ログインEdwin's POV The decision to leave the family apartment didn't come lightly.I had stood in the doorway of my bedroom for nearly twenty minutes before I even reached for the duffel bag on the top shelf of the closet , the battered olive-green one I'd used for weekend trips and forgotten about for years. Pulling it down felt like an admission, and I wasn't sure I was ready for that. But my hands moved anyway, as though some quieter, braver part of me had already made the decision and was simply waiting for the rest of me to catch up.As I packed, I felt a strange mixture of relief and dread moving through me in slow alternating waves. The silence in the apartment was deafening , no more shouting, no more accusations, no more of Victor's voice cutting through the rooms like something designed to wound. No more stifling tension pressing against my chest like a heavy weight I'd grown so accustomed to carrying that I'd stopped noticing it was there. But the silence also felt hollow, emptie
Edwin's POV The tension in the room was so thick I could barely breathe. Every second stretched into something unbearable, and I stood frozen, the chaos of it all swirling around me like a storm I couldn't outrun. Voices rose, sharp and heated, bouncing off the sterile walls, but the words kept blurring in my mind. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, each beat a reminder of how close to the edge everything had come.It had started with something small. It always did.Victor's voice cut through the noise first, venomous and terrifyingly steady. "You're just playing me. You think I don't know what you're hiding?"I clenched my fists at my sides, my knuckles going white. I had told myself I was prepared for this. I had rehearsed it in my head a hundred times, what I would say, how I would hold myself together. But standing here now, with his eyes on me like that, none of my preparation meant anything."You don't know what you're talking about," I said. My voice came out smaller than
Daniel's POV The weight of the secret pressed heavily on my chest as I sat alone in my apartment, staring at the blinking cursor on my phone screen. I had just left Victor’s office an hour ago, and my mind was racing in every direction. The truth was out now, more than just a whisper or a guarded secret. Victor had everything: Edwin’s full sex-work history, every detail, every client, every transaction. And he had used it to manipulate, to threaten, to control.But what haunted me most wasn’t just the fact that he knew. It was that I’d kept silent all this time. That I’d known from the very beginning, and I hadn’t told Edwin. I’d buried the knowledge deep, pretending it didn’t matter, convincing myself that it was better to keep the peace, to protect him from the fallout. But now, knowing what Victor could do, what he was capable of, I realized I’d been a coward.I stared at the screen, my fingers trembling as I debated whether I should call Edwin or go straight to him. Instead, I to
Victor's POV The dim glow of my office lamp cast long shadows across the room as I sat back in my chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin. The air was thick with anticipation, my favorite kind of game. I had been waiting for this moment, the perfect opportunity to leverage what I knew against Daniel. And now, it was finally here.The door creaked open quietly, and Daniel stepped inside. His face was tense, eyes flickering with suspicion and something else I couldn’t quite place, fear, maybe. He knew he was walking into the lion’s den, but that didn’t stop him from trying to appear composed.“Victor,” he greeted cautiously, closing the door behind him. “You wanted to see me?”I gestured toward the chair across from my desk. “Yes. Have a seat.”He hesitated for a moment, then obliged, settling into the chair with an air of guardedness. I watched him carefully, studying every line of his face, trying to gauge his state of mind, his weaknesses.“Daniel,” I began softly, a smile curling a
Edwin’s POVThe apartment smelled like burnt toast and the faint lavender ghost of Mom’s detergent that still clung to the curtains even after three weeks of trying to wash it out. I stood in the kitchen, staring at the toaster like it had personally betrayed me, the blackened bread sitting on the plate like a bad omen. Ruby was at the table behind me, knees drawn up, scrolling through her phone with the kind of intense focus that usually meant she was avoiding something.I scraped the worst of the char into the trash and dropped two fresh slices in. The toaster clicked. The smell of bread warming filled the small space, and for a second it almost felt normal , like Mom was still in her room, humming off-key while she folded laundry, and Daniel was going to walk through the door any minute with takeout and that quiet smile he saved just for us.But Mom was gone.Daniel was… somewhere. Distant. The board meeting had come and gone, Victor’s contract had been terminated, but the distance
Edwin's POV The sterile fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, unflattering pallor over the plain, gray walls. I sat stiffly in the metal chair, feeling the cold bite of the unyielding surface through my clothes. Every breath I took was measured, deliberate, trying to mask the tremor in my hands, trying to seem calm, in control. But inside, my mind was racing.Two security officers entered silently, their movements precise and practiced. They wore plain black suits, faces unreadable, like masks carved from stone. I recognized the woman first, her sharp features, cold eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me. She carried a folder, thick and well-worn, as if it contained all the secrets they’d ever need. The other, a man whose gaze was just as calculating, hovered slightly behind her.She slid the folder across the cold table with deliberate care. My eyes flicked to the photograph on the top page, grainy, but unmistakably me, caught in a candid moment in the copy ro
Edwin’s POVThe jet’s engines hummed steadily beneath us as we began our descent into London. The private bedroom at the back of the cabin still carried the faint scent of sweat, lube, and the unmistakable musk of sex. The sheets were rumpled, the pillows askew, and my body still ached in the best
Edwin’s POVThe private jet was quieter than I expected.Not silent , the engines hummed steadily beneath us , but the cabin felt sealed off from the world, a bubble of leather seats, dark wood paneling, and soft lighting that made everything feel intimate and removed. We were somewhere over the At
Daniel's POVI stood alone in the dim glow of the city lights, the skyline stretching out before me like a jagged scar across the darkness. The room was silent save for the distant hum of traffic below, but inside, my mind was roaring with turmoil. I had everything I thought I wanted, power, contro
Edwin’s POVThe office was quiet, the hum of the fluorescent lights a dull background to the storm raging inside me. I sat at my desk, staring at the document in front of me, a simple printout from the company archive. It was a file I’d stumbled upon purely by accident, or so I’d told myself. Now,







