Se connecterAdrian’s POVAria’s call had cut off so suddenly that for a second I just stood there in the airport jet bridge with the phone still pressed to my ear, listening to dead air like it might somehow turn back into her voice.It did not.I called her back immediately.No answer.Again.Nothing.My pulse was already going too fast, and now it felt like every beat was scraping against my ribs.I tried Julian next.Straight to voicemail.Again.No answer.That was enough to tell me something had gone very wrong.Not delayed. Not inconvenient. Wrong.I lowered the phone and looked up at the airport around me, but I was not really seeing it. People moved past with their bags and their coffee and their normal, useless lives, while mine had just split open somewhere over Seattle.I called Brenda.She picked up on the second ring.“Tell me you have something useful,” I said immediately.Her voice was tight. “I have the hearing packet ready, and the legal team is already in place. But Adrian, the
Julian’s POVBy the time I realized I had been set up, it was already too late to walk out clean.The server room smelled like dust and hot wires. Veronica stood near the doorway like she had every right to be there, composed as ever, while her two men closed in around me with the kind of confidence that only comes from thinking numbers are on your side.I had the drive…I had the proof.And now I had a problem.One of the men moved first.I ducked under his arm and drove my elbow into his ribs, hard enough to make him fold for half a second. Not enough to drop him, but enough to buy space. The other came in from my left, too fast for a clean dodge, and I felt the hit when his fist caught my shoulder and knocked me into the edge of a server rack.Pain shot down my arm.I gritted my teeth and pushed off anyway.“Get him,” Veronica said, calm as if she were ordering coffee.That made me angrier than the blow had.The first enforcer grabbed for my jacket. I twisted away and struck him in
Adrian’s POVI woke in the Seattle hotel room with the kind of nervous energy that does not leave your body just because the sun has come up.The room was quiet, ugly, and too small to feel like anything important. Cheap curtains, a weak light and a bed that felt like it had been purchased out of spite. But I had slept here on purpose. I had wanted something ordinary, something that did not feel like power or a boardroom or the Blackwood name looming over every surface.For a few seconds, lying there, I almost managed to pretend life was simple.Then my phone reminded me it was not.I rolled over, reached for it, and started scrolling through real estate listings before I had even sat up properly.A house.That was the thought that had kept me from spiraling completely the night before.A house with a yard.A place where Leo could run without me worrying about balconies and security glass and enemies with too much money.A place where Aria might be able to breathe without feeling like
Julian’s POVI had not slept.That was not unusual anymore, but tonight it felt different... Like sleep had simply stopped being an option.Aria’s building was still lit in a few windows when I checked the feed again. The apartment itself looked calm. Leo was asleep. Aria had probably moved back and forth between her study and the kitchen once or twice before finally settling down. The place looked safe from the outside, which was exactly why I did not trust it.I stood in my security room with a coffee gone cold in my hand and a sidearm holstered at my hip, watching the street cameras in a loop. Cars passed. A delivery bike cut down the block. A man walked a dog. Normal life kept happening all around the building like the world had not already started turning ugly again.Adrian was in the city now.That fact kept bothering me more than I wanted to admit.He had made his decision. He was staying in Seattle. He had said it like a man announcing a business move, but I knew better. This
Adrian’s POVMorning light leaked through the gap in the cheap hotel curtains in a thin, watery line, weak enough to be insulting.I groaned and rolled onto my back, immediately regretting the motion. The mattress had the kind of lumpy, uneven support that made every part of you resent existing. My back ached. My neck ached. My head felt slightly stuffed with cotton.This was a far cry from the penthouse.No Egyptian cotton sheets. No custom mattress. No perfectly adjusted temperature. No silence engineered into luxury.Just a mid-range hotel room with beige walls, weak coffee, and the smell of overworked carpet cleaner.And I had chosen it on purpose.That was the ridiculous part.I had wanted something ordinary. Something that did not feel like power. Something that felt closer to normal, even if I was not entirely sure what normal was supposed to look like anymore.Last night’s conversation with Julian still sat in my head like a stone.It should have been nothing. A stupid little
Aria’s POVThe kitchen table, which was usually covered in breakfast plates, school forms, and Leo’s scattered homework, looked like a crime scene.The forged diary pages were spread across it under the harsh yellow light from the ceiling. Adrian had brought them to me like a confession and a weapon at the same time, and now they sat there in front of me impossible to ignore.I stared at the pages for a long time before I touched them again.Every line felt like a fresh cut.Every sentence had been written to poison me.I read through the fake entries one by one, my own voice twisted into something cold and monstrous. The words were familiar in the worst possible way. The rhythms were mine. The phrasing was mine. Even the little turns of thought, the quiet pauses, the internal logic of it all, had been copied with terrifying care.It was not just a forgery.It was a mirror made by someone who wanted to break me with my own reflection.My stomach turned.I had already felt sick in Adri
Aria's POV The phone I'd used to receive Adrian's call was sitting on my kitchen counter, looking like a subpoena.I didn't need to read between the lines to know it was a trap. Adrian didn't do casual, and he certainly didn't care about discussing equipment requests on a Sunday morning.He has so
Adrian's POVThe tablet on my desk was glowing with the kind of evidence that made my vision tunnel into a sharp, white-hot point of rage.The photos were high-resolution, captured from across the street at some pathetic little café by the water.In the first shot, Julian was leaning across the tab
Aria's POVThe morning air was sharp and biting, but I didn’t care.I was standing just outside the glass doors of the executive wing, my lungs finally tasting air that didn't smell like sterilization and Adrian’s expensive cologne.Adrian was standing five feet away from me, a silent, brooding sha
Aria's POVThe Lego spaceship was missing a wing, and Leo was starting to melt down.I sat on the floor of our temporary apartment, my back aching and my head spinning with the weight of the latest synthesis results.It was nearly nine at night. I should have been sleeping, but the guilt of being a







