*********************(Etian’s POV)************************The chaos that took place in the courthouse still echoes in my head, a muddled cacophony of shouting, slamming gavels, and the high-pitched voice of Aliana’s lawyer trying to outshout the bedlam. But what clung to me was Claire—her face frozen, pale, lips slightly parted as she clutched the burner phone.She hadn’t told me what the voice on the other end had said. Not yet.Now we sat in the back of a sleek black SUV, Daniel at the wheel, driving us out of the city and toward the private estate Mack insisted was the safest place for the time being. Claire hadn’t spoken much since the courthouse adjourned. Her fingers clutched her coarmourke armour, her eyes flitting constantly to the phone in her lap.“You gonna tell me what they said?” I asked gently, the tension coiling under my skin.She didn’t look at me. “They said I’m next.”My heart stalled for a beat. “What do you mean?”“They said I’m next if I keep digging into this.
*************************Claire’s POV*********************The courtroom was a circus.Cameras flashed. Reporters shoved microphones into the faces of anyone even remotely connected to the case. And I stood in the middle of it all, my fingers clenched tightly around the strap of her purse, heart thudding so loud she barely heard Mack's voice over the roar.“Claire,” Mack said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back. “You okay?” he asked concerned.I blinked. “I don’t know.”. I breathed as my eyes darted from the crowd to Aliana as they led her out of the courtroom.I watched as Aliana was led out of the courtroom, her face pale but composed. Tears were hiding beneath that surface, I was sure and I could tell. But there was something else now — a flicker of hope. That courtroom scene hadn’t just been a circus. It had been a crack in the wall Liam had carefully built.I felt it too.Mack squeezed my hand gently.“We need to move,” Liz muttered behind me as she glanced around nervously.
**********************Aliana's POV**************************The cold iron-called cuffs around my wrists chafed worth every step I took. Each click of my heels on the polished courtroom floor echoed like a death toll in my ears. I stood straighter, trying to ignore the dozens of eyes that pierced into me from every direction __ journalists, officers, former friends....and Liam, seated with his legal team near the front, wearing that same smug, untouchable expression.Claire was seated with Mack on the other row, their hands entangled. She looked poised and composed. Mack's sharp eyes were on me, not spiteful not sympathy but something I couldn't pinpoint.I couldn't dare to look Claire directly in the eyes. Not yet.The room felt like a furnace, though the air conditioning hummed above. My mouth was dry, my palms damp with sweat. But I kept my chin lifted as the bailiff guided me to the defendant's seat. The wooden chair creaked as I sat down. My lawyer, a lean, older man, with silve
*************************** Liam’s POV*********************The walls of my study felt too tight, even though my penthouse was massive. I tossed my whisky glass across the room. It shattered into tiny pieces across the wall, the whisky dripping like water down the beige paint.My pulse thundered in my ears.Someone betrayed me.Not just any leak__ but that video. From my office. A direct order, now sitting in Claire's inbox if my guess was right.I slammed my palms hard against my desk, rattling the silver pen holder. The pieces were slipping and fast."Sir." A feminine voice called from the doorway.I turned slowly towards the doorway. My assistant__Mara__ stood stiff, eyes avoifing the broken glass, smart woman.“What?” I barked.Mara shifted slightly in the doorway. She cleared her throat."We ran a trace on the leak. It came from within our private network. Possibly internal. Maybe someone on the cleaning staff or surveillance team. But whoever it was, they knew how to cover thei
************************* Liam’s POV***********************There's this special kind of silence that comes with being above it all.From the top floor of my penthouse, the city looked like ants and light. So many lives, moving in their perfect, mindless little loops.And I controlled more of them that they realized.But, everything was not going according to plan anymore.And that was gnawing at me.First Etian somehow got out of the way before the disciplinary board could dig deeper. Then that slippery little analyst, Wynn, stopped answering calls. And Claire—sweet, calculating Claire—was starting to get dangerously brave.I sat in the leather chair of my glass study, swirling the dark amber whiskey in my glass, watching the skyline blink.Claire's been at the precinct.She'd talked to Wynn.The walls were closing in faster than I anticipated.A sharp knock at the door drew back my attention."Come in! " I called.The door opened, and my assistant stepped in, Mara. She had an envel
************************** Claire’s POV**********************The moment we dropped Etian off at his apartment, I knew Mack wouldn’t sit still for long.And neither would I.He parked in silence, but I could feel the tension rolling off him like heat. I stayed still, fingers curled in my lap, eyes focused on the dashboard, trying to sort the hurricane in my chest.Everything was spiraling.Etian’s suspension.Aliana’s arrest.And Liam—smug, slippery, always one step ahead.Mack finally spoke, his voice low and tight. “I should’ve seen this coming.”“It’s not your fault,” I said softly, reaching out to place a hand on his. “You’ve done more than enough.” I added.He turned his hand over, lacing his fingers through mine.“Not if you’re still at risk. Not if he’s still winning.” he rasped. His expression softened.I swallowed hard, because I felt it too—that sickening pull of helplessness when every door felt like a dead end. And I hated it. Hated the fact that we were still dancing to