MasukEvelyn POVGrace pulled up to the front gates of my townhouse at exactly seven forty-five, the sky already darkened to a deep indigo with the last stubborn streak of sunset clinging to the horizon like it didn't want to let go. I knew the feeling."Are you sure you don't want me to come in?" Grace asked, her hands still on the steering wheel, her eyes scanning my face with scrutiny she'd been deploying since we'd left the office. "I can stay. Order food. Help you go through the flash drive. I don't have anywhere to be tonight.""Grace, you've been at work since seven this morning. Go home. Take a bath. Watch something terrible on television. I'll be fine. Besides, no one knows I'll be here. I had to leave the mansion for this place to avoid unnecessary eyes and for security concerns."She didn't look convinced, but she knew me well enough to know that pushing would only make me dig in harder. "Call me if you need anything. I mean it. Anything. Even if it's midnight.""I will.""You wo
Evelyn POVI opened my mouth. Then I closed it.Because the truth was, I did have an idea. A quiet, persistent idea that had been forming in the back of my mind since Morales first said the words "anonymous tip." An idea that made my stomach tighten and my pulse quicken, and my feelings tangle into a knot I couldn't begin to untangle.But I wasn't ready to say it out loud. Not here and not yet."No," I said. "I don't."Morales studied me for a moment, then nodded. "If anything comes to mind, you have my card."He walked us out.The evening air hit my face as we pushed through the station's front doors, cool and tinged with salt from the harbour. The sun was setting behind the skyline, painting the clouds in streaks of copper and pink. It was the kind of sunset that looked like it belonged on a postcard, completely at odds with the heaviness sitting in my chest.Belle linked her arm through mine as we walked toward the parking lot."Drugs, Evelyn," she said quietly. "That woman was run
Evelyn POVGhost employees. I felt sick. Victoria had been manufacturing fake staff members and collecting their salaries. For years. Right under my nose, right under the company's nose, facilitated by the very man whose job was supposed to be managing our people.I knew she'd been stealing, but this... was far beyond my expectations. "There's more," Morales said, and his tone shifted into something heavier. He pulled out another set of documents and placed them on the table with the reverence of a man handling evidence he knew would change the course of a case. "The packet also contained records of communications between Mrs Bennett and several individuals linked to narcotics distribution networks operating in the Crescent Harbour port area."Belle's hand found my knee under the table and gripped it."Narcotics?" I heard myself say."It appears that Mrs. Bennett may have been using Bennett Holdings' commercial property portfolio as a front for facilitating the storage and distributi
Evelyn POVMorales looked like he wanted to say something about procedure, then apparently decided it wasn't worth the fight. "Follow me."He led us through a series of corridors that got progressively less public-facing and more functional. The walls shifted from painted drywall to bare cinder block. The ceiling tiles gave way to exposed pipes. We passed a row of interview rooms with heavy doors and narrow windows, and I caught a glimpse through one of them of a woman sitting at a metal table.Victoria.I only saw her for a second as we walked past, but it was enough. She was sitting with her back straight and her hands folded on the table in front of her, dressed in what I recognised as her "travelling outfit," a tailored cream blazer over a navy blouse, pearl earrings, her blonde hair pulled back in a low chignon. She looked composed. Polished. Like a woman waiting for a business lunch, not a woman who'd been pulled off an international flight and escorted to a police station in ha
Evelyn POVThe sound cut through the warmth of the moment like a knife. I glanced at the screen, expecting Grace or maybe the event coordinator.The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number with a local area code.I picked up. "Hello?""Is this Miss Evelyn Bennett?" The voice on the other end was male and professional."Yes, this is she.""Miss Bennett, this is Detective Morales with the Crescent Harbour Police Department. I'm calling to inform you that approximately forty-five minutes ago, officers apprehended Victoria Bennett at Crescent Harbour International Airport."The room tilted.I sat up straight, my heart slamming against my ribs. Beside me, Belle noticed the change in my posture immediately and leaned in, her brow furrowed."She's back?" I repeated. "When did she arrive?""I'm not able to discuss the full details over the phone, Miss Bennett. But Mrs Bennett was flagged during a routine security check while attempting to leave Crescent Harbour in a disguise. Since she was alre
Evelyn POVBelle studied me for a long moment. The humour had drained from her face, replaced by the quiet, fierce protectiveness that had made her my best friend in the first place."Can I give you my honest opinion?""Please.""You have two options. Option one: You choose none of them. You step back from all three, focus on yourself, on Bennett Holdings, on Green Valley, and on the launch and on building the empire you fought for. You tell all three of them that you need space, and you take it. No guilt, no obligations, no tangled sheets.""And option two?"Belle shrugged. "Option two: you keep all three. No commitment. No exclusivity. No promises you're not ready to keep. You're a grown woman, Evelyn. You're allowed to explore what you feel without signing a contract. As long as you're honest about what you're doing, there's nothing wrong with taking your time to figure out who you actually want." She paused. "Or if you want any of them at all."I sat with that for a moment, turnin
Evelyn POVI was having one of those dreams where I was falling, my stomach lurching with the sensation of weightlessness, when a soft knock on my bedroom door pulled me back to consciousness.I'd woken up once already this morning but had decided the bed was too comfortable to leave. So I drifted
Gabriel POVGut feeling. Instinct.Those were the two traits that separated the mafia bosses who lived long from the ones who died young.The strongest ones—the ones with the biggest empires, the most connections, the territories spanning continents—they all eventually died. Either by assassination
Evelyn POVThe VIP ward room was more comfortable than the ICU had been. I could see the city skyline through the large windows. The room was private, decorated in soft blues and greens. There was a comfortable-looking armchair in the corner, a proper bathroom, and the room was well furnished.I go
Evelyn POVI laughed, despite the pain it caused. "Did you respond?""I ignored them," Grace said. "But I wasn't sure if that was the right call. They're a major firm. Maybe you wanted to hear them out?""No," I said firmly. "They're scammers, Grace. They target struggling companies, offer investme





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