LOGINEthan circled behind her, speaking low and controlled. “You’re smart, Sienna. Smarter than most I’ve worked with. But intelligence without loyalty… that’s dangerous.”
He leaned in closer, voice barely a whisper. “And I make it my business to know when someone’s hiding something.”
For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Then he smiled — a cold, deliberate smile — and walked toward the door.
“Oh, and Sienna?” he added casually. “Don’t stay too late. I’d hate for you to find yourself… under investigation.”
The door closed softly behind him.
Sienna exhaled shakily, her fingers trembling. She turned to her computer — and froze.
Her screen was black. Every file she had collected… deleted.A message blinked across the empty folder:
“You’re not the only one watching.”
Her blood ran cold. Ethan had been inside her system all along.
In that moment, Sienna realized the truth — she hadn’t been outsmarting Ethan.
He had been testing her. Watching how far she’d go.She sank into her chair, the weight of fear pressing down on her chest.
If she wanted to survive this, she would have to play even deeper into the game — closer to him than ever.Because now she knew one thing for certain:
Ethan Cole didn’t just suspect betrayal — he enjoyed it.For weeks, she’d stayed hidden — working quietly at Harborline Imports, piecing together clues about Ethan’s financial manipulations. But the deeper she dug, the more the past haunted her.
There was one name she couldn’t shake — Sienna Gray.
Her once-loyal assistant.Aria hesitated before finally pressing “call.”
The line rang twice.
Then a familiar, cautious voice answered. “…Hello?”“Sienna. It’s me.”
The silence that followed was heavy — too long, too careful.
“Aria?” Sienna whispered finally. “Where are you? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to call me?”
Aria leaned back in her chair, forcing her voice steady. “I could ask you the same thing. I heard you’re working with Ethan now.”
Sienna’s heart pounded. She glanced at her office door — closed, but never safe. “It’s not what you think. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Yeah .. I get it” Aria said back.
Sienna’s eyes burned with unshed tears. “ He watches everything. I can’t move without him knowing. You shouldn’t have called me this hour.”
“Then tell me,” Aria said, her tone turning cold. “What’s he planning?”
Sienna hesitated — torn between loyalty, fear, and guilt. Finally, she whispered, “He knows you’re at Harborline. He’s sending people to track you. Don’t trust anyone, especially your new partner.”
Aria froze. “Daniel?”
But before Sienna could answer, the call abruptly cut off — static, then silence.
She looked down at her phone — Call terminated.
Across town, in her office, Sienna’s blood ran cold as Ethan’s reflection appeared in the glass behind her.
“Talking to old friends, Sienna?” he asked smoothly, voice soft but sharp enough to slice through bone.
Sienna swallowed hard, forcing a smile she didn’t feel. “Just business, Ethan.”
He stepped closer, eyes glinting. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
As he walked away, Sienna’s phone buzzed again — a single text from an unknown number:
“He’s watching you too.”
Her fingers trembled.
