LOGINJaxx's Point Of View"The offshore accounts in the Cayman structure," I muttered into the phone, my thumb tracing the beveled edge of the mahogany desk while my gaze remained fixed on the darkened window of my study. The city lights below glittered like scattered diamonds, cold and distant. "Did you freeze the secondary routing numbers like I instructed, Roman?" Heavy typing filled the speaker, followed by a low, dry chuckle that carried years of familiarity between us. "Every single one of them, boss. The Sinclair financials are completely gridlocked now. You're suffocating their entire supply line." Roman paused, the typing ceasing as he let out a long, low whistle. "You're brutal, Jaxx. Have you forgotten you carry Sebastian's blood as well? And here you are acting just like your grandfather, that old man used to do the exact same thing to his rivals before he destroyed them." My jaw clenched instantly, a hard, cold knot forming at the base of my throat. The mere mention of that
Graham's Point Of ViewA sharp, tearing pain in my ribs blurred my vision. I perched on the edge of my oversized velvet bed, a glass of scotch resting on the nightstand beside a pile of bloody gauze. The amber liquid caught the dim light, mocking me with its false promise of relief.Carefully, I tended the deep, brutal wounds on my torso, dabbing antiseptic around the jagged edges where that bastard Jaxx had plunged his knife. The chemical sting was nothing compared to the humiliation of that night. Every breath sent fire licking up my sides, a constant reminder of how thoroughly I'd underestimated him. I had just managed to tape a fresh bandage over the worst gash when the heavy mahogany doors to my master suite flew violently open. Wood struck wall with a deafening bang that made me jump, sending fresh agony ripping through my ribs. The sudden movement tore at the barely-closed wounds, and I tasted copper on my tongue as I bit down hard to keep from crying out. Irritation flooded
Jaxx's Point Of ViewMatilda stumbled backward another two steps, her designer leather bag slipping from her grip as she shook her head violently. The white diamond rings adorning her fingers caught the harsh supermarket light, glittering as her hands began to tremble. I could see the disbelief warring with denial across her carefully maintained features. "No..." she stammered, her voice cracking and losing that high-and-mighty society edge entirely. The veneer of superiority was crumbling before my eyes. "That's... that's a lie. Graham would never do that. No matter how stubborn he is, no matter how angry he gets about this ridiculous divorce, he would never raise his hands against a woman. He was raised better than that! You're just inventing stories to justify running away with a thief!" Listening to her screech, my mind instantly flashed back to the actual security footage from the apartment lobby. The images had been burned into my brain since the moment I first watched them, f
Jaxx's Point Of ViewMatilda gasped so hard I thought her expensive pearls might snap off her neck. Her chest heaved beneath that cream trench coat, her face transforming from an ugly blotchy red to a dark, angry purple that spread down to her collarbones like spilled wine. "You dare insult me for him?" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she pointed a manicured finger directly at my chest. The diamond on her ring finger caught the fluorescent light, throwing tiny rainbows across the linoleum floor… a beautiful stone on such an ugly gesture. "For that... that bastard?!" The word hung in the air like poison, contaminating everything it touched. I felt my jaw tighten, my teeth grinding together hard enough to ache, but before I could respond, Elena moved. She didn't pause to take a full breath before she stepped into Matilda's space, her small frame rigid, her eyes burning with a wild, dangerous fire I'd never witnessed in her before. This wasn't the soft girl who laughed at my terri
Elena's Point Of ViewThe words hit the air like a splash of dirty water.I froze instantly, my hand pausing mid-air over the handle of the shopping cart. The voice was sharp, grating, and dripping with an ancient, high-society venom that I would recognize anywhere, even if I were a hundred miles away. My stomach dropped, that brief moment of happiness evaporating like morning dew under a scorching sun.The warmth that had been spreading through my chest turned to ice in an instant. Of course. Of course we couldn't have just one normal morning. Of course the universe couldn't let me have this one small thing.I turned my head slowly toward the end of the aisle, my eyes narrowing into slits, and I couldn't stop the massive, exhausted roll of my eyes when I saw exactly who stood there. Of course. Of course it had to be her.Matilda Sinclair. Graham's mother.She stood dressed in a pristine, tailored cream trench coat, an expensive designer leather bag tucked securely under her arm, and
Elena's Point Of ViewThe cool, artificial hum of the supermarket's air conditioning did nothing to soothe the persistent knot of tension lodged behind my ribs for the past three weeks. Ever since Heather and Dave had dropped that bomb about my mother and Graham joining forces, I'd been hyper-vigilant, my nerves stretched taut as wire.Every shadow resembled a trap, every lingering glance from a stranger made my shoulders tighten with anticipation. Sleep had become elusive, fractured by half-formed nightmares and the constant awareness that danger lurked just beyond my peripheral vision.I'd wake at three in the morning, heart pounding, reaching for the knife I now kept in my nightstand drawer… a precaution that would have seemed absurd to the woman I'd been six months ago. But today, I had insisted on normalcy. We needed groceries. Actual, normal-person groceries, not the bulk high-end catering supplies Jaxx's men usually ordered for the estate fortress up in the hills. I wanted to
Graham’s Point Of ViewThe air in my home office was thick, suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me. I’d been locked in here for days, the blinds drawn, the lights dimmed, the only sound the hum of my computer and the relentless tick, tick, tick of the clock on the wall. It felt like time
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe moment I stepped through the doors of my company, a wave of familiarity washed over me. The sleek, modern lobby, the polished wood and leather, the quiet hum of activity, it was exactly as I’d left it, yet somehow, it felt different. I felt different.Every employee I pass
Elena’s Point Of ViewLexy leaned back in her chair, her dark eyes studying me with that mix of concern and mischief that only she could pull off. The office was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, the city outside buzzing with life, but in here, it was just us… two friends, a lifeti
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe morning sun spilled through the windows, golden and warm, painting the apartment in hues of amber and rose. I stretched, my body aching from the emotional storm of the night before, but my heart felt lighter than it had in years. The couch cushions were still rumpled from







