Knoxx’s Point of View
The email comes through just past midnight.
I almost miss it—my phone vibrates against the arm of the couch so quietly, I think I imagined it. But when I glance over, there it is.
Subject: Meeting Request Confirmed – Hill International
Attendees: Caroline Hill, Knoxx Wayne
Time: Tomorrow, 11:30 AM
I sit up too fast. The blanket I didn’t realize I’d pulled over myself falls to the floor, but I don’t care. I stare at the screen, heart thudding like it’s trying to catch up to the moment.
She said yes.
After all the silence. After the wall of unanswered calls, the ignored texts, the meetings that were “unavailable”—this one made it through.
She’s going to see me.
I close my eyes for a moment and let the reality settle int
Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe mansion is full of noise—guards barking orders, security footage playing on loop, staff whispering in corners—but all I hear is the silence on the other end of my phone.That silence that came after Dolly hung up.That silence that shattered Caroline.It’s been hours since Liam disappeared.The power’s back on, but the air still feels suffocating. Thick with panic and something worse—dread. Like the walls of this place know something we don’t. Like the house is holding its breath along with the rest of us.Caroline hasn’t slept. She hasn’t eaten. She just keeps pacing the living room, her arms crossed tightly, her hair pulled up in a messy knot she probably doesn’t remember tying. Her eyes are rimmed red, but dry now. She’s past the tears. She’s in the stage wher
Knoxx’s Point of ViewI don’t remember parking the car.I don’t remember if I even turned off the engine.All I know is that my chest is about to split open as I sprint up the front steps of the Hill mansion. The guards try to say something—I don’t hear them. My heart is pounding in my ears, louder than their words, louder than anything else.Then I see her.Caroline.She’s crumpled on the stairs, clutching something in her hands, her entire body shaking with sobs so violent it makes me want to fall apart. Her hair is a mess, her shoulders jerking, and her face—God, her face looks like someone reached in and ripped something out of her soul.“Caroline!” I call out.Her head lifts slightly.And the moment her eyes meet mine, she runs.&nb
Caroline's Point of ViewI fold Liam’s tiny jacket and place it on the bottom shelf of the built-in wardrobe. It still smells like strawberries and grass. There’s a faint ketchup stain on the cuff I missed in the wash, but it makes me smile, even now. The Hill mansion may be enormous, cold in places, full of old wood and heavier silences—but this room is starting to feel like ours. Little by little. Drawer by drawer.“Ma’am, please,” one of the maids says gently from the doorway, wringing her hands as she glances at the pile of suitcases beside me. “We’ll take care of that. You really don’t have to trouble yourself.”I glance back at her and chuckle softly. “It’s fine, really. I need the movement. It’s practically exercise.” I shoot her a reassuring smile, wiping the light sheen of sweat from my brow. “If I stay still too long, I start overthinking again.”She opens her mouth, maybe to argue, but I cut her off with a playful, “How about turning on the TV instead? I need background noi
Caroline’s Point of ViewWhen the door opens, I nearly drop the pen in my hand.It’s ridiculous—I knew he was coming. I was the one who approved the meeting. I was the one who told Mira to send the invite. I’ve had days to prepare, hours to rehearse what I would say, and still… when Knoxx Wayne steps into my office, I feel my breath snag in my throat like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t.He stands in the doorway for a second, just looking. His eyes sweep across the room—not frantic, but searching. Like he’s expecting someone else to be here. Or maybe like he’s hoping this moment will feel different than it does.His gaze lands on me, and it lingers.Not in a flirtatious way. Not the way it used to, back when things were simple and dangerous and too full of heat. This is different. Quiet. Careful. Like he&rs
Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe email comes through just past midnight.I almost miss it—my phone vibrates against the arm of the couch so quietly, I think I imagined it. But when I glance over, there it is.Subject: Meeting Request Confirmed – Hill InternationalAttendees: Caroline Hill, Knoxx WayneTime: Tomorrow, 11:30 AMI sit up too fast. The blanket I didn’t realize I’d pulled over myself falls to the floor, but I don’t care. I stare at the screen, heart thudding like it’s trying to catch up to the moment.She said yes.After all the silence. After the wall of unanswered calls, the ignored texts, the meetings that were “unavailable”—this one made it through.She’s going to see me.I close my eyes for a moment and let the reality settle int
Knoxx’s Point of ViewI stare at the screen of my phone like it owes me something.A notification. A single dot. A tiny light. Anything.But there’s nothing.Still nothing.I’ve refreshed my messages five times in the last hour, like some kind of lunatic, as if the act of looking harder might make something appear. Like maybe the problem is me, not the silence. Like maybe she’s there, on the other end, just one second away from answering.But no. It's the same.A blank thread.Unread. Unseen. Unfelt.I scroll up out of habit, already knowing what I’ll find—dozens of messages with my name stamped underneath. All mine. Sent over the last week. Some careful and soft. Some panicked. Some stupidly hopeful. And the missed calls?Fifty-three.