Masuk~ ALISTAIR ~The words that spilled from Vitale's mouth filled the room, thick enough to choke on.I didn't say a word right away. I just set my glass down—slowly—the ice clinking softly against the heavy crystal, and stared at him with a knife-like gaze. A sharp wave of disbelief and suspicion hit me, surging like a tide. Why would he suddenly bring up my mother?Instantly, my mind flashed back to a few weeks ago. Antonio had been sitting in my executive office to present a high-stakes investment for the Manhattan project when my mother walked in unannounced. The temperature in the room had plummeted the moment their eyes met. I remembered the sudden, suffocating silence that fell over them—the unspoken history, the sharp tension, the bitter hostility radiating between two people who clearly weren't strangers. It didn't look like a meeting between high-society acquaintances. They looked like two survivors of a violent, buried past.I had suspected something back then. Sitting across
~ ALISTAIR ~I remained seated, the silver key resting in the palm of my hand. My focus was already fixed entirely on the bigger picture. I couldn't afford a single loophole.I reached for my phone in my pocket and dialed Evan. "Get in here. Now."The line clicked shut right away. Less than a minute later, the office door opened, and Evan stepped inside. He closed it firmly behind him, his expression sharp and alert, carrying the residual focus of a man who had spent the last several hours crashing a pharmaceutical empire."Sir," Evan said, stepping up to the desk. "The Biogen board is still in full damage-control mode. Are we keeping the short-selling sequence active, or should I command the team to halt?""Not yet. Keep the pressure steady for another hour to ensure absolute compliance, then begin a gradual pullback," I instructed, my voice dropping into a low, calculating tone.Even if Lindsay had given in, the pieces I needed weren't in my possession yet. Lindsay Morris had alread
~ ALISTAIR ~I stayed where I was until Vitale's car vanished from view. Absolute surprise mixed with deep suspicion had entirely locked my limbs in place as I witnessed the impossible—Antonio Vitale, the ruthless monolith who ruled an international empire with an iron fist, was physically shaking.After we exited Isla's suite, I had received an overseas call that demanded my full attention, so I stepped away and left him in the hospital lounge. But when I was about to head back, I saw him cornering Alice near the parking lot. He had gripped her arm as if she were a ghost slipping through his fingers. And Alice—who had appeared entirely composed when she arrived—had gone deathly pale, a flash of panic fracturing her features before she forcefully yanked herself away and vanished into the labyrinth of vehicles.Allison. That was the name torn from Antonio Vitale’s throat like a ragged plea—a tone of raw, desperate vulnerability that sounded completely foreign coming from him. He had sp
~ ANTONIO ~My hands were shaking.I couldn't remember the last time my hands had shaken like this. In my world, where I ruled a massive business empire stretching from the heart of Italy to the cutthroat corporate landscape of Los Angeles, weakness was a liability.But as I stood in the parking lot, the hot summer air hitting my face felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, shattering my composure.I had finally found Allison.The name alone was a scar on my soul, a constant, aching reminder of the greatest mistake of my life. For twenty-six years, I had searched for her. I had burned through millions, sent my best trackers to every corner of the globe, and dug through countless dead ends—only to be met with a suffocating silence. I had slowly resigned myself to the agonizing belief that she was gone forever—that she had successfully erased herself from my world because of what I had done.And then, she walked right into my daughter's hospital room. So unexpectedly.She
~ ISLA ~Standing there in front of us, holding a woven basket of fresh fruits and a small paper bag, was Alice.Clearly, she was also stunned the moment her eyes landed on my father, but it lasted for only a fraction of a second. Her lips stretched slowly into a friendly smile when her gaze shifted to me.I was truly surprised, wondering what she was doing here. Apart from that, I didn't know why I felt so comforted by her sudden presence, even though I didn't know her very well. Alice's vibe was just too warm to ignore. She was wearing a simple white tee and light blue jeans, but the outfit gave off a completely effortless, girl-next-door vibe. She looked incredibly young—almost like a college student—but there was an undeniable, quiet beauty to her.Under the heavy, scrutinizing stares of the two most dangerous men in New York, Alice’s polite smile hadn't stiffened even a fraction. Anyone else would have bolted, but she kept her composure, even as her eyes darted between Alistair a
~ ISLA ~The heavy fog of sleep slowly began to lift, and the sterile scent of antiseptic guided me back to consciousness.When my eyes fluttered open, the very first thing I saw was him. Alistair was sitting right beside my bed, his towering frame casting a protective shadow over me. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on my face, heavy with an intense, unreadable emotion.A quiet wave of relief washed through my chest, and a small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips.He was still here…The last time I had opened my eyes after that horrific hotel incident, he had walked out of the room almost immediately. A cold knot of worry had twisted in my stomach back then. I had been terrified that he was angry with me, or worse—that he actually believed the sickening trap someone had set up to frame me.But looking at him now, the warmth of his presence told me everything I needed to know. He didn't doubt me. He hadn't believed a single lie.I shifted slightly, realizing my hand was completely







