MasukELENA'S POV, “So you think someone let him in. Deliberately.” He stated, and it somehow made me feel extremely happy to see that he didn't present it like a question. “The guards let in a stranger to your quarters without informing Joyce or me about it. That's not a good sign. I specifically asked
ELENA'S POV, After my sudden meeting with the handsome stranger that night, morning came too quickly. I didn't sleep much, and whatever little rest I was able to get in between, it felt shallow, constantly interrupted by the same image replaying in my mind. Every time the stranger was standing un
ELENA'S POV, The pack house had gone quiet hours ago, but sleep refused to come. I sat by the window in the room Joyce had given me, watching the last traces of rain cling to the glass before sliding down in uneven lines. The storm had passed, but it had left something behind. Not in the sky, but
ELENA'S POV, “It wasn’t just a claim,” Andrew cut in, his voice firm enough to stop the speculation before it could spiral. He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the table as his gaze swept across the room again, anchoring their attention back to him. “I had my spies look into it after E
ELENA'S POV, Joyce's pack house was warmer than I expected, but it didn't ease the weight sitting on my chest. The storm had followed us for a long part of the way, rattling against the windows before fading into a steady drizzle. It was as if the sky itself had grown tired of helping me for this
ELENA'S POV, The rain didn't let up—it hammered harder, soaking my coat to the skin. The wind was blowing just as harshly, plastering my hair to my face as cold rivulets snaked down my neck. No one budged, not even an inch despite the heavy rain. They stayed frozen on their knees as little puddl
RYAN'S POV,“Do you? Do you believe she's lying? Do you believe she's the one who did it?”The question hit me harder than I wanted to admit. I looked away immediately and focused on the empty spot on my desk where the file had been previously. The thought of Elena’s hands looking for the specific f
“Which file?” I questioned, acting like I didn't know what was going on at all. “Do you have any idea? I might be able to help if I know what exactly he's looking for.”“I am sorry, the President has yet to mention which file is missing,” he whispered, fixing his eyes on Ryan's movements. “He is kee
CASEY'S POV,I didn’t have to wait for long because Ryan returned within an hour.I was in the kitchen, sipping on my cold coffee, when I heard him screaming upstairs, and for a second, I froze in my place. I feared it was something I did and was ready to run upstairs, but then I remembered the plan
CASEY'S POV,The Presidential Palace hummed with whispers just a few hours after my conversation with the housekeeper. And it didn't die out even when a whole week had passed. It wasn't a secret that the servants had long memories and even sharper tongues. Though most of them knew better than to spe







