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~ ALISTAIR ~Jacob’s words stayed with me long after he left.Allison. Vitale. A hidden child. Hudson Valley. Everything I’d been chasing for years was finally circling back—tightening into something that felt dangerously close to the truth.I should’ve felt relief, but instead, a cold heaviness settled in my chest. Answers always came with consequences. And this one—I don’t know… this would definitely change everything once it was fully uncovered.I exhaled slowly, stood up, and grabbed my coat, leaving the office with my mind still tangled in Jacob’s revelations.Now I had to face another responsibility—Albert.My father.If I even had the right to call him that.I drove straight to Northgate, muscles tense the entire way. Simon’s message had just come through saying the results were out.If Simon wanted me present, that meant Albert’s condition wasn’t something to brush off. This was something far more complicated.Once I arrived, I headed straight for Simon’s private office, where
~ ALISTAIR ~“Sir.”Evan stepped into my office, tight-lipped, like he was already calculating how to survive whatever news he was about to deliver.I didn’t look up immediately. I was mid-file, and interruptions were rarely welcome. My gaze eventually lifted—enough to make him flinch. He knew better than anyone that disturbance is the last thing I want when I’m working.“What is it?” I asked, voice calm but sharp.He swallowed hard. “It’s… your father, sir. He collapsed. They brought him to Northgate Hospital.”At the mention of my father, my hand paused slightly, though I didn’t blink. Collapse? Why so sudden? Besides, he’s stronger than a cow.My eyes stayed on the documents as I resumed reading, as if Evan’s words were nothing but background noise.In truth, the distance between us had been there for as long as I could remember. When I learned the truth—that he cheated on my mother when she was pregnant with me—I felt nothing but disgust and resentment. I didn’t exactly hate him, b
~ ISLA ~The hallway slowly quieted after Elise’s screams faded, but my body still felt locked in place.I didn’t seem to hear Riley’s murmurs; my pulse was thudding in my ears, loud enough that I barely registered anything around me. It was as if every word Elise spat had settled deep in my bones.Taking a deep breath, I was about to turn to Riley when Dr. Ellis came striding toward us.He still looked too composed, though there was a faint trace of worry in his expression.“Isla—are you alright?” he asked, eyes scanning me for injuries.He didn’t sound professional this time. Instead, he called me gently, as if we were really that close. He rarely calls me by my name, and I noticed every time he did, it meant he was worried or empathetic.I blinked, forcing myself to straighten. “I’m fine. Just… surprised.”“I saw what happened from my office,” he said, exhaling shakily. “The hallway camera caught the moment she lunged at you, so I called security immediately.”“Oh… thank you, senio
~ ISLA ~The hospital buzzed with its usual rhythm of hurried footsteps and clipped voices, but my mind was somewhere entirely else.The events of last night still lingered like a warm, dangerous ember in my chest. My name had been cleared after Alistair’s storming intervention, and the waiter’s statement had been properly retracted.No news of my arrest yesterday had leaked—and I knew without a doubt that Alistair had controlled everything. It was as if the entire city of New York rested in the palm of his hand. His unwavering protectiveness made my heart swell with something I’d been feeling for a long time.He had always been impeccable—precise, terrifying, and… perfect in ways I hadn’t fully comprehended until last night. His competence wasn’t limited to saving me from ruin. No, he was… above average in ways that made my cheeks burn just to think about.I shivered at the memory—how he had held me, demanded me, and yet somehow made me feel cherished. How he hadn’t left until I ran
~ ISLA ~The world seemed to tilt on its axis upon Alistair’s powerful arrival.Just hours ago, I was the one sitting behind a desk being accused, treated like a criminal. But now—everything had shifted.Instead of the police doing the questioning, it was Alistair conducting the interrogation.He stood inside the well lit room, with his presence consuming the entire space. The officers who had once held power over me now hovered quietly in the background, too wary to interfere.Through the glass wall separating us, I watched him—my husband—his broad shoulders steady, and his stormy eyes glinting with lethal control.On the opposite side of the table sat the woman they had just brought in—she’s a waitress from the restaurant. She looked terrified, her hands trembling against the steel cuffs, eyes darting between Alistair and Simon, who stood in the corner, silent but visibly tense.Alistair’s IT expert had traced the CCTV footage in less than an hour, isolating details the police clear
~ ISLA ~The faint buzz of the police station’s fluorescent lights felt louder than the chatter around me.The sharp sound of every click of a pen and every rustle of paper seeped into my bones.I sat on the metal chair across from the officer’s desk, feeling the cold, thin steel cuffs around my wrists.My lips twitched bitterly at the thought of how easily they detained someone who hadn’t even been proven guilty yet.Simon had tried to come in, but they told him to wait outside. I saw him make a few calls, though I didn’t know who he was calling.So here I was—alone.My thoughts suddenly drifted to Alistair. I just hoped he wouldn’t find out about this yet, or it would be real chaos. Besides, I didn’t want to drag the Montgomerys into this mess.A few desks away, I caught sight of a man who looked very familiar.Squinting my eyes, I tried to recall where I’d seen him—until I finally remembered. He had been at the restaurant—the waiter I’d accidentally bumped into earlier! He was stan







