เข้าสู่ระบบEvelyn POVGrace swiped through her tablet. "I've reached out to the remaining Phase Three investors for confirmation calls. Most haven't responded yet, which could mean anything. But Hargreaves Trust returned my call ten minutes ago, and their tone was... cautious. They didn't commit to anything, but they asked questions they've never asked before. Questions about our cash reserves, our debt service capacity, our contingency planning for budget overruns on Phase Three.""Those aren't questions an investor asks when they're comfortable. Those are questions an investor asks when someone's told them to be uncomfortable.""That's what I thought too."I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Three days. I had three days until the launch, and someone was pulling the financial foundation out from under it.The question was who.My first thought was Victoria. Even from custody, Victoria had connections, contacts who owed her favours, people she'd cultivated over years of social climbing
Evelyn POVOn the surface, the launch was shaping up to be the most significant event in Bennett Holdings' history. The Green Valley site looked spectacular — I'd driven out there twice in the past week, and both times I'd stood at the edge of the Phase One residential area and felt a pride so fierce it almost drowned out the sadness underneath it.The houses were finished. Central Park was landscaped. The commercial district facades were up, and the streetlights were installed, and from the right angle, at the right time of day, it looked like a real neighbourhood. A place where people would live and work and raise families. A place I'd imagined on paper and willed into existence.I'd built this. Whatever else was falling apart, I'd built this.Adrian had been present throughout. He wasn’t hovering, pushing, or using my vulnerability as an opening.He came to meetings and provided counsel when asked. He reviewed contracts, flagged issues, and offered his legal team's resources when B
Evelyn POVIt’s been two weeks since I stopped hearing from Gabriel Ross and stopped calling his phone.Not because I wanted to, but because the number no longer existed.Somewhere around day five, the automated voice that had been telling me the subscriber was unavailable was replaced by a flat tone and a message informing me that the number I was trying to reach had been disconnected and not switched off, not redirected, disconnected, permanently, as though the person attached to it had been erased from the network altogether.In the beginning, Adrian had been so certain Gabriel had survived. He'd shown me a report, typed and annotated, listing Gabriel's status as alive at the last update. I'd held that piece of paper against my chest and cried with a relief so complete it had felt like being born again.For three days, I'd clung to that word — alive — like a woman gripping a rope over a canyon, convinced that the next call would be his voice, rough and warm, telling me he was okay,
Gabriel POVI must have dozed off because I woke to Leo's hand on my shoulder and the grey light of pre-dawn seeping through the window."Boss." His voice was low, urgent. "You need to see something."I followed him downstairs. The ground-floor operations room was lit by the blue glow of three laptop screens. Dante was there, and Martinez, both hunched over one of the screens with expressions that matched Leo's tone."What is it?" I asked."The third-party force," Dante said. "The ones who intervened during the attack. We've been trying to identify them since yesterday. No luck on facial recognition, no equipment left behind, nothing. Until twenty minutes ago."He tapped the screen. A video began playing. It was security footage, pulled from a traffic camera two blocks from the compound—timestamp: 07:51, approximately three minutes after the third-party force had engaged Rowan's eastern flank.The footage showed a street corner that had been empty at first, then two vehicles appeared,
Gabriel POVEleanor was Mrs Harlow's first name.In eleven years, I'd never used it. She'd always been Mrs Harlow. The woman with the wooden spoon and the flat stare that could stop a grown man in his tracks. A woman with a first name and grandchildren and a life outside my compound that I'd never bothered to fully know because I'd been too busy being the centre of my own universe."I'll take care of them," I said again, meaning every word.Leo drove us back to the safe house. Nadia fell asleep in my lap within five minutes, her head against my chest, Mr Buttons wedged between us. Elijah sat beside me, wide awake, watching the city pass through the tinted windows.From the tense way he held himself, I knew he knew something was wrong and was waiting for someone to tell him what.I put my arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. He leaned into me, but neither of us spoke.At the safe house, I carried Nadia upstairs and set her on the bed that'd been prepared for her. Elijah
Gabriel POVLeo drove.The car had tinted windows, an unmarked sedan, and back roads through the industrial corridors of Bangria's eastern districts. I sat in the back with a cap pulled low and a coat that wasn't mine, watching the city slide past through dirty glass.Bangria looked different at night. Stripped of the construction cranes and the hustling foot traffic and the aggressive commerce that defined its daylight hours, it became something quieter and sadder. Shuttered shopfronts. Stray dogs trotting along kerbs. Streetlights with burnt-out bulbs that nobody had replaced because no one with the authority to do so cared about this part of the city.Mrs Harlow had lived in this part of the city her whole life—the Adisa district.It was mainly filled with working-class people who were honest and kind. This was the kind of neighbourhood where people left their doors unlocked because the only things worth stealing were already shared.She'd refused to move, even after I'd offered to
Adrian POVI was bent over my desk, going through contracts and financial documents, when the door to my office opened.Without looking up, I sighed. "I told you no visitors, Linda. I'm trying to work."But the footsteps didn't stop. They continued walking into my office, and I knew my secretary ha
Evelyn POVThe moment I stepped out of the airport in Bangria City, the first thing that greeted me was the heat and the dust. The second thing I noticed was how busy the city seemed. It was only 11 am, but it looked like 3 pm on a Monday in my town.Cars were honking, people were shouting, vendors
Evelyn POVI crouched down and, with a lot of effort, managed to get the man onto my back. He was heavy, plus it didn't help that he was unconscious. My legs shook with the effort of standing up, but I managed.By the time I made it back to the road, I was regretting every decision I'd made in the
Evelyn POVThe bus ride back to the hotel was torture.I managed to get back to the hotel with barely enough strength in my legs. On the bus ride, I sat stiffly beside the window, staring outside but not really seeing anything. My mind was spinning too fast.All I could think about was the money I







