تسجيل الدخولVivienne's POVThe damned meeting was over.Scarlett Moore and Helena Montgomery, those pests, had just left together, without looking back. The doors closed behind them with a soft click, but to me it sounded like a slap.I stayed seated in my chair. Motionless. My hands resting on the table, my fingers drumming on the wooden surface. A slow gesture. Controlled. A tic I'd had since childhood and had never managed to eliminate.I didn't move. I didn't speak. I just looked at the door through which that little woman had left. That woman in the black suit. That woman who walked into my room as if she owned everything. That woman who looked me in the eyes and didn't blink.Who did she think she was?The shareholders began to stand up. Some murmured among themselves. Others avoided my gaze. Cowards. All of them. They always had been. They spend years milking my money, applauding my decisions, and when a stranger shows up with a folder and a cold smile, they all shrink like rats.I ran my
Scarlett's POVThe door opened.I walked in.The first impact was silence. The entire room turned to me at once. Dozens of eyes. Faces I knew. Faces I hated. Faces that had hurt me.I kept my posture. Shoulders back. Chin up. Firm steps. Every click of my heels echoed on the office floor like a sentence.I didn't look at anyone in particular. I looked at everyone. Like a predator assessing its prey.I passed the first shareholders. Men in suits I had never seen. Women with expensive jewelry who looked at me with curiosity. Some tilted their heads. Others frowned. No one knew who I was. No one had any idea.I kept walking.And then I saw the first familiar face.Vivienne.She was seated at the head of the table, beside Peterson. The gray dress, the blonde hair styled stiffly. Her face pale, her eyes sunken. She was older. Thinner. The illness was consuming her, that was visible. But her gaze was the same. Cold. Arrogant. Calculating.She looked at me. Her eyes traveled over my face, my
Arthur's POVThe boardroom was fuller than usual.All the shareholders were present. Some seated, others standing, talking quietly in groups. The air was heavy. There was a tension you could feel on your skin, like before a storm.I was by the window, with Mrs. Fontana beside me. She had arrived early, as always. And so had I. I couldn't stay still in the office."Look at them." Mrs. Fontana's voice was low. "All of them afraid.""They should be afraid." I looked around the room. "After everything they've done."She didn't answer. She just observed with me.On the other side of the room, near the main table, Vivienne and Marcus were talking. She with a pale face, sunken eyes, her fingers drumming on the table. He with his arms crossed, his expression closed off.Neither of them looked at me.Marcus hadn't spoken to me in a long time. Since I came back. Since I appeared. And he also knew what I thought of him. He knew what I felt. And he also knew what he had done.He sided with his mo
Scarlett's POV The phone buzzed on the nightstand. I opened my eyes slowly. The room was dark, only the faint light from the hallway slipping under the door. I looked at the screen. Helena. I answered. "It's time." Her voice was calm, but there was something in it I knew well. Urgency. "The niece is going to be presented. You need to come back to New York." I closed my eyes for a second. New York. The city that watched me die. The city where I lost everything. The city where my baby never got to be born. "When?" "This week. As soon as possible." She paused. "Can you do it?" I opened my eyes. I looked at the ceiling. "Yes." My voice came out steady. "You know how long we've waited for this." "All right, I'll take care of everything. The plane, the house, the logistics. Your identity as Scarlett Moore is secure. The documents are in order. No one will suspect a thing." "And my father?" Helena was silent for a moment. "Is he going with you?" "Yes, I'm not leavi
Marcus's POVThe car was silent.Claire stared out the window, her eyes red, her fists clenched in her lap. I drove, my jaw tight, my fingers gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary.Neither of us spoke. The silence was heavier than any scream.She was the first to break it."Aren't you going to say anything?""What do you want me to say?""That it was a disaster! That those journalists destroyed us! That my reputation is ruined!"I took a deep breath. "It was a disaster, yes. But I wasn't the one who had the brilliant idea of organizing a photo session with the 'renowned Scarlett Moore,' who until very recently you didn't even know. So maybe it's better if you keep quiet."Claire turned to me, her face twisted. "Quiet? Oh, of course! Unlike you, I was worried about strengthening our family name!""I don't give a damn about that." My voice came out cold. "Or have you forgotten that I only married you because of the children? You know very well what the dynamic of this relati
Scarlett's POVAnother journalist joined in. "But is it true that Mr. Sterling was close to the model? That she was six months pregnant?"Marcus stood up too, slowly. His aura shifted. His shoulders went rigid. His jaw tightened."I won't comment on personal matters."His voice came out low, controlled, but charged with an authority that made some journalists hesitate.But not mine."Mr. Sterling, there are documents suggesting that Emily Parker was alive until a few years ago. Do you know where she is?" The question was direct, without hesitation.Marcus went pale. His knuckles turned white."That's none of your business." The answer came out dry, cutting."People want to know," the journalist said, without backing down. "Emily Parker was a rising star in photography. Her disappearance left many unanswered questions. Can you explain what happened?"The studio fell into absolute silence.Claire stared at Marcus, her eyes wide, her breathing becoming ragged."Marcus... what are they sa
Emily's POV"What does this mean, Marcus?"My voice came out strange. Too calm. As if I were watching the scene from the outside, from some distant place where the pain couldn't reach.He turned around so fast he almost knocked the redhead off the table."Emily." His eyes widened. Only for a second
Emily's POV "Are you insane?" His voice hissed against my ear, hot and irritated at the same time.Marcus's fingers dug into my waist forcefully, pulling me into the dark corner of the service hallway. The smell of the whiskey I had been drinking mixed with his expensive cologne, the one I had cho
Emily's POV The open suitcase on the bed seemed like a reflection of the state of my mind. Crumpled clothes, shoes thrown in haphazardly, the camera case tossed in a corner.I shoved everything in without looking, without folding, without thinking. I just needed to leave that country. That place.
Emily’s POV "Simple. For one night, we're nobody. I don't know your name. You don't know mine. And tomorrow, if we run into each other on the street, we don't know each other.""You're crazy." I said."Maybe." He set his glass on the table. "But at least I'm an honest crazy person. Unlike the trai







