LOGINOLIVIA I pressed the phone to my ear, blinking fast to hold back the tears. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of my sister, and definitely not over the phone. But the moment I heard Dante’s voice, everything I’d been holding in came crashing down. “Where are you, Olivia?” he asked. My throat tightened, and the tears spilled harder, sliding down my cheeks. “I’m with my sister,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Lilian.” There was a pause. “Are you crying?” He asked, his voice laced with worry. “What happened? Are you hurt? Sick? Tell me.” I shook my head, wiping my face with the back of my hand like it would erase the shame. “No. I… I got evicted.” The words choked out of me. “I have nowhere to go. Lilian’s landlord won’t even let me stay the night.” Silence filled the line again, heavier this time. “Text me the address,” he ordered. “Have you moved your things?” “Yes.” I sniffled, trying to pull myself together. “They’re outside. Eight boxes.” “My driver
OLIVIA A knot tightened in my stomach, making me queasy. I motioned for her to answer, silently praying this wouldn’t turn into yet another setback. She swiped the screen. “Hello?” “I’m terribly sorry for the confusion,” Hailey said. Her voice was softer now, almost like she was using kindness to mock us. “But I’ve just been informed the unit has already been paid for.” My mind reeled. What the hell? She’d just said it was available and now, it wasn’t? My shoulders slumped, all the air rushing out of me. Lilian’s eyes narrowed. “Paid for? By who? And when? Because a few minutes ago you told us the unit was open. Did this mystery tenant appear out of thin air?” There was a pause on the line, Hailey hesitating. After a short pause, she said, “I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused.” The call ended immediately. I stared at Lilian in disbelief, Hailey’s words echoing in my ears. Why was this happening to me? I shut my eyes tight, fighting the burn of tears.
OLIVIA “I came as soon as my shift ended,” Lilian said, a little out of breath when I opened the door. She stopped, her eyes searching my face. “Why do you look so awful?” I stepped aside to let her in, running my fingers through my messy hair. “Didn’t sleep. I was up all night.” “Any luck?” she asked carefully. I shook my head, my shoulders dropping. “I called every leasing office I could find. Even some realtors. No one has anything and for others….” She set her bag down. “And?” “They all turned me down.” “What?” “At first they sound great,” I said, moving toward the couch. “The apartments are available, they’re friendly. Then I give them my name and suddenly—” I snapped my fingers. “everything changes. Either the place is suddenly taken, or they stop answering me altogether.” Lilian’s brows knit together. “Isn’t that… illegal?” “I don’t know,” I said, staring down at my phone. “But it’s happening.” I gave a tired shrug and sank into the couch. “I’m just… e
DANTE Of course. It was his ego and pride that kept him talking. That was what drove him, what fed his belief that what I said was impossible. Deep down, he didn’t really think I could have slept with Olivia. I was his best friend, the one who stood beside him long before the spotlight, before the money, and before her. He held onto our so-called friendship, the one that was supposed to be untouchable and unbreakable. And that was exactly what made it so pathetic. Because two years ago, he had taken something from our friendship and pretended not to know what he’d done. He had no idea the pain of the betrayal I carried when he dropped to one knee and proposed to the only woman I had ever looked at twice. He enjoyed stealing her from me. He had no idea about the rage I buried. No idea how it felt to watch from a distance while the one thing that was real to me slipped into his hands. And the worst part? He still couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t accept that he had ruined i
DANTE I could see the curiosity all over Dominic’s face—the rigidness of his jaw, the restless way he shifted his weight from one side to the other, and the sharp focus of his eyes locked on me. He was starving for answers. It must have haunted him night after night, lying awake, asking himself the same question: Who helped her with the divorce? How did she get away? After he thought he had her bound in his chains. After he thought she was stuck and helpless. But Olivia had slipped through his fingers… with my help. And now he was here, desperate to know the name of the man who pulled her out of his toxicity. Bastard. I leaned back on the couch, my gaze flicking to him. He didn’t deserve to know a thing, not even a hint. “Why do you need to know?” I asked, feeding his curiosity. He let out a dry scoff, shaking his head. “Maybe she was cheating,” he said quickly. “Maybe she’s not as innocent as she looks. You ever think of that? No one gives a woman ten million if sh
DANTE As soon as I pushed through the revolving door at Echelon House, the sleek glass panels spun around me. My eyes darted to the biometric scanner embedded above the doorway. Seconds later, the scanner blinked green, confirming my identity, and a robotic female voice chimed through hidden speakers. “Welcome to Echelon House, the pinnacle of discreet luxury and elite connections.” My jaw tightened at the stiff tone. I hated it. Stepping into the vast lobby, the smell of oud wrapped around me.The marble floor glimmered beneath my polished shoes, reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above. A concierge, standing at the side in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, stepped forward. “Welcome back, Mr. Devereux,” he said with a crisp nod. Before I could react, another attendant had already taken my coat. “Shall I have your usual brought to the balcony?” the concierge asked. I gave a small nod and moved further inside. Soft music drifted through the lobby, mingli







