ログインJulian’s POVThe monitors painted the office in a cold blue glare that made everything look dead and too sharp.My security room was supposed to feel like control. Order. Clean lines. Cameras, feeds, logs, numbers. Tonight it felt like a cage with a desk in it.On the main screen was Aria’s apartment.The living room was quiet. Leo’s room showed a dim shape under the blankets. Her study was lit, which meant she was probably still awake, still pretending work could bury the rest of her thoughts.I stared at the feed longer than I should have.Because I was angry.Angry at Adrian for marching into her life again and blowing everything open in one messy, reckless sweep.Angry at him for dragging her back into the kind of danger she had spent years trying to outrun.Angry at myself, too. That part was worse.I should have fought harder. I should have seen the pull coming. I should have done more than stand nearby and hope I was still enough to keep her safe.My fingers tapped against the
Aria’s POVSettling back into the Seattle apartment was harder than I expected.I had thought coming home would feel clean. Easy, even. Like breathing again after holding my lungs shut for too long.Instead, the place felt wrong in ways I could not explain at first.Too quiet.Too small.Too exposed.The walls that had once felt safe now felt like they were leaning in on me. The silence was not comforting anymore. It was loud. It made every thought echo. Every little sound had teeth. A floorboard creak. A pipe knocking. The wind brushing against the windows. All of it made me jump before I could stop myself.I hated that.I hated how New York had followed me home in my head.That morning, I took Leo back to school.He was thrilled.That part should have made me feel better. It should have settled something in me. Instead, I watched him run off to his friends with his little backpack bouncing on his shoulders, laughing like the world had never tried to hurt us at all, and my chest tigh
Adrian’s POVThe Chairman’s office was my father’s old throne, and I hated it the moment I sat down in the oversized leather chair.He used to call it built for a king.Of course he would.The chair creaked under my weight, too soft, too large, too full of everything he had left behind. The room still carried him in the worst ways. The cigar smoke that had soaked into the curtains over the years. The dark polish on the mahogany. The heavy silence that seemed to live in the walls. It all smelled like him.Not just expensive cigars.Betrayal.Rot.A legacy ruined from the inside out.I stared out through the panoramic window at the city lights below. New York looked beautiful from that height, like nothing bad had ever happened inside these walls. Like a man hadn’t tried to burn his own name to the ground just to keep his grip on power. The city didn’t care. It glittered anyway.My desk was cleared of Edmund’s things now. His old photographs, his little personal trophies, the objects he
Aria's povThe flight back to Seattle was the quietest six hours of my life.Not peaceful. Not exactly. Just quiet in that strange, floating way that makes your own thoughts sound louder than the engine.Leo was stretched across two seats beside me, one small arm thrown over his toy airplane like he was afraid someone might steal it in his sleep. His face was soft and relaxed, completely unguarded. Every so often, he made a tiny sound in his sleep, the kind that makes your chest ache for no reason at all.I looked at him, then out the window, then back at him again.The little airplane Adrian had bought him at the airport rested in his hand like a last-minute peace offering. Leo had lit up when he got it. That smile had been genuine, bright, impossible to miss.And that was the problem.It had made me smile too.Which meant now I had to sit with the complicated feeling that followed.I didn’t read. I didn’t work. I didn’t even put on music.I just stared at the clouds and let my thoug
Aria’s POVThe boardroom had been a battlefield.And somehow, we had survived it.Edmund was gone. Truly gone this time — not lurking behind contracts or whispered threats or manipulations disguised as concern. The suffocating pressure that had hung over my work, my son, my life for years had finally lifted.I should have felt victorious.Instead, I felt… quiet.Like the world after a storm — when the thunder stops but the air still smells like rain and broken things.Adrian had stayed behind to stabilize the company. The board was united now, shaken into cooperation by fear and necessity. The vaccine project was secure. Funding restored. Public confidence already being managed.On paper, everything was finally right.But emotional wounds didn’t follow corporate timelines.As I stepped into the penthouse, the silence greeted me first. Not peaceful silence — hollow silence. The kind that echoes too loudly.It was time to leave.Most of my bags were already packed, lined neatly near the
Adrian’s POVThe boardroom had gone dead quiet in that ugly way silence does when everyone is too scared to speak first.All eyes were on Edmund.He didn’t look smug anymore. That had burned off fast. His face had turned a sickly gray, and he looked cornered, like some wild thing realizing the room had walls.“These are fabrications,” he snapped at last.His voice cracked on the last word.He slammed his fist on the table hard enough to make the water glasses jump.“AI-generated. Deepfakes. All of it. Adrian, you’ve gone too far.” His finger was shaking when he pointed at me. “You’re trying to destroy me with technology. This is a smear campaign. A desperate attempt to seize control.”A few board members stirred. Murmurs started low around the table.That was the thing about men like Edmund. They always thought panic still sounded like power.I let the noise rise for a second, then lifted a hand.It died again.“I expected you to say that,” I said calmly. “Which is why I brought someo
Aria’s POVThe walk back to the villa was the longest five minutes of my life. The silence between me and Julian wasn't the comfortable, "we’ve known each other forever" kind of silence. It was so damn heavy and......well, awkward. The second the door clicked shut behind us, I felt the weight of
Julian’s POVThe sun wasn't even fully up when my phone started ringing loudly on the nightstand.It wasn’t the normal ringtone I got when there was an incoming call. It was more like a high-pitched, jagged alert—the one I’d programmed into the smart-watch I bought Leo for his birthday. It was sup
Lydia’s POVThe sun was barely up, and I was already in a foul mood. My head was pounding from the stress of that pathetic Truth or Dare game, and Adrian’s coldness was starting to feel like a permanent frost. I hadn't slept a wink, mostly because I kept seeing Aria’s smug face when she kissed Juli
Aria’s POVThe world suddenly turned gray. Everything around me lost its color as I suddenly saw them in nothing but black and white. I was on the floor, my knees raw against the wood, clutching Leo’s cold, wet body against my chest. I didn't care about the people standing around us. I didn't care







