LOGINSEBASTIAN'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 POVFor a moment, Patricia just stood there, her hand on her reddening cheek, staring at me with wide, disbelieving eyes.Then the shock transformed into pure rage."You bitch!" she shrieked, her composure completely shattered.Her hand flew up, aiming for my face in retaliation.But I was ready this time.My hand shot out and caught her wrist mid-air, my fingers wrapping around it like a vice.Patricia's eyes widened further as I held her arm suspended between us, stopping her slap before it could land."Don't even attempt to slap back!" I snapped quietly, my voice deadly calm."Let go of me!" Patricia hissed, trying to wrench her arm free.But I held firm.That's when Isabella came rushing forward, her face twisted with indignation."How dare you!" she screamed at me. "You can't—"I released Patricia's wrist and turned to Isabella in one motion.My hand connected with her face before she could finish her sentence.CRACK!!!The slap was even harder than the one I'd given Pa
SEBASTIAN'S POV I paced the length of my mansion like a caged animal, my phone clutched in my hand as I checked it for the hundredth time in the past hour. Still nothing from Adrian. The private investigator had promised me preliminary findings within seventy-two hours, and I was already losing m
VANESSA'S POV Nicholas's hands were surprisingly gentle as he helped me up from where I'd collapsed against the wall, his touch so different from the violence he'd just unleashed on that man moments ago. I didn't even know he could hurt someone like that. He looked so dangerous. "Can you stand?"
VANESSA'S POV The club was packed when I walked in, and bodies pressed together on the dance floor while bass pounded so loud I could feel it vibrating in my bones. Colored lights flashed in disorienting patterns, and the smell of alcohol and sweat hung heavy in the air. I pushed my way through th
VANESSA'S POV I woke to the steady beeping of hospital machines and the antiseptic smell that always reminded me of death and sickness. My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, and when I tried to move, pain shot through my skull so intensely I had to bite back a whimper. Then I r







