MasukVincent POVThree streets. Gabriel Ross was living three streets from Evelyn, and she had no idea. The thought sent something cold through my whiskey-fogged brain."Whitmore has been making his own moves," Theo continued. "Quiet ones. The resignation from Bennett Holdings was strategic, not altruistic. He's repositioning himself. Shedding the corporate entanglement so he can operate with fewer constraints. And the evidence he handed her regarding Clarke..." Theo's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "That wasn't a gift. That was a chess move. He's dismantling Clarke's position piece by piece, and he's using the Bennett woman's anger to do it. Whether he realises that's what he's doing or genuinely believes he's acting out of conscience is, frankly, irrelevant. The outcome is the same."Each word was a scalpel, cutting through layers of narrative I'd been living inside for months, exposing the machinery underneath. Gabriel. Adrian. Evelyn. All of them are moving, reac
Vincent POVShe smiled, reading the gesture as a game rather than a refusal, and redirected her attention, her mouth moving to my jaw, my ear, the spot behind my earlobe that she'd discovered made my breath catch despite my best efforts at indifference.The dark-haired woman on my lap rolled her hips slowly, grinding against me with a rhythm that matched the bass pulsing through the floor. Her fingers worked the remaining buttons of my shirt open, and she pushed the fabric aside, her palms sliding across my bare chest. Her thumbs traced over my ribs, down my stomach, following the lines of muscle with an appreciative hum against my mouth.I kissed her back, harder this time, but not because I wanted her, but because I wanted to feel something other than the hollow ache that had been sitting in my chest since I'd walked out of Evelyn's office. I wanted to drown it, smother it, replace it with something simpler, cheaper, and easier to throw away in the morning.The blonde's mouth had tr
Vincent POVTwenty-four hours earlier...The whiskey was doing its job, though it was not fast enough.Each sip filed down the sharp edges of the afternoon until Evelyn's flushed face and Adrian's creased collar and the way she hadn't been able to meet my eyes softened into something blurry and manageable. Something I could hold at arm's length instead of right against my chest, where it had been sitting like a hot coal since I'd walked out of her office four hours ago.The Velvet Room was the club that didn't exist on any map. There was no sign outside. It didn't have an online listing. Just a matte black door on a side street in the Redbank district with a bouncer who didn't ask your name because if you'd found the door, you'd already been approved.Inside, it was all low light and dark leather, the bass from the sound system vibrating through the floor at a frequency you felt in your teeth. The air smelled like expensive perfume and cigar smoke and the particular brand of recklessn
Evelyn POVHe was small enough to fit in both my hands, a ball of soft, golden-brown fur with floppy ears too big for his head and paws too big for his body. He had a black button nose, a white patch on his chest vaguely shaped like a lopsided heart, and a face that could end wars and bankrupt pet stores. He looked up at me with those ridiculous brown eyes, tail wagging so hard his entire back half wiggled, and let out a yip so tiny and so earnest that something inside my chest cracked wide open."Oh my God," I whispered.He launched himself at me. All four paws left the ground in a scramble of uncoordinated enthusiasm, and he landed against my chest, immediately licking my chin with a tongue that was warm and wet and roughly the size of a postage stamp. His tail was a blur. His whole body vibrated with joy, as if being held by a bare-footed woman in an oversized sweatshirt was the single greatest event of his short life.I'd always wanted a pet, but in between learning to become Isab
Evelyn POVI was so tired.Not just physically, though every muscle in my body ached with dull, persistent pain of sustained stress. My soul was tired from fighting on every front simultaneously and never having a moment where someone wasn't asking me to be strong, to make a decision, to carry something, to fix something, to forgive something.I wanted to call someone. The impulse rose in me like a reflex, and I reached for my phone before I'd even decided who I wanted to hear.Gabriel, who would tell me I was right and offer to handle Damien in ways I didn't want to think about.Vincent, who would listen without judging, make me tea, and not say anything until I was ready to talk.Adrian, who would have already known about Damien's visit and would have something strategic and infuriatingly useful to say about it.Three numbers. Three men. Three different versions of comfort, each one tangled up in complications I didn't have the energy to navigate tonight.I put the phone down.Inste
Evelyn POVDamien's face crumbled.His chin trembled, his eyes welled up, his shoulders sagged forward until he was hunched over the breakfast bar with his head in his hands."She's my mother," he whispered."And she was supposed to be mine too." The words came out before I could stop them, carrying a weight I hadn't expected. "When she married my father, she stood in our living room and told me she would love me like her own. She said we were a family. She said I'd never be alone again."I could hear the twelve-year-old girl in my own voice, and I hated it. I hated that Victoria could still reach that deep, could still find the scared, motherless child inside me who had wanted so desperately to be loved that she'd believed a stranger's promises."But we were never a family, Damien. I was an asset to be managed. A stepping stone to my father's money and the Whitmore name. Victoria never loved me. She never even pretended to love me when there weren't witnesses around. And you..." I lo
EvelynMy hands came up to grip his sweater, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened and became more urgent.His hands circled the small of my neck, pulling me closer as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths in a slow rhythm that left us
Evelyn POVI stood in the small backroom of the Crescent Harbour Public Hall, staring at my reflection in the long mirror. A woman looked back at me—one wearing light makeup, a simple, deep red dress, and her hair pinned neatly behind her ears. She looked calm.But inside, I was anything but.My he
Evelyn POVI walked into my penthouse bedroom with a heavy sigh and loosened my tie like it was choking me. My head had been pounding since morning, and the silence of the room did nothing to help.I shrugged out of my suit jacket and let it fall carelessly on the nearest chair. I was exhausted.No
Gabriel POV"Who sent you?" I asked, striking the man tied to the chair.The overhead lamp was the only light in the dark room, casting shadows across his bruised face. His left eye was swollen shut, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.The man's face lolled to the right, and then he sta







