LOGINEvelyn 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
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
Evelyn POVI walked into Bennett Corporation at nine in the morning on a Tuesday, and I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped through the doors.The lobby was filled with people. My people. The staff I'd been trying so hard to keep employed and paid, even when I had no money.They were hold







