ログインThe anticipation leading up to the meeting at NEW age suites consumed me. I spent the day in a state of nervous energy, alternating between pacing the confines of my apartment and staring out the window, watching the city go by. Every rustle of leaves, every distant siren, sent a jolt of anxiety through me. I replayed every detail of my plan, examining the potential outcomes, preparing for every contingency. My sanity hinged on the execution of this plan, the success of this meeting.The hotel itself was a monument to opulence and discretion. Its dimly lit corridors, its hushed atmosphere, were the perfect setting for the clandestine meetings I envisioned. NEW age known for its privacy and its air of sophistication, was a place where secrets could be exchanged, where deals could be made, and where reputations could be forged or destroyed. Its luxury, however, was not the kind that brought comfort, as it mocked the fragile control I struggled to maintain.As the appointed hour drew ne
The anticipation leading up to the meeting at NEW Age suites consumed me. I spent the day in a state of nervous energy, alternating between pacing the confines of my apartment and staring out the window, watching the city go by. Every rustle of leaves, every distant siren, sent a jolt of anxiety through me. I replayed every detail of my plan, examining the potential outcomes, preparing for every contingency. My sanity hinged on the execution of this plan, the success of this meeting.The hotel itself was a monument to opulence and discretion. Its dimly lit corridors, its hushed atmosphere, were the perfect setting for the clandestine meetings I envisioned. NEW age known for its privacy and its air of sophistication, was a place where secrets could be exchanged, where deals could be made, and where reputations could be forged or destroyed. Its luxury, however, was not the kind that brought comfort, as it mocked the fragile control I struggled to maintain.As the appointed hour drew nea
Ava's POVI sank into the plush embrace of the soft chair, the cushions doing little to alleviate the crushing weight pressing down on me. My carefully constructed plans, the foundation of my perceived success, were crumbling before my eyes. A hollow ache resonated within me, a premonition of the devastation to come. I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that if everything truly fell apart, I, and I alone, would be left to bear the wreckage.The casualties were piling up. First, the searing loss of Lydia, the woman whose absence had carved a permanent void in my life. Then, the betrayal of Damian, the man who had stolen her, and in the process, shattered my fragile sense of control and also having to change myself to seek revenge. And now, the entanglement with Samuel, a pawn I had foolishly taken up to navigate the twisted game I had created. Fear, that insidious serpent, had begun to coil around my heart, squeezing the air from my lungs. It was fear that had driven m
Lydia’s POVThe night was unusually still.I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the wide, luminous living room. The chandelier’s soft glow made everything seem calm, too calm, like the silence that follows a storm that has not really passed. The house smelled faintly of rain and whiskey, two things that always reminded me of Damian.He was home, yet not here. He had gone upstairs after his drive, quiet and brooding. I had seen the look in his eyes when he came in earlier. Something inside him had shifted. His silence was colder than his anger, and that frightened me more than his words ever could.I wrapped my robe tighter around my body and sat on the edge of the sofa. My reflection glimmered faintly in the glass table before me. It was strange to see myself like this, a woman who once believed love could tame any heart, now sitting in a house that felt more like a chessboard.The rain had started again, light and slow. Each drop on the window sounded like a warning.I
Damian’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped. It had only softened,now falling in thin, silvery threads that shimmered against the windshield as Damian drove through the sleeping city. Streetlights passed in a blur, and his reflection in the glass looked like that of a stranger,eyes cold, expression unreadable.Samuel’s words wouldn’t leave his mind. “Maybe you should ask yourself why everyone keeps betraying you.”It was almost laughable,except it wasn’t. It was a wound, and the sting was too real to ignore.He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He had given Samuel a name, a position, a place under his roof. He had trusted him with silence and secrets. And Ava… Ava had always been his weakness.A sharp breath escaped him. The car’s interior smelled faintly of rain and leather,clean, controlled, unlike the chaos in his mind. He could still see her,Ava, sitting on that desk, her lips curled, her eyes mocking him with that familiar blend of confidence and sin.He almost smiled. Almost.B
The rain came without warning. It was sudden, heavy, and impatient , like the storm that had been brewing inside Damian since morning. The city’s skyline was a blur behind the windshield as his car sliced through the downpour, tires hissing on the wet road. The wipers moved in angry, rhythmic sweeps, their motion matching the pulsing vein in his temple.He hadn’t planned to see Samuel tonight. But sleep wouldn’t come, and the thoughts wouldn’t stop , the doubts, the images, the flashes of betrayal. Lydia’s words from breakfast kept replaying in his head like a curse.> “You trust him too much. Loyalty bends when temptation calls.”He gripped the steering wheel tighter. He wanted to believe she was wrong , that Samuel was family, that blood meant something , but deep down, he knew Lydia’s intuition was rarely wrong. Her instincts were sharper than knives. And if she suspected betrayal, it was likely already happening.When Damian arrived at Samuel’s private residence , a modern duplex







