Mag-log inSEBASTIAN'S POVThere was a soft knock on the door about twenty minutes after Isabella left."Come in," I called out, still standing by the window, still replaying the humiliation of the day over and over in my mind.The door opened and Maria—one of the household nurses we kept on as a maid—entered carrying a medical kit."Mr. Lancaster," she called out professionally, her eyes taking in the damage to my face without comment. "Your mother asked me to come tend to your injuries."Of course she did.My mother had asked. Not Isabella.My wife hadn't even bothered to check if I needed medical attention. She'd been too busy ranting about Vanessa and Nicholas to care that I was bleeding."Thank you, Maria," I said, moving to sit in one of the leather chairs by the fireplace.She worked in efficient silence, cleaning the blood from my face with gentle swabs, applying antiseptic that stung like hell but I refused to flinch.The cut above my eyebrow would probably scar.The split in my lip wa
SEBASTIAN'S POVThe drive back to the mansion was suffocating.Isabella wouldn't stop talking—her voice shrill with outrage, recounting every humiliating detail of what had happened at the funeral as if I hadn't been there, as if I hadn't lived through every mortifying second.My mother sat in the back seat in complete silence, staring out the window with an expression I'd never seen on her face before.Shock.Humiliation.Defeat.Patricia Lancaster—the woman who'd controlled this family with an iron fist for decades—had been pushed into a grave by Vanessa and nearly buried alive.And the entire thing had been caught on camera.Multiple cameras.By the time we pulled through the gates, my phone had already exploded with notifications.News alerts. Social media tags. Text messages from relatives and business associates.Everyone had seen it.I waited until we were inside, until my mother had disappeared up the stairs to her room without a word, before I pulled out my phone and looked
VANESSA'S POV"Maya is here!" Elijah said again, his voice full of innocent excitement. "She came over to play, and we've been playing games together!"The air left my lungs in a rush.Maya.Maya Lancaster.The same little girl who had lied about my son.Who had told everyone—teachers, parents, and the school administration—that Elijah had pushed, hurt and assaulted her.A lie that had gotten CPS called to my house.A lie that had resulted in my son being ripped from my arms, screaming and crying for me while I collapsed on the floor, helpless to stop them.A lie orchestrated by Isabella to punish me for existing."Elijah," I managed to call out over the phone, my voice shaking. "Baby, what is Maya doing there? I thought—I thought I told you to stay away from her.""I know, Mommy." His voice got quieter, more uncertain. "But she came over with her nanny, and Sarah said it was okay, and... and Maya also said she was sorry for what she did.""She said she was sorry?" I repeated, my hear
VANESSA'S POVNicholas's mouth was on mine, and for a moment I let myself get lost in it.In him.In the way his lips moved against mine, the way his tongue swept into my mouth with a confidence that made my toes curl.But then reality came crashing back."Wait," I gasped, turning my head to break the kiss. "Nicholas, wait. We can't.""We should," he murmured against my jaw, his lips trailing down to my neck in a way that made me almost speechless."We really shouldn't, Nicholas." I tried to push against his chest, but my hands seemed to have forgotten their purpose, instead they were spreading themselves across his hard muscle. "I don't think—I don't think this is right.""It feels pretty right to me, Vanessa...""Nicholas, please—"He kissed me again, harder this time, swallowing whatever protest I was about to make.And God help me, I kissed him back.My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer even as my mind screamed at me to stop.Then suddenly the world tilted.Nicholas
VANESSA'S POVThe moment we arrived back at the Lancaster family mansion, Nicholas practically dragged me through the entrance, past the startled staff, and straight to the east wing.To our suite.He didn't say a word the entire way, his hand still gripping mine like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.The door to our suite slammed shut behind us with a finality that made my heart race.Nicholas finally released my hand, stalking across the room to the window, his shoulders tense, and his breathing still rough.I stood there by the door, suddenly feeling the full weight of everything that had just happened crash down on me.The funeral.Patricia in the grave.Isabella on the ground.Sebastian bleeding.The fight."Oh God," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "Oh God, Nicholas, what did I do?""Vanessa—""I ruined it." My voice cracked. "Grandma Mae's funeral. I completely ruined it. She deserved better than that. She deserved a dignified, peaceful ceremony, and instead I—I
VANESSA'S POVEverything happened so fast.One moment Sebastian was in my face, screaming at me about his mother.The next, Nicholas's fist was connecting with his jaw in a brutal, bone-crunching punch that sent Sebastian staggering backward."Nicholas!" I gasped, but he wasn't listening.He wasn't listening to anyone.Sebastian recovered quickly, his hand going to his bleeding nose, his eyes blazing with shock and anger."You fucking bastard!" Sebastian lunged at Nicholas, tackling him around the waist.They both went down hard onto the manicured lawn, rolling across the grass in a tangle of expensive black suits and flying fists.Nicholas got on top first, landing another punch to Sebastian's face—this one to his cheekbone—that made the crowd gasp."Stop!" I shouted, moving toward them. "Both of you, stop!"But they weren't stopping.Sebastian managed to throw Nicholas off, rolling them over so he was on top now. His fist connected with Nicholas's ribs, then his jaw, brutal hits tha
VANESSA'S POVIt had been three days since the Vogue interview.Three days since Nicholas had kissed me in the hallway after the cameras stopped rolling, and three days since we had both pretended it never happened.I couldn't stop thinking about it.The way his mouth had crashed against mine with
VANESSA'S POVThree minutes later, I was sitting on our living room couch next to Nicholas, microphones clipped to our clothes, bright lights in our faces, and millions of people watching.Millions.The host—a stunning woman in her thirties named Claire Willams—sat across from us with a tablet in h
VANESSA'S POVI'd spent the entire day avoiding the main suite.Nicholas was home—it was Saturday, no work—and he'd been walking around shirtless all morning.Shirtless.Those broad shoulders, that defined chest, those abs that looked carved from marble. Water droplets from his shower still clingin
SEBASTIAN'S POVMaya survived the night.The transfusion worked, and by morning, her vital signs had stabilized. She was still unconscious, still fragile, but alive.Isabella hadn't left her side once. She sat in that hospital chair for hours, holding Maya's small hand, whispering prayers and promi







