LOGINMalum’s POVI had waited for this day.The day I would finally stand on the same level as the Harrisons—not beneath them, not circling the edges of their world, but right there, face-to-face, undeniable. I woke up with excitement thrumming through my veins, the kind that didn’t let sleep linger for long. Today held possibilities. Today could seal everything I had worked for.A contract with the Harrisons.As I got out of bed, that thought alone was enough to sharpen my focus. Every move I made felt deliberate, calculated. I was already dressed in success before I even stepped into the shower.That was when I noticed Freya.She moved slowly around the room, distracted, sluggish in a way that didn’t match the importance of the day. No excitement. No nervous anticipation. Nothing. She didn’t look like someone who had any interest in attending…anything at all.It irritated me more than it should have.I watched her for a moment, trying to read what she wasn’t saying, then finally asked h
Freya’s POV Since I got home after the shopping trip with Mrs. Harrison, the house felt too quiet—like it was waiting for me to think. And think I did. Remi’s words followed me from room to room, clinging to me no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. Your name is causing fights. It would be better if you kept your distance. The more I replayed her voice in my head, the more it sank in, heavy and uncomfortable, like a truth I didn’t want but couldn’t deny. I didn’t tell Scarlett. I knew if I did, she wouldn’t take it lightly. Scarlett would fight for me—loudly, recklessly. She would confront Clio, argue with Remi, and if it went far enough, she might even drag Mrs. Harrison into it. That was exactly what I didn’t want. Letting Mrs. Harrison know would mean I was enjoying the chaos her affection for me had caused. It would mean I liked being the reason her children were divided, the reason tension followed them around. And that wasn’t true. That had never been true. All I h
Sage’s POV Remi was already dressed when she asked me. “When are you coming for Mother’s birthday?” I didn’t even turn my head. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, my jaw tight, my patience thinner than it had any right to be. “Go without me,” I said flatly. She paused, like she expected more—an explanation, maybe an apology. When none came, she simply nodded. Remi was smart like that. She knew I was still angry, and she knew exactly who I was angry at. Clio. She didn’t try to persuade me. She didn’t remind me how important tonight was or how much Mother would want me there. She just picked up her bag and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her. The silence that followed was heavy. I lay back on the bed, one arm thrown over my eyes, letting the anger roll through me in waves. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to talk. I especially didn’t want to pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t. My phone buzzed. Rowan. I ignored it. It buzzed again. I turned the pho
Rowan’s POV I hadn’t been able to reach Sage since the argument with Clio. I tried calling him more times than I was willing to admit, and every unanswered call felt heavier than the last. Once—just once—he picked up. His voice had been clipped, distant, like he was already halfway out of the conversation. “The only way I’ll even think about letting this go,” Sage had said, “is if Clio apologizes to Mother. And she keeps her attitude in check.” That was it. No yelling. No long speech. Just a condition laid out like a final verdict. I never told Clio. Not because I didn’t think Sage was right—he was—but because I knew her. Telling her that Sage demanded an apology would only inflame her pride. She’d hear it as an attack, as proof that everyone was ganging up on her. I wasn’t brave enough to open that door, not when I wasn’t sure I could close it again. Kai barely knew what was happening. His life revolved around shows, rehearsals, and flights—noise, lights, and applause
Malum’s POV I called Cassandra into my office and asked her to prepare every document related to the Harrison contract—the proposals, the projections, the amended clauses, everything. This deal had lingered too long, and I was tired of moving in circles. I needed precision now, not excuses. I noticed her hesitation immediately. Cassandra was never subtle when something bothered her. She held the folder tighter than necessary, her jaw clenched, her eyes calculating. I asked her what was wrong. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she placed the folder on my desk with more force than necessary and folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t feel good about this,” Cassandra finally said. “About you trusting Freya.” I leaned back in my chair, studying her. “Go on.” She exhaled sharply. “You’re putting too much faith in someone who doesn’t even understand the game she’s being used to play. We have a safer option—the second plan. The fake Harrison's missing daughter. It’s cleaner, f
Freya’s POV My mind hadn’t rested since the day I met the woman who claimed to be my mother. Even when my body slept, my thoughts didn’t. They circled endlessly—her face, the photographs, the way nothing about her felt right, and yet everything suddenly felt too real. The worst part was that I couldn’t tell anyone. Not Scarlett. Not Mrs. Harrison. And definitely not Malum. So I carried it quietly, folding the weight of it into myself and pretending nothing was wrong. That morning, while Malum adjusted his cufflinks and prepared to leave for work, he asked the question I had been dreading. “What’s the update?” he said casually. “About the meeting with the Harrisons.” My heart skipped. Fear tightened my chest—not just fear of his reaction, but fear of disappointing him. Fear of watching that brief warmth he’d shown me disappear. “I… I spoke to the Harrison brothers already,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Their mother’s birthday is coming up, so they said we could




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