Vanessa POVJuly 27th, 3pm•Wedding Day•The mirror before me reflected a woman I barely recognized. Soft, radiant, whole. For so long, I had carried shadows under my eyes and fear in my chest. But today… today, those shadows were replaced by light.The glam team fluttered around me, their brushes, combs, and sprays creating a quiet symphony of last-minute touch-ups. My hair, my fiery crown, had been coaxed into waves that cascaded down my back. A crystal comb anchored the sheer veil, long as a river, its edges embroidered in delicate lace. Across its hemline, stitched in fine thread, shimmered the words: Forever Yours.I couldn’t stop staring at those words. They weren’t just decoration. They were a vow, a truth, the story of how Edward and I had clawed our way back to each other through heartbreak, betrayal, and fire.“Vanessa, you’re glowing,” Mandi said, misty-eyed as she smoothed the veil across my shoulders.“Glowing?” Bella teased from her corner, adjusting her earrings. “She’
Daniel POV I had never been to a police station as an offender before. The walls were white and plain, humming under the faint buzz of questions and mold screams. I’d been in countless boardrooms, luxury penthouses, and private jets, but never here.Never on this side of power. The interrogation room was still dressed in money, of course. I had my lawyers flanking me, polished and grim, their watches worth six figures, their ties impeccable. But the air wasn’t money. It was shame. I watched from across in disgust as Susan screamed at the police. She was handcuffed, getting dragged to a cell because she refused to do so willingly. I shouldn’t have partnered with her. Shouldn’t have reacted to those damn texts she’d sent. The shame clung to me like a stench I couldn’t wash off. My right arm was wrapped in a stiff bandage, the bullet Edward had fired burning through flesh and pride. I flexed my fingers slowly under the table. The movement sent another shot of pain racing up to my
Two days before the wedding.2 hours post the kidnap.Vanessa POVI never thought so much chaos would happen today. Especially not with Daniel and Susan. She was the poison I never saw coming.And Daniel? He was the enemy within.The private hospital was far too calm for the storm that still raged in my chest. My dress from earlier was torn at the hem, blood smeared across my sleeve—a reminder of how close I came to losing everything.A nurse passed by with a clipboard, her soft shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor. I barely heard her voice; my ears still rang with echoes of the warehouse, Susan’s gun, Daniel’s rage, Edward’s groan when the knife sank into him.My body should have been resting, but I couldn’t sit still. Liam clung to my side, his tiny fingers fisted in the fabric of my shirt, refusing to let go. He hadn’t stopped trembling since the officers untied him. Every time I shifted, he whimpered like he was afraid I’d disappear.“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered, pressing a kis
Vanessa POV The gunshot cracked through the warehouse like thunder, the echo bouncing off the concrete walls. I flinched, my scream strangled in my throat as chaos exploded around me. Edward lunged, his body a blur of raw force, colliding with Susan as they fell to the floor. Daniel jumped on his back, fists flying, the sound of bone against bone making my stomach twist. I didn’t have time to process. Because Susan—God, Susan and jumped out of the mix, snapped her arm back up, the pistol still smoking, her eyes wild with rage. “Come here, bitch!” she snarled, shoving me forward with a vicious grip on my arm. “No—Edward!” My voice cracked, torn between the man I loved fighting for his life and the woman dragging me out into the cold evening air. The warehouse door banged behind us. I stumbled, my shoes scraping over gravel, my chest heaving as Susan forced me toward a white trailer hidden behind bushes, parked near the far end of the lot. My legs shook with each step, but my min
Edward POV The black SUV took up the miles as we sped out of Manhattan, the sky had turned into a golden color, reflecting through the rear view mirror. My private investigator and his team were trailing right behind us. He would alert the police when we get there. I had so many questions. How did they take him? Where was his body guard? My pulse thudded louder than the engine, my hand still throbbing where the glass had cut it earlier. I barely felt the sting. The only thing that mattered was the image burned into my brain. Liam, my son, bound and blindfolded. Every time I blinked, I saw it. Every time I drew breath, I imagined him calling out for me, for Vanessa, terrified and alone. “Slow the fuck down before you wrap us around a pole,” Tobias muttered from the passenger seat, his voice flat but his eyes sharp. “I’m not slowing down,” I ground out, fingers clenching tighter on the wheel. My throat was dry, my chest tight as if the air itself fought against me. “He’s ou
Edward POV Last night had been perfect. I’m sure Vanessa would say the same. our laughter, our closeness, the kind of memory that carried me into the morning certain that nothing could stop us. I thought of calling her then she called me. “Edward—” Her voice shattered through the line, broken, trembling. Vanessa. Instantly I knew something was wrong. Not wrong in the casual sense, but wrong in the kind of way that cracks bone and steals air before you even know why. “Vanessa? What happened? Where are you?” My grip tightened around the phone, every nerve sparking. She was crying, but trying to hold it together. “It’s Liam. He’s gone.” The room around me seemed to still. Tobias had been laughing a second ago with Samuel and Larry, the afterglow of last night’s bachelor antics still hanging in the air. But the second he saw my face drain of color, his expression hardened. “Tell me what happened,” I demanded, standing already, pacing toward the window like movement could ease