LOGINWhen Ava Montgomery’s brother is killed in a hit-and-run, her world shatters. The police close the case too quickly, and all fingers point to Liam Hart, her brother’s best friend, a man she once admired, now branded a murderer. Three years later, consumed by rage and loss, Ava reinvents herself as Eva Moore and secures a job at Liam’s company to destroy him from within. But the man she meets isn’t the monster she imagined. He’s haunted, silent, and guilt-ridden… yet heartbreakingly kind. As Ava digs deeper, she uncovers a truth darker than revenge could satisfy: Liam took the blame to protect someone he loves, and the real killer has returned to tie up loose ends. Between love and vengeance, Ava must decide: Will she destroy the man she’s grown to love, or save him before it’s too late?
View MoreLiam's POVThe letter never touched Ava again.I slipped it into a clear evidence sleeve and sealed it, slow and careful, like it might bite if handled wrong. Ava watched me do it without speaking. Her face was calm now, but it was the kind of calm that comes after something breaks and settles into a sharper shape.“I’ll be back before evening,” I told her.Then she nodded. “Don’t protect me by lying.”That landed harder than she meant it to. “I won’t,” I said. And meant: I’ll try.….….The first rule of dirty systems is this: they never move alone.Letters don’t just appear. Voices don’t just get edited. Fear doesn’t just find the right door without help. Someone always opens it.I started with the paper. Not the words. The material.The sleeve crinkled softly as I laid it flat under the scanner. Weight, texture, fibre blend. The watermark didn’t match any domestic supplier. Not a prison issue. Not corporate stationery either.“European,” I said.I pulled up a database I wasn’t suppo
Ava's POV I don’t sleep. I just lie on the bed and watch the ceiling change colour as the night moves on. Grey to darker grey. The hum of the city never fully stops. Somewhere, a siren rises and fades. Somewhere else, a door slams. Life keeps happening as if nothing has cracked open.Liam sleeps on the chair by the window. Not properly. One arm folded across his chest, head tipped forward, like he’s ready to wake the second I move. He said he’d stay. I didn’t argue.Tomorrow is the hearing. A sealed one. Another room I won’t be allowed into. Another decision was made without me.Ethan’s voice keeps looping in my head. The notebook. The hinge squeaked.I press my palms over my eyes.For years, I told myself he was just someone who passed through my life. Someone helpful. Someone kind. Someone I lost because the world is careless.That lie was easier. The truth is heavier.He was family.Not by blood. By choice. By the quiet way he stayed when everyone else left.I sit up before the th
Ava's POVThe letter arrives by email in the morning after the sound file. Not through email. Not through the courier. But through the post.Real paper. Thick. Cream-coloured. My name was written in careful ink, like each letter had been practised before it touched the page. I stare at it for a long time before I can pick it up.Liam stands across the kitchen, mug in his hands, watching me without pretending he isn’t.“You’re shaking,” he says.“I know.”The return address is a prison. Women’s facility. North wing.My chest tightens. My mother. She hasn’t written to me in seven years. Not after the trial. Not after the sentencing. Not after the appeal failed and the world moved on without her. Not even when Ethan disappeared.Then I slide my finger under the seal. It tears too easily. Like it wants to be opened.There is one sheet of paper Inside. The paper was folded once. No extra pages. No photos. Just words.Ava,I wondered how long it would take before you heard my voice again.
Ava's POV The studio smells like old coffee and fresh paint. I notice that first because I’m still learning how to calm my body. It looks for small things. Safe things. Ordinary details that tell me I am not in a courtroom, not in a sealed room with men who never blink.Just a studio. Grey walls. One table. Two chairs. And a choice.Liam sits a few feet away, not beside me. That was my decision. If I look at him too much, I might soften. And today is not for soft.The reporter enters gently. No camera crew. No lights yet. Just a notebook and a recorder placed gently on the table, like a question waiting to breathe.Thank you for agreeing to this, she says with her voice calm. Clear. Not hungry.I didn’t agree to everything, I reply. “Only what I choose.”She nods. “Of course.”That matters more than she knows.Then we sit beside each other. She doesn’t start recording right away. Instead, she asks if I want water. Suppose the chair is comfortable for me. If I need a moment.I almost
Ava's Point Of ViewThe second thing I notice once I wake up is how quiet everything is. However, it is not that creepy sort of silence or that suspenseful quiet before something truly significant. It is so quiet that it really simply sits on you rather than crashes on you.It is morning, and the t
Ava's POVThe coffee smells real.That’s the first thing I notice as I push open the glass door and step inside. Warm. Bitter. Comforting. Not sharp like smoke. Not cold like metal. Just coffee.For a moment, I stopped walking.My body doesn’t trust this. It waits for shouting. Sirens. Someone grab
Liam's POVInstead, I did not inform her of how much I was about to leave. Not right away.The following morning, following the message, the house was silent once again, but was completely different compared to yesterday. Not calm. Watchful. And even the air appeared to be listening.Ava has her le
Ava's POVI woke up because of the light. It slides under the thin curtains and lies across the bed as it is part of it. No alarms. No shouting outside. None of those sharp jerks of fear at my breast, and for a few seconds, I don’t move. I just breathe. Liam sits next to me, facing the window, on












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