Aria wasn’t the only one in danger anymore.The offer landed heavily. My pride stiffened instantly. “I appreciate your concern, truly. But I am okay.”He did not look convinced. “You are allowed to lean on someone, Amelia. Even strong people need rest.”Strong. The word stung more than comforted. If he only knew how close I was to breaking. How much anger and grief I had buried beneath obedience and silence.“I will be fine,” I repeated, softer now. “Please take me home.”Rowan nodded slowly, though worry still lingered in his eyes. He started the car, the engine humming to life.The drive began without a word.Rowan eased the car onto the road as if the night itself were fragile. The engine purred softly, controlled, expensive, nothing like the storm still moving inside my chest. I rested my hands on my lap, fingers intertwined so tightly they ached, and focused my gaze straight ahead as the city lights slipped past the window like distant stars.A song drifted in quietly. Coldplay’s Fix You. Low volume. Thoughtful. The kind
~ETHAN'S POV~I felt the applause thinning out, the kind that comes when a ceremony is almost done and people are already thinking about drinks, handshakes, exits. The lights above the hall were warmer now, less intimidating than before. Victor stood close to me, his smile still fixed, his palm resting lightly on my shoulder as if to remind everyone that this moment belonged to us.“You did well,” he murmured. “They swallowed every word.”I nodded, my lips curving into something that looked like gratitude. Inside, I was already counting what this victory cost me.My phone vibrated in my pocket.Once. Then again.I frowned slightly. No one was supposed to call me now. I slipped the phone out discreetly, angling the screen away from Victor. Unknown number.I ignored it.It rang again.Victor leaned closer. “Everything alright?”“Of course,” I said quickly. “Probably a congratulatory call.”I stepped a little aside, just enough to answer without drawing attention. The moment I pressed th
~LUCA'S POV~I signed the last form with a shaky hand and slid it back to the nurse across the counter. The numbers on the receipt barely registered in my mind. All I could see was the closed door at the end of the hallway where the girl had been taken. Anna. I had only learned her name minutes earlier, from the man sitting stiffly on a plastic chair, his hands clasped together like he was praying without words.“I am really sorry,” I said again, my voice low. “I did not see her in time.”Michael lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red, not from crying but from holding it in too long. “She was just crossing,” he said. “She jogs there every weekend.”“I know apologies do not fix anything,” I replied. “But I will take responsibility for everything. The bills. Anything she needs.”“I will check on her tomorrow,” I said. “Here is my number.”He hesitated, then took it. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice breaking despite himself.Marcus and I walked out of the hospital in silence. The n
I ended the call with Luca slowly, my fingers lingering on the screen as if it might burn.Everything went well… until they hit a teenager.That sentence echoed in my head, louder than the music in the hall, louder than the polite applause that followed another meaningless announcement. My chest tightened. I tried to breathe normally, but the air felt heavy, almost suffocating.I slipped my phone back into my clutch and that was when I noticed it.Three missed calls.Unknown number.My heart skipped. Once was coincidence. Three times was intention.I barely took two steps before my shoulder slammed into someone.A sharp gasp followed, then the unmistakable sound of liquid splashing.“Oh my God,” a woman exclaimed.I looked up just in time to see red wine spreading across a cream colored designer dress.Vanessa.She froze, staring down at herself, then slowly lifted her head. Her eyes met mine, and for a second, recognition flickered. Then anger took over.“Are you blind?” she snapped.
Nurses rushed out with a stretcher. Questions came fast.“What happened?”“She crossed the road,” Luca said. “We hit her. She was conscious for a moment.”They lifted her onto the stretcher, wheeling her inside. Luca followed until a nurse held up a hand.“You have to wait here,” she said.Luca stepped back, breathing hard. His hands were shaking now, the adrenaline wearing off.Marcus stood beside him. “She will be okay,” he said, though his voice lacked certainty.“I hope so,” Luca replied. “I truly hope so.”Minutes passed in silence.Finally, a doctor approached. “She has a concussion and possible internal bruising. She is stable for now.”Luca released a breath he did not realize he was holding. “Can we see her?”“Not yet,” the doctor replied. “She needs rest.”Marcus spoke up. “We will stay.”The doctor nodded and walked away.Luca leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. The weight of the night pressed down on him. The truth they uncovered. The danger they stirred. And now th
“Did you see that, Marcus?” Luca said, his voice tight with restrained excitement.Marcus laughed from the passenger seat, leaning back as the city lights slid across the windshield. “I saw everything. Victor’s signature alone could bury them. Ethan is finished if this comes out.”Luca kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel. “Not yet. We still need Aria to move carefully. Tonight was only the beginning.”Marcus nodded, tapping his phone. “She will not believe how clean the access was. West wing security is weaker than it looks. They rely too much on reputation.”“That is their mistake,” Luca replied. “They think power makes them invisible.”The car rolled smoothly through the quieter streets now, away from the noise of the conference. Luca exhaled slowly, the tension he had carried for hours finally easing.“We should call her,” Marcus said. “She deserves to know we succeeded.”“In a moment,” Luca answered. “Let me get us home first. I want a clear head when we talk.”Th







