Se connecterCaspian’s POV
The back exit of the café led straight into a secluded, concrete alleyway, the exact spot where Vance had parked one of our tinted company SUVs. The flashing blue and red lights of the unmarked police cruisers cast jagged, rhythmic shadows against the brick walls, illuminating the pathetic spectacle of Deborah being marched out in handcuffs.Her heels clicked erratically on the damp asphalt, a sharp, frantic contrast to the confident stride she’d used to terrorAvery’s POV The congratulatory handshakes from the board members felt distant, like white noise buzzing in the background of a dream. I smiled, I nodded, and I spoke the necessary corporate platitudes. But my spirit was already drifting back to the dark wood desk in Caspian’s penthouse. Within an hour, the boardroom cleared out, leaving only the pristine mahogany table, the lingering scent of espresso, and the two of us. Caspian remained standing by the glass window, looking out over the sprawling landscape of the city he practically commanded. He had unbuttoned his suit jacket, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the room. He looked victorious, a king who had just successfully executed a hostile takeover, but there was an unnatural rigidity to his posture that hadn't been there during our victory at the gala. "You did brilliantly today, Avery," he murmured, not turning around just yet. His deep
Avery’s POV The silence that followed the secretary's announcement was absolute. It was the kind of silence that exists immediately after an explosion—deafening, heavy, and thick with the dust of a fallen empire. I looked down at the mahogany table, my fingers pressing into the polished wood until my knuckles turned white. For five years, this room had been a temple of my misery. I had sat in the waiting area outside these doors more times than I could count, a dutiful, invisible wife holding a designer handbag, waiting for Hector to finish playing king so he could come out and remind me how insignificant I was. But today, I wasn’t waiting outside. "This is a theft!" Hector’s voice broke the silence, rising into a shrill, unhinged screech that echoed off the glass walls. He stood up, his chair flying backward and crashing against the floorboards. "You can't do this to me! I buil
Caspian’s POV The glass-walled boardroom on the top floor of the Woods-Global tower felt like a hyperbaric chamber. The air was pressurized, thin, and thick with the scent of expensive cologne, old paper, and stale coffee. Outside, the early morning sun bounced off the surrounding skyscrapers, but inside, the atmosphere was entirely overcast. The twenty-four seats around the grand, oval mahogany table were completely filled. These were the titans of the industry—men and women who had spent decades protecting their wealth, voting with the cold predictability of a spreadsheet. For the past five years, Hector and Juliet had kept them pacified with steady, manufactured dividends and a carefully curated illusion of stability. But last night’s spectacular public execution at the gala had changed everything. Shareholders don’t care about in
Avery’s POV The name Sophia seemed to burn itself into the back of my eyelids. I barely slept for the remainder of the night, slipping back into Caspian's bed and lying perfectly still beside him, my mind spinning a thousands chaotic webs. By morning, the cold dread had settled into a quiet, protective armor. I couldn’t confront him yet; not without knowing the full truth, and certainly not on the day he was launching his legal offensive against Hector. I had to focus. First, I would dismantle the man who tried to ruin my father's legacy. Then, I would figure out exactly what game Caspian was playing. The perfect opportunity arrived sooner than expected. Hector, in his desperate attempt to regain control of the public narrative after his messy boardroom failures, had pushed forward with hosting the annual Woods-Global Charity Gala. It was supposed to be his grand PR stunt, a high society event meant to proj
Avery’s POV The heavy iron gates of the Woods estate had never looked so bleak. Sitting in the passenger seat of Caspian’s sleek, black sedan, I stared through the tinted glass at the grand architecture that had once represented my marriage. Now, it just looked like a monument to a lie. "You don't have to go in there alone," Caspian said, his hands gripping the steering wheel. His profile was sharp, illuminated by the dashboard lights. We had waited until late evening, ensuring Hector and Juliet would be away at one of their usual high-society dinners before making the trip. "I need to do this, Caspian," I said softly, turning to look at him. "If I let Vance or your security team pack my life into boxes, it feels like I'm running away. I want to walk in there, take what is mine, and leave on my own terms." Caspian studied my face for a long moment, his gray eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. When he saw on
Caspian’s POVThe back exit of the café led straight into a secluded, concrete alleyway, the exact spot where Vance had parked one of our tinted company SUVs. The flashing blue and red lights of the unmarked police cruisers cast jagged, rhythmic shadows against the brick walls, illuminating the pathetic spectacle of Deborah being marched out in handcuffs.Her heels clicked erratically on the damp asphalt, a sharp, frantic contrast to the confident stride she’d used to terrorize Avery just twenty-four hours ago. She was hyperventilating, her loud red lipstick smudged against her chin, weeping as the lead detective held her down to slide her into the backseat of the cruiser.I stood at the threshold of the exit, my hands casually tucked into my trousers. I felt nothing but a cold, clinical satisfaction.Avery stepped up beside me. The emerald of her blouse caught the harsh stroke of the police lights. She was quiet, her arms wrapped around her middl
Avery's POVThe diamond on Jasmine's hand glared up at me from the phone screen, a cruel, sparkling taunt. It was my engagement ring. Or, it had been. My breath hitched, a hot wave of fresh betrayal washing over me, eclipsing even the shock of Caspian's revelation about Sophia. This wasn't just a t
Avery’s POVThe silence in the hotel lobby, after Caspian announced the "logistical issue," was thick enough to cut with a knife. My cheeks were still hot, and I could feel the eyes of the other team members on me, though they quickly pretended to be interested in the ceiling. One suite. The words
Caspian’s POVThe cold spray of the shower felt good against my skin, but it did little to wash away the turbulent thoughts in my head. Switzerland. Two days. With Avery.I reached for the expensive soap, the familiar scent of cedar and bergamot filling the steam. My mind, however, was replaying t
Avery’s POVThe morning after the fight with Juliet and that intoxicating kiss with Caspian, I woke up feeling… disoriented. One minute I was furious about the shares, the next I was giggling like a schoolgirl remembering his lips. It was a messed-up emotional rollercoaster, and I desperately neede







