy morning, the photograph had become impossible to ignore.I discovered that when I opened my phone and found messages from people I barely spoke to. Some wanted to know whether Lucian and I were genuinely close. Others asked if I had enjoyed my first taste of the Knight family’s luxurious lifestyle.One comment made my fingers go cold.Imagine marrying into a billionaire family and immediately setting your sights on the son.I locked my phone.People could invent whatever stories they wanted, but I refused to let strangers define me.I had worked too hard to build a life for myself to become a subject of gossip because of Lucian Knight.At breakfast, Mother studied me over her coffee.“Are you all right, sweetheart?”“Yes.”“You barely touched your food.”“I’m not hungry.”Her eyes lingered on my face. “You know you can tell me anything, don't you?”My fork paused.For one dangerous second, I considered telling her everything. The truth about Lucian. The way my heart betr







