Mag-log inElizabeth’s POV Ever since that night, William had started coming home earlier than usual. To my surprise, he also stopped disappearing into Nanny Vicky’s room and began sleeping beside me again without me having to say a single word. The sudden change amused me more than it should have. During dinner, I often caught him staring at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. His eyes would linger a little too long, almost like he was trying to figure me out—like he no longer knew the woman sitting across from him. And honestly? I found the entire situation hilarious. For years, William barely noticed my existence unless it benefited him. Now suddenly, after one night, he watched my every move like I carried some dangerous secret. Maybe I did. I lifted my wine glass slowly, pretending not to notice his gaze while inwardly enjoying the effect it had on him. The balance in our marriage had shifted, and William felt it, too. That was the interesting part. Men like
Alex’s POV The new auction house I acquired demanded most of my attention lately, but even with business piling up, I still hadn’t stopped searching for clues about the artwork I needed to find. Every lead seemed connected to another secret, another lie, and I was beginning to realize this mystery ran far deeper than I originally thought. Still, I had already done a good job baiting Rick into my game. Now all I had to do was wait patiently for him to bite. Men like him always did when money and power were involved. Late last week, I received information that Amara would be leaving the country soon. Apparently, she had secured a collaboration with a well-known fashion brand to showcase her jewelry designs. Honestly, I was impressed. Most people would still be drowning in heartbreak after a divorce like hers, but instead, she was rebuilding herself from the ground up. There was something undeniably admirable about that kind of strength. And the fact that we were heading in t
Lena’s POV I had finally moved into the mansion, yet the atmosphere still felt far from peaceful. Darius remained bitter about the divorce papers and the way I forced his hand into signing them, though there was little he could do about it now. What amused me most was how badly he tried to hide it. The constant phone calls. The late-night drinking. The way his expression darkened every time Amara’s name came up. He still wanted her back. Too bad for him… she was already gone. I sat in my office, absently flipping through documents when my secretary knocked softly before stepping inside. “Ms. Lena,” she said carefully, “Amara officially submitted her resignation letter to the board this morning.” My fingers stilled against the paper. “She resigned?” I repeated slowly. “Yes, ma’am. Effective immediately.” The room fell silent after she left. I leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes thoughtfully. Was Amara really walking away from everything that easily? No.
Amara’s POV Victoria messaged me early the next morning to let me know a driver was on the way to pick me up. The countdown to the fashion show had officially begun, and the pressure around the office was intense. Victoria had grown noticeably restless over the past few days, especially after her rival, Sophia, kept throwing subtle insults and challenges online. But this time, they were going to be shocked. I had spent nights perfecting the necklace piece for the collection, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely confident in my work. When I arrived at the company, I paused outside Victoria’s office before knocking softly. Through the glass walls, I could see she had just wrapped up a meeting with several board members. Everyone inside looked polished, powerful, and intimidatingly comfortable in that world. Oddly enough, I felt out of place. The feeling unsettled me because I had spent years running my father’s company without ever doubting myself. But ev
Leon’s POV Escaping prison was never going to be easy, but I had no choice. The day I sent Lizzy that letter, I prayed it would actually reach her. Ever since I’d been locked up, someone had been monitoring me. None of my previous letters ever made it out, and deep down, I knew Lena was behind it. Sometimes, I sat awake wondering how my life had fallen apart so badly—how I had become a fugitive because of the very person I once tried to protect. All I ever wanted was to be the older brother Lena never had. Instead, I became another pawn in her twisted games, and it cost me the love of my life. Everyone said my fiancée was dead. But I never believed it. And maybe that was because part of me carried too much guilt to let her go. The night everything changed was Lena’s nineteenth birthday. Father had already promised her off to one of his wealthy friends, treating her like a business deal instead of a daughter. She came home drunk that night, furious and broken, and despite eve
William’s POV Watching her fall apart beneath my touch, begging for me, was more satisfying than I cared to admit. At first, her sudden advances had caught me off guard. Elizabeth usually ignored me, barely sparing me a glance whenever I disappeared into Nanny Vicky’s room. Desire had always been my weakness. Ever since I was young, it was the one urge I could never fully control. It wasn’t love—not with Vicky, not with any of them. Most times, I just needed an escape, a release from the pressure constantly building inside me. But Elizabeth was different. There had been a time when I truly loved my wife. The idea of marrying her once excited me more than anything, though I never allowed myself to show it. My father had drilled one lesson into me from childhood: loving a woman made a man weak. So, I buried every genuine feeling before it could surface. Over time, that buried affection twisted into resentment. She avoided my presence like I disgusted her, speaking to me only wh







