Chapter 24: The Edge of Patience
Adrian's POVI leaned back in my office chair, clicking the mouse absentmindedly as I scrolled through the endless files. The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the room, but even that felt muffled, like everything outside my mind had faded away. The scent of expensive cologne still lingered from the meeting earlier, a faint reminder of the polished, fake smiles I'd had to endure. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to break wide open. I just needed one more breakthrough, one more piece of the puzzle to fall into place. The door creaked open behind me, breaking the silence. I didn't bother to turn around. "Mr. Laurent?" A voice, unfamiliar and neutral, filtered in. It was one of the new faces around here, a secretary, probably. His voice was polite, but there was something detached about it—like he had been trained to sound respectful, but not to iChapter 61: Chemistry ReignitedElise's POVThe scent of alcohol wipes and bitter oils filled the air—comforting in a way that made my chest ache. I unwrapped a bundle of old lab tools from a towel I'd used during undergrad, the faded blue embroidery still barely legible: Ford. My name. My mother's.The penthouse living room had transformed overnight. Adrian's once-pristine space now looked like a hybrid between a startup lab and a 90s apothecary. Test tubes, vintage remedy books, solvent bottles, and microscope slides cluttered every flat surface.Luke sat cross-legged on the floor, half-buried in reference tabs and chemical databases. Isla was curled up on the couch, one arm draped lazily around a cold brew like it was h
Chapter 60: Fridge Creams and Quiet FearElise's POVThe Harper kitchen was warm in the way lived-in spaces often are—quietly cluttered, corners softened by use. The late sun spilled across the tile floor in golden rectangles, the scent of citrus dish soap lingering faintly beneath the air of domestic normalcy.Lara moved without fanfare, opening the fridge with a practiced hand. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, not with fear this time, but concentration."Let's see," she muttered, shifting jars and bottles. "Where did she put it…"She reached past a mason jar of chopped garlic, a nearly empty bottle of oat milk, and retrieved a small, unlabeled glass container."This one," she said, holding it up with both
Chapter 59: A Whisper of TruthElise's POVThe sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy above us dappled the garden bench in soft golden hues. It was late afternoon, the kind of still, gentle hour when shadows stretch long but nothing has yet begun to fade. Mateo sat beside me, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve, casting nervous glances toward the winding path where she'd arrive."She said she'd come," he muttered, barely above a whisper, his voice tinged with doubt.I reached out and gently squeezed his hand, trying to share some of my calm with him. "I trust she will," I said softly, voice warm and steady, the way I hoped would wrap around him like a gentle blanket. "But if she doesn't, we don't push. We have to let her feel safe first. That's the most important thing."
Chapter 58: Paper TrailsAdrian's POVThe soft clack of Vincent's shoes against the polished marble floor echoed through the corridor outside my office, each step measured and precise, like a metronome ticking off a rhythm only he could hear. The door opened with its usual quiet efficiency—no creak, no hesitation, just the subtle shift of hinges that marked his entrance."Morning, Mr. Laurent," Vincent said, placing a slim leather folder on my desk with the kind of ceremony reserved for a royal decree, rather than a week-old internal memo haul that probably no one else bothered to read. "Per your request—archived expense records for the lab division from Q1 to Q4, last fiscal year."I didn't look up right away. I hated confirming things with my eyes before my gut had time to whisper first, the way inst
Chapter 57: Beneath the SurfaceElise's POVI sat up a little straighter, my mind racing to catch up with the sudden revelation. "You're serious?" My voice came out steadier than I felt, but inside, a swirl of questions started bubbling.Adrian smirked, his usual dry humor momentarily replaced by something almost like respect. "Dead serious. Yvonne Harper."I frowned, confused. "But… how come I never really knew about her? How is it possible no one mentioned her before?"Luke exhaled with a slow nod, his calm and thoughtful nature shining through as he answered. "Yvonne's not exactly the social type. She keeps a really low profile. Doesn't mingle at the usual Laurent parties or their fancy charity galas. She's mostly buried deep in the lab, running tests and exp
Chapter 56: More Than Skin DeepElise's POVIt took me a while to break free from Rigo and Isla's teasing, their playful banter swirling around us like a light breeze on a warm evening. I couldn't help but smile, though—Adrian, you're on your own with this one.My attention shifted when I noticed Mateo sitting a little apart from the group, staring at his phone with a furrowed brow. That usual spark of mischief and humor was dimmed, replaced by something heavier. It pulled at me immediately."Hey, Mateo," I said gently, leaning in just a little, my voice calm and warm. "You've been quiet all night. Everything okay?"He blinked, like he hadn't realized anyone was paying attention. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… thinking."