LOGINLexy's Point Of ViewThe smell of fresh premium cotton, dye, and supple leather usually brought me a sense of peace, but tonight it only made my head throb. I leaned over the dark mahogany desk in my office, blinking through the heavy fatigue clouding my vision as I checked off the final batch of materials on the inventory sheet. My boutique had been packed to the gills all day… a steady stream of clients demanding attention, alterations, consultations, and now I was finally restocking the floor with our exclusive designs for the upcoming collection. I dropped the designer charcoal pencil onto the paperwork, threw my head back, and stretched my arms high above my head until my spine released a series of satisfying pops. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly, though exhaustion still weighed on me like a heavy blanket. "I am so tired," I groaned to the empty, softly lit room, my voice bouncing off the high-end wallpaper. The words hung in the air, unanswered. "I literally just w
A/N: I am so sorry for not posting for some days, guys! I’ve been dealing with some heavy writer's block, but I'm back now. Thank you for your endless patience!Heather's Point Of View"What?!" I gasped, my voice cracking violently in the silent, vaulted hallway. "What do you mean she's not back yet?!"Maria’s head dropped even lower, her gaze gluing itself to the tips of her clean black shoes. She took a step back, her fingers twisting and pulling at the fabric of her white apron as if she were trying to shred it. I could hear the rapid, shallow sound of her breathing."Maria, talk to me," I pleaded, my voice losing its sharp edge and cracking open with a sudden, spiking dread. I walked over to her quickly, my heels clicking loudly against the cold marble, and reached out to hold her shoulders gently. The poor woman was literally trembling under my touch. "Hey, it's okay. Just tell me what you know. Please. Did she call? Did anyone call?""Miss Heather..." Maria whispered, her voice
Heather's Point Of View"But It's okay," I said, breaking the heavy tension with a bright, intentional smile as I patted his shoulder. The mood in the room desperately needed lifting before we both drowned in our shared history, pulled under by memories neither of us wanted to revisit. "Now, enough of the depressing talk about that woman. Go get changed and freshen up. I'm taking you out to eat first before we head over to the house, because I am absolutely starving. I didn't get a chance to eat a single thing at work today because my manager was on a total warpath about the quarterly reports." "Alright, alright, give me five minutes," Dave muttered, a small, reluctant grin finally breaking through his brooding mood as he headed toward his bedroom. I watched him disappear down the hallway, grateful that he was still young enough to bounce back from these emotional conversations, resilient in a way that sometimes surprised me. True to his word, we were out the door ten minutes later.
Heather's Point Of ViewThe steering wheel felt cool beneath my palms as I navigated the evening traffic, neon dashboard lights casting a soft glow against the windshield. I had just pulled up outside Dave's off-campus apartment building after his final economics lecture wrapped up. Being the middle sibling meant serving as the designated glue of this family, always floating between Elena's heavy world and Dave's university bubble… a role I'd never asked for but had grown to accept. Sometimes I wondered if they even realized how much energy it took, constantly translating between their two very different realities. I jangled the spare keys he'd given me, unlocked his apartment door, and walked right in. The place smelled exactly like a typical nineteen-year-old guy's room… laundry, body spray, and instant ramen. The familiar scent actually brought a small smile to my face; at least some things in our chaotic lives remained predictable. I tossed my purse onto the counter and dropped
Elena's Point Of View The continuous, low-frequency hum of the private jet's engines had vibrated through the soles of my shoes for what felt like an eternity. Seven hours. According to the rough calculations I'd been keeping by tracking the shift of cabin lights and the stiff ache settling deep into my joints, we had been airborne for at least seven hours. Where the fuck was he taking me? Panic was a cold, sharp blade twisting in my stomach, but I refused to let it show on my face. Outwardly, I maintained a mask of absolute, frozen indifference. My expression remained neutral, my eyes fixed firmly on the tiny oval window to my right, staring out into the vast, empty expanse of dark sky. Inside, my mind was a chaotic storm of fear and worry, but every single frantic thought kept anchoring back to one person. Jaxx. Had he discovered I was gone yet? I knew the men he'd assigned to protect me were competent, but the gas had caught them off guard. How worried was he right now
Jaxx's Point Of View"What the fuck is going on?" I roared into the empty room, my chair slamming back against the glass window as I surged to my feet. The absolute fury coursing through my blood turned the world entirely red, my vision narrowing to a single, terrible point of focus. The tracking chip I had secretly embedded into Elena's hair was screaming at me from thirty thousand feet in the air. Thirty thousand feet. She was on a plane… a plane I hadn't authorized, hadn't arranged, hadn't even known about. My mind flashed violently back to just last night, when she'd told me she was going to see her mother at that rundown hospital. She had looked at me with those wide, haunted eyes, trying to defend the indefensible, wanting so desperately to give that wicked woman the benefit of the doubt. I had seen the fragile hope fracturing her usual stubbornness, watched her armor crack just enough to let that poisonous vulnerability seep through, and it had made my chest ache with a prot
Elena’s Point Of ViewFor a second, he didn’t move. He just stared at me, his gaze roaming over my face, my body, like he was memorizing every inch of me.Then… “Are you sure that’s what you want?”His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, like he was holding back something feral. I nodded, my thro
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe weight of Roman’s words sat between us like a loaded gun.“It’s about your grandfather,” he’d said, and even now, the echo of it rippled through my skull.I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to roll my eyes so hard they might stick. The old man, always the old man. He neve
Elena’s Point Of ViewFor a split second, the words didn’t feel real. My brain scrambled, tripping over itself, as if reality had bent into some impossible dream. My chest rose and fell, breath trapped halfway between panic and disbelief.This had to be a dream. It had to. My mind grasped for logic
Elena’s Point Of ViewI sat cross-legged on the bed, the duvet a mess beneath me, papers scattered across the sheets like a storm I hadn’t yet cleaned up. Folders stacked half-open, receipts folded into worn envelopes, property documents with my name scrawled on the edges, everything I’d quietly co







