ログインMARY'S POV:The four bodyguards quickly exchanged confused glances with one another. Hesitation flickered across their tough faces. They had just been handed explicit orders by their primary employer to hold me in place, but now those exact orders were being completely overridden by his own recorded voice. They simply did not know which instruction they were supposed to follow, or whose authority carried more weight in this situation.Marl did not waste a single second waiting for them to figure out the puzzle. He walked directly through the small gap between the guards, his large warm hand reaching down to wrap firmly around my wrist, pulling my trembling body forward along the polished floor. His grip felt gentle yet completely solid, his fingers radiating a comfortable warmth against my cold skin."Walk fast," he instructed in a low, quiet voice that only I could hear. "And whatever you do, do not look back."I followed close behind his broad back without asking a single questi
MARY'S POV:"I have the power to do whatever I please," he interrupted coldly, his face devoid of emotion. "And right now, I want you to go home and get some rest."He turned his back on me and began walking away down the bright corridor, his heavy leather shoes making slow, rhythmic sounds against the floor. The sound was calm and unhurried, like the movement of a powerful man who felt absolute certainty that he held every single winning card in his hand. Before I could even make a move to run after him, several tall men wearing dark suits stepped forward from the corner near the waiting area, their expressions hard, cold, and completely blank. They formed a tight physical wall right in front of me, completely blocking my path to the hallway exit."Mrs. Vane," the largest bodyguard said, his voice flat, deep, and professional. "Please step this way and come with us peacefully."I stared up at the four tall figures standing in front of me. They were all built like professional fig
MARY'S POV: He was actually standing there telling me that he was willing to forgive my behavior, acting as if he were the innocent victim who had been wronged throughout this entire ordeal. He was treating me as though I were a disobedient child who needed his generous forgiveness to be allowed back into the house. He was offering me a deal, my complete submission in exchange for his fake kindness. He was telling me that if I just kept quiet, stopped fighting back, and accepted his rules, my life could return to the quiet, comfortable routine of the past. However, the painful truth was that his idea of Vesper "not bothering me" simply meant keeping me completely trapped under his constant control under the convenient excuse of keeping me safe from public attention. He would isolate me inside his large estate, place guards at the gates, monitor every single phone call I made, and lock me inside a golden cage from which I could never hope to escape. He would surround my life with h
MARY'S POV: Even though I no longer had Hotch standing beside me to guide my legal steps, I refused to drag him into any more of my family disasters. The poor man was currently lying in a hospital room with severe injuries entirely because he had tried to help me escape my husband's driveway. His ribs were cracked, his head had suffered a terrible concussion, and his whole body was bruised and broken. I already carried far too much heavy guilt in my heart over what had happened to him tonight, and the mere thought of placing his life in danger a second time was something I could not bear to live with. I simply could not bring myself to ask him to risk his safety for my problems ever again. It was finally time for me to grow up, stand on my own two feet, and resolve this entire nightmare all by myself. Alistair must have sensed the sudden change in my posture, because he pulled his phone away from his ear and narrowed his dark eyes at me. His sharp eyes studied every single det
MARY'S POV:The furious words booming through the phone speaker echoed loudly in my mind, sharp, terrifying, and completely damning."What the hell have you done now? You need to publicly strip that foolish woman away from our corporate name this very second!"I stood there in the cold corridor, watching Alistair's face go completely pale in an instant. His strong jaw tightened up so hard that I could see the muscles twitching under his skin, his trembling fingers clenching around his mobile phone until his knuckles turned ghost white. He opened his mouth to offer some kind of explanation to the angry board member, but not a single sound managed to come out of his throat. He looked exactly like a powerful man who had just been struck by a bolt of lightning, completely frozen right in his tracks and totally unable to process the terrible news he had just received. All the healthy color drained out of his cheeks, leaving his face looking gray, sick, and deeply shaken.Sitting right
MARY'S POV: The new trending headline sitting at the very top of the screen read: "Vesper, the Desperate Mistress Who Tried to Run Over the Legal Wife of the Billionaire She Wants to Marry." The refusal of her crazy fanbase to accept defeat had only served to push the entire scandal to an even higher level of public attention. Thousands of people were flooding the comment sections, viciously attacking anyone who dared to speak out against Vesper, defending her bad behavior with a level of anger that looked like complete madness. They were calling me a dirty liar, a cold manipulator, and a bitter, jealous woman who was trying to ruin another person's happiness. "Beatrice needs to post official proof showing she is really Alistair's birth mother. Otherwise, she is just another online hater trying to destroy Vesper." The entire internet had exploded into absolute biggi mess. There were hundreds of thousands of angry comments dropping every minute. Millions of people were watc
HANNAH’S POV: Thankfully. the traffic was merciful that evening. I arrived at Elijah’s office building earlier than expected, the sky painted in soft hues of gold as the sun began to set. I pulled into the parking lot, stepping out with excitement already fluttering in my chest. My phone rang ins
HANNAH'S POV:I sat with that."The name Mirada," Maya said carefully, "is in four languages on the trending lists right now and it's not the brand or the collection but the name itself. Mirada.”The name itself.I pressed the paper a little tighter in my hand."She is everywhere," I said quietly.
HANNAH'S POV: Elijah found me in the greenroom about twenty minutes after the show ended. He came through the door and looked at me across the room and there was a proud look on his face. "The twins?" I said into his shoulder. "With my parents. Safe and asleep and apparently Amelia had been tell
HANNAH'S POV:He was quiet for a moment. "I was angry," he said, with the calm specificity he always brought to his own feelings. "I did not say anything because I thought if I said something it was going to be something too big for school and I would get in trouble. So I did not say anything." A p







