Ethan's POVThe police were already there for further investigation. I’d already pulled Liam aside. “Call your investigators. The private ones. I don’t trust a single person in a uniform right now.” He’d just nodded, phone already to his ear.A flurry of movement caught my eye. My mother was running toward me, her face pale with a fear I’d put there.“Ethan! What’s going on? Are you hurt? What happened?” Her eyes darted around, searching for the one person she couldn’t find. “Where’s Ava?”“I’m fine, Mom,” I said, my voice hollow. I was anything but fine.“The chief of police called your father. He had to end the event early. What’s happening?” she asked, her eyes wide with worry.“Mom, you’ll catch a cold out here,” I muttered, shrugging off my suit jacket and draping it over her shoulders.A new, colder voice cut through the night. “What is the meaning of this nonsense?”My father stood framed in the exit. “I’m being told your… little girlfriend was kidnapped?” He said the word like
Ethan’s POVAs much as I dislike being in the same room as my father, I have to put it aside when it comes to business talk.I stood behind him on the dais, my face a carefully neutral mask as he addressed his gala guests. But my mind wasn't on his words or the crowd of investors. My eyes were constantly scanning, searching for one person in a sea of hundreds.Where is she?I saw my mom, but Ava wasn’t beside her.Then, my phone vibrated. A text from Ava.Ava: Out back in the alley. Need air. Sophie happened.I called her immediately, stepping off the stage and moving toward the nearest exit. The phone was picked up, but there was only silence. No hello, no background noise—just dead, terrifying air.“Ava? Ava, talk to me!”Nothing.I dialed her number again, but she wasn’t picking up. I stormed out and made my way to the back exit.“Ava!” I screamed her name, but there was no response. I heard footsteps running toward me.I turned to see Noah and Liam behind me; they were breathing h
Ava’s POVStella turned to me, her expression soft but intent. “Do you love him?”The question was direct, leaving no room for evasion. I met her gaze without flinching. “Yes.”A warm, knowing smile touched her lips. “He loves you too.” She sighed. “It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen him look at someone the way he looks at you. It’s like he’s finally breathing again.”I knew she was talking about Victoria. The thought sent a flicker of something—maybe jealousy, maybe sadness—through me, but it was quickly replaced by happiness for what Ethan and I had now.“I know you’re a good woman, Ava. And I truly like you,” Stella said, her voice dropping into a more serious register. She placed her hand over mine. “So, promise me you’ll take care of my boy. His childhood was… complicated. All I’ve ever wanted for him is a simple, happy life.”I covered her hand with my own. “I promise.”“Good.” She patted my hand and leaned back. “Let me not bore you with an old woman’s talk,” she said,
Ava’s POVIt's been three days since the whole Sophie issue and the shocking findings about my uncle.I was in my room preparing for Ethan’s father's gala night. I didn’t want to attend, but Ethan insisted, claiming he didn't want to miss me too much and he wanted to make sure I was safe.I put on very light makeup and brought out the dress Ethan got for me. I slipped into it, and it fit me perfectly, like a second skin. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror, amazed at how well it hugged my curves.A light knock on the door distracted me. "Come in," I said.The door opened and Ethan walked in. His eyes were fixed on my body the moment he entered.I was smiling as he made his way to me. The way he was eating me up with his eyes made me blush."You look..." He breathed out, his voice husky. He seemed truly, wonderfully lost for words.I smiled, a nervous flutter in my chest. "Stunning? Gorgeous? Beautiful?"He didn't answer. Instead, his hand came up to cradle my jaw, his thum
Ava’s POV“What in God’s name were you thinking, Ava?” Ethan asked as soon as we got inside the car. He looked serious and worried at the same time.The sound of my real name from his lips, here in this silent car, felt like a shock. He never slipped up. He was that scared.“When I saw you with that spoon…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He reached for me, his hands gentle but urgent as they turned my face toward the dim light, checking my hands, my arms, for any sign of a reaction. “Did she hurt you? Are you okay? Tell me you’re okay.”“I’m fine. I’m sorry, Ethan. I just… I didn’t know what else to do.” I looked down at my hands, my voice small. “She knows. Or she’s so close to knowing that she set a trap. I had to make her doubt herself. I couldn’t just refuse and prove her right.”“You could have died,” he said, his voice dropping to a raw whisper. “That’s not a risk. That’s not an option. Ever.”“I know she’s smart. I know she’ll figure it out even
Ava’s POVGabe opened the wine and poured it into our glasses.“Let’s toast,” Sophie said, lifting her glass.“What are we toasting to?” Gabe asked, looking curious.“We are toasting to Emily,” Sophie said, her eyes locked on me. I knew that smile. It was all poison.“To me?” I asked, pretending to play along.“Yes. To our new… friendship.” She leaned forward slightly, staring directly into my eyes, challenging me to look away.“What friendship are you talking about?” Gabe asked, his eyes darting between us.“Her presence here means she’s accepted my apology. So, cheers to a new beginning.”Before I could respond, the food arrived. The sweet, familiar aroma hit me, and I inhaled deeply. God, I’ve missed this. My mouth watered, and a wave of excitement and nostalgia washed over me. I forced it down, keeping my face cold and calm.I looked at Sophie. She had been staring at me the whole time.“So, is this the best dish here?” I asked, trying to sound merely polite.“Does it remind you o