LOGINEvelyn POV
After the door closed behind Grace, I turned to Isabella with my arms crossed. "What stunt are you trying to pull now?"
Isabella's sweet expression flickered for just a moment, revealing something colder underneath. But before she could respond, the office door opened.
Isabella's eyes widened, and suddenly she stumbled backwards, falling to the ground with a cry of pain. Her hand flew to her cheek as if she'd been struck.
Adrian walked i
Evelyn POVShe was right. The rational part of my brain, the part that ran a company and managed a board, understood every word she was saying.But the rational part wasn't in charge. The part in charge was the one that remembered Gabriel's smile yesterday morning outside my house. The real one. The rare one that made him look human and young and like someone who hadn't spent his entire life surviving. The part that remembered him saying "good morning, trouble" and not being sure if he was talking to the dog or me.Had he said good morning to anyone today? Had he woken up and thought about last night the way I kept thinking about it, with this desperate, consuming vividness? Or had he woken up to gunfire?"Evelyn." Belle's hands were on my shoulders. She was standing in front of me, her face level with mine. "Listen to me. Gabriel Ross is the most dangerous, most resourceful, most stubbornly alive man you have ever met. He has survived things that would have killed anyone else. If any
Evelyn POVI don't remember calling Belle. I must have, because twenty-two minutes later she was at my door, still in the clothes she'd been wearing when we'd spoken earlier, her car keys in one hand and a look on her face I'd never seen before. Not the playful Belle or the professional Belle or the protective Belle who'd once threatened to kill Adrian with her car. This was a Belle stripped bare. A woman who loved her friend and could see that her friend was falling apart.She didn't ask what happened. She took one look at me, sitting on the hallway floor in my stained sweatshirt with swollen eyes and a puppy in my lap, and she sat down beside me."Tell me," she said.I told her. The words came out in fragments, looping back on themselves. A phone call from an unknown number had called to tell me that Gabriel’s home in Bangria was attacked, that there were several shooters, and that up until the moment I received the call, there was no confirmation of whether Gabriel was alive or de
Evelyn POVBiscuit was licking the tears off my chin when the phone rang.I was still on the hallway floor, back against the front door, legs pulled up, my bag in my lap, and the puppy in my arms.I didn't know how long I'd been sitting there. I’d lost motivation to go to the office today but long enough for the morning light to shift from pale gold to something brighter and less forgiving.Long enough for my legs to go numb against the cold tile. Long enough to replay Vincent's face, the defeat in it, the quiet way he'd asked me to leave, and to feel the guilt settle into my body.The phone rang again and I almost didn't answer because I thought it would be Grace calling to know why I wasn’t at the office yet. I'd hit my quota for devastating conversations before noon, and the idea of hearing another human voice ask me something that required an emotional response made me want to crawl under the sofa and stay there until spring.But it might be Vincent. It might be him calling to say
Adrian POVI sat down. Buttoned my jacket. Adjusted my tie. Moved the Calloway report from the centre of my desk to the top drawer, face down, beneath a stack of quarterly summaries. Then I reconsidered, pulled it back out, and placed it in the drawer beneath my chair where it couldn't be seen from any angle in the room.I composed myself and waited.I put the phone face down on the desk.Finally, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open ushering Isabella into my office. She wore white. A fitted sheath dress, sleeveless, cut to just above the knee. Her dark hair was pulled back in a chignon so precise it looked architectural, and her makeup was the kind of minimal that took forty-five minutes to achieve. She carried a small clutch in one hand. No phone. No bag. Nothing extraneous.She'd come light. Which meant she'd come ready.Her eyes swept the room the way they always did, quick, cataloguing, measuring the distance between furniture, the placement of objects, the things that we
Adrian POVThe thought lasted approximately six seconds before I felt sick.Because I could see it clearly and with strategic clarity that had made me excellent at business and terrible at being human. I could see the path: Evelyn devastated, leaning on me, the grief creating a proximity that my own efforts hadn't managed. I could see her turning to me in the absence of Gabriel, not because she loved me but because I was standing in the space he'd left behind, and proximity is a powerful thing when you're drowning.I could see all of it, and the fact that I could see it meant I couldn't do it.It wasn’t because I was noble. I wasn't. I was a man who'd spent decades treating people like variables in an equation, and the reflex to optimize outcomes was so deeply wired that I'd calculated the strategic benefit of a man's death before my second cup of coffee. That wasn't nobility. That was pathology.But the thing growing inside me, the unnamed feeling that kept me awake and made me resi
Adrian POVThe report landed on my desk at eleven forty-seven, buried between a quarterly earnings summary and a briefing on the Bangria corridor project, and it took me approximately four seconds to understand that the rest of my day had just been rewritten.Calloway had compiled it. It was two pages and had zero embellishment. My head of intelligence had spent fifteen years at K16 before deciding the private sector paid better and asked fewer questions, and he wrote the way he thought. It was clean, verified, stripped of anything that wasn't essential.07:38 local time. Multiple coordinated strikes on the Ross compound, Highfields district, Bangria. Estimated three to four firing positions. Sniper-grade weaponry. Attack duration: approximately fourteen minutes. Ross security team engaged. Compound sustained significant structural damage.07:52 local time. Two-vehicle convoy associated with Rowan Brice approached from the south. Convoy intercepted by unknown third-party force before
Evelyn POVI had just lain down on my bed when I heard the soft knock on my door.I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, hoping it would go away. But after a few seconds, the knock came again.I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. I was so tired. My body ached. My mind was exhausted. A
Evelyn POV"It's not nice meeting you again," I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. My anger was finally breaking through the shock of seeing him. "You stole my money after I saved you. I literally risked my life for you, and you stole from me."“What are you doing here by the way? To steal m
Evelyn POVFinally, it was time for the auction. I sat in my assigned booth with Grace beside me, watching as the auctioneer took the stage.Wealthy people filled the room: collectors, Investors, people who had money to spend and wanted everyone to know it. The air felt heavy with anticipation.Vi
Evelyn POVI took a deep breath and adjusted the straps of my emerald green gown. The dress hugged my curves perfectly, the colour bringing out the richness of my skin. I'd chosen it, hoping that leaning into my femininity would make the crowd go easy on me tonight.I stared at my relfection in the







