LOGINGraham's Point Of View "I've had enough of this nonsense." The words emerged quietly, almost conversational in their delivery. They didn't need volume to carry weight. Everything about the way he stood… spine straight, shoulders relaxed, the way the gun rested in his hand like a natural extension of his arm, the way his eyes swept across the room without urgency, without panic, without the slightest flicker of doubt. That was enough. I froze for half a second, my muscles locking involuntarily. Not out of fear, though my heart hammered against my ribs. Out of disbelief. This situation had spiraled further than I'd anticipated, further than any of us could have imagined. Way further. And the worst part, the detail that made my stomach turn? We had walked straight into it, blind and arrogant. "Graham—" My mother's voice trembled, a hairline fracture running through her usually steady tone. That alone was enough to snap me back to the present moment. I moved, ad
Graham's Point Of View"He says he's here for the files." The words settled into the room like oil dropped into water… thick, heavy, spreading slowly, impossible to ignore. They hung in the air between us, carrying a weight that made my chest tighten. I frowned immediately, turning fully toward the man at the door. My pulse quickened despite my attempt to remain composed. "He's outside right now?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, edged with something between disbelief and anger. The staff member nodded, his discomfort evident in the way he shifted his weight. "Yes, sir. He refused to leave. I told him to come back tomorrow, but he insisted on waiting." I glanced at my father, half-expecting him to dismiss the intrusion entirely. He didn't hesitate. "Let's go." Of course. No questions. No second thoughts. No pause to consider what this might mean or who might have sent this stranger to our door. Just straight into confrontation, as if the night hadn't already unravel
Graham's Point Of View "Do you think Elena is behind it?" The question didn't hit me the way it should have. It didn't shock me. Didn't anger me. It just… settled. Heavy. Expected. Like a stone dropping into still water, sending ripples I'd already anticipated. I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I studied him, really looked at him. At the way his eyes had narrowed again, sharp and calculating, like everything had already shifted from anger to strategy. To suspicion. To blame. It was a familiar transformation, one I'd witnessed countless times throughout my life. My father never stayed vulnerable for long. I exhaled slowly, my gaze dropping briefly to the signed documents on the table before lifting back to him. The papers seemed to mock us both, sitting there so innocuously despite the chaos they represented. I paused. Because the answer wasn't simple, and he wouldn't accept anything complicated. Not right now. Not when everything was burning around us and he needed
Graham's Point Of View"I'll sign it."The moment the words left my mouth, something in the room shifted. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just enough.My father's shoulders eased slightly, like a tension he'd been holding finally found a place to settle. The lines around his mouth softened, though his expression remained carefully controlled."Now you're talking sense," he said.His tone carried approval, but it wasn't warm. It was the kind of approval you gave a business decision, not a person. The kind that made you feel like a chess piece moved correctly across the board.My mother didn't waste time. She pushed the papers closer to me across the desk, the sound of them sliding against the polished wood loud in the silence. Her movements were precise, practiced, she'd orchestrated far more significant transactions than this."Good," she said softly, though her voice held an edge of finality. "Let's not drag this any further."I stared at the documents. My name was still there, printed
Graham's Point Of View"These are divorce papers." The words didn't register immediately. They hung in the air, suspended, as though my mind needed a few extra seconds to catch up with what my ears had just heard. It felt like being underwater… everything muffled, distorted, moving too slowly. My gaze dropped to the documents in my mother's hand. Then back to her face. Then back to the papers again. "No." The word came out under my breath. Barely audible. "That's not…" I took a step forward, reaching for them, but my hand stopped midway. My fingers trembled slightly, hovering in the space between us. Because I already knew. Before even reading a single line, something in my chest had already accepted it. That hollow, sinking feeling, the one you get when your body understands what your mind refuses to acknowledge. My mother watched me carefully, her expression a mixture of concern and something else I couldn't quite name. Pity, perhaps. "Graham?" I didn't answer. I
Graham's Point Of View"He isn't my only son." The words didn't just land… they echoed, reverberating through the space between us like a stone dropped into still water. For a second, I thought the room had tilted. The ground beneath me seemed to shift just enough to throw everything off balance, making me question whether I was still standing upright. My eyes widened before I could stop them, betraying the shock I desperately wanted to conceal. "What?" The word came out barely above a breath, low and disbelieving. I stared at him, searching his face for anything that resembled hesitation, some flicker of uncertainty that would tell me he hadn't meant it. There was none. His expression remained carved from stone. Beside me, my mother gasped. "Sebastian!" Her voice carried shock... real shock, the kind she didn't bother hiding. The composure she usually wore like armor had cracked. "How can you say that?" He didn't even look at her immediately, letting the silence stretch
Graham's Point Of View“Hey, big brother.”I froze.Everything around me faded… Lillian’s humming from the changing room, the boutique clerk’s fake laughter, even the obnoxious background music playing through hidden speakers. All I could hear was that voice. Deep, smooth, laced with mockery and ve
Elena's Point Of ViewLexy held my hand tightly as we stepped out of the café. “You sure you’ll be okay?” she asked, concern still lingering in her eyes.I gave a small laugh, trying to mask the emotional storm boiling inside me. “I’ll survive. I always do.”She narrowed her eyes at me. “Listen, an
Elena's Point Of ViewThe morning sun stabbed through the thin curtains, piercing my eyelids like daggers. My head throbbed in a relentless rhythm, pounding against my skull as if a war drum had taken residence inside me. I groaned, shifting beneath the tangled sheets, my hair a wild mess sticking
Elena's Point Of View“You evil child!”I winced, holding the phone away for a beat before bringing it back.“Mama…” I muttered.“Don’t mama me! What is all this nonsense I’m hearing about you and that man? You’ve finally lost your mind, haven’t you? Is this how we raised you? To throw your marriag







