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221 Not anymore

Alexander’s POVCynthia strides into the room like she owns it—heels clicking, posture razor-sharp. She takes the last empty seat at the boardroom table, eyes sweeping over each person like she’s sizing them up for a game only she understands. Then, her voice cuts through the quiet.“I see you all talking about a new chairperson,” she says smoothly. “Wouldn’t that have to be the person holding the highest shares?”Her words are calm, but there’s a bite beneath them. A challenge. The kind that demands everyone listen. I sit up straighter, heart skipping a beat.“What are you trying to do?” I call out before I can stop myself. “And about the shares—what exactly are you saying, Cynthia?”She lands her gaze on me with unsettling ease, like she’s been waiting for that question. There’s a flicker of something—assurance, maybe. But I know Cynthia too well. With her, it’s always layers upon layers. A never-ending drama.One of the board members, an older man with salt-and-pepper hair, leans f

222 Ten steps ahead

Isabel’s POVI stand by the tall glass window of my office, arms crossed loosely over my chest as I stare down at the city below. The buildings look so small from up here, people even smaller—rushing, unaware, while my world sits on pause. The guilt creeps up again, a slow, suffocating weight in my chest.Roy is still in that hospital bed, motionless, while the person responsible walks around freely like nothing ever happened. It doesn’t sit right. It never will.Roy has always been my anchor—right from the very first day I met him. He’s always been there, shielding me from storms I didn’t even see coming. Fierce. Loyal. Gentle. Protective. He made sure nothing ever touched me on his watch. And what have I done for him in return? Nothing. I couldn’t even bring justice to the one person who has always had my back. The one person who gave me stability when the ground beneath my feet kept crumbling.Just then, the door opens gently. Christine steps in, tablet in hand, her expression a ble

223 He stirs

Isabel’s POVThe air feels thick, like something unspoken has been hanging between us for too long. Grace stands a few feet away, her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment—just a heartbeat—I see something flicker across her face. It’s fleeting, but sharp enough to make me pause. Is it guilt? Worry? Regret? I can’t tell. It flashes and disappears too fast, like the tail end of a dream you can’t quite grasp after waking.I brace myself, my spine instinctively straightening as she takes a step toward me—quick, yet measured. Like she isn’t sure who she’s looking at. Like I’m a ghost from a memory she doesn’t trust. I think she’s going to accuse me, demand answers—but then, she halts just inches away and lifts her hand, palm trembling slightly.“Isabel,” she says, and my name falls from her lips with a softness I didn’t expect—gentle, full of something I dare not name. Emotion. Warmth. Pain. All tangled together.I stare at her, stunned, as her fingers reach out and wrap around mine. My ey

224 Between Her and Me

Isabel’s POVI freeze.Grace does too.We both turn sharply toward the bed, hearts caught in our throats.Roy’s fingers twitch again—barely, but I see it. I’m not imagining it.Before either of us can say a word, the door swings open. The doctor steps in, clipboard in hand, eyes calm but alert.“I saw something,” Grace says quickly, her voice trembling. “He moved. Just now. His fingers.”The doctor strides over, doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. He checks the monitors, then lifts Roy’s wrist gently, watching for a response.A beat. Two.Then he nods, looking between us. “It’s slight,” he says, “but it’s something.”My pulse thunders. “What does that mean?”“He’s not fully conscious,” the doctor explains, “but this kind of response usually points to neurological activity. Sometimes, patients begin reacting to familiar voices or emotional stimuli. It means he’s hearing you… at some level. And that’s a good sign.”Grace lets out a shaky breath, a hand flying to her chest like she’s j

225 The fall apart

Alexander’s POVThe cold hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead as I sit in the visiting room, my fingers laced tightly together on the table, tension knotted in every joint. The chill of this place—the walls, the silence, the smell of metal and regret—crawls into my skin. I’ve never visited anyone in prison before. I never thought I’d have to visit my own mother like this.She sits on the other side of the thick glass, her posture regal despite the orange jumpsuit hanging off her like a loose secret. Her eyes lift slowly to meet mine, sharp as ever. But there’s something in them… something buried deep.“You’re finally here to see your mother,” she says, her voice brittle with mock amusement. “But with that look on your face, I bet you’re happy I’m gone. At least now, there’ll be no one to get in your way, no one to get on your shoes again.”She scoffs.But I see through it.The words don’t land with truth. They’re laced with a bitterness that feels rehearsed, a defense mechanism.

226 Fate and Risk

Cynthia’s POVThe paper is still folded.It lies on the table in front of me, untouched, unopened — exactly as I left it hours ago. My fingers had grazed it, curled around the edges with glee… but I never unfolded it. I didn’t need to. Not then.Because in my mind, I already knew.I was so sure.I paced the room, a twisted sort of joy rushing through me, playing out every possible scenario of Isabel’s downfall. Her face when she finds out. The silence. The collapse of that perfect little world she’d rebuilt.I imagined it all — built an empire of vengeance in my head before even reading the truth.But now… now the silence feels heavier.My chest tightens as I sit before the paper again.Why haven’t I read it?Why am I suddenly afraid?I reach for it. My fingers tremble — just slightly. It’s ridiculous. I should be savoring this moment. This is what I wanted.And yet…A breath catches in my throat as I finally unfold the results.My eyes scan the page—And then everything stills.Silen

227 Never Did I

Isabel’s POVNavarro stares at me as though he’s seen a ghost—his mouth parts slightly, voice uneven, fingers twitching like he doesn’t know what to do with them.“You’re… you’re Miss C?” he stammers, eyes blinking rapidly as the weight of realization settles.I remain seated, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, arms folded in effortless poise, and a soft, knowing smile plays on my lips. My gaze never wavers from Navarro—sharp, assessing. Like a predator watching its prey struggle to make sense of the danger it’s in, right before it’s devoured. I offer a gentle nod, slow and deliberate, like a final verdict.His eyes flick nervously between me, my lawyer Robert, my business rep Michael, and Christine—each of them calm, composed, unmoved by the tension brewing around us. He fidgets again, rubbing his thumb over the edge of his finger as though trying to ground himself.Of course, they never saw it coming. No one ever connected the dots. “Miss C”—the shortened version of Claire, t

228 The truth I refused to see

Alexander’s POVShe walks away slowly, but her words linger, haunting me.“I never cheated.”The sentence loops in my head like a cursed line from a film I can’t stop watching. My chest tightens. Confusion swirls inside me—doubt, denial, anger. What the hell is she trying to do? Pretend like I have no proof? Is she hoping I’ve let it go?But the photo…Yes, the photo.The image slams into my mind like a wrecking ball. The rage it stirs in me sets my legs in motion before I can think. I’m already moving, already running after her. My heart pounds harder with each step as my hand reaches out and catches her arm.She jerks slightly, startled, turning to face me.Just for a second—just a breath—our eyes lock. Something about the way she looks at me… it shakes me. Then, just like that, she yanks her arm out of my grip.“I’m really not in the mood right now to continue talking to you,” she says, voice cold. “So please—”“No,” I cut her off, breathing hard. “We have to talk. I can’t hold thi

229 I need to believe

Isabel’s POVI catch the hesitation in Alexander’s eyes as I run out of the room, and for a moment, I don’t know what to feel.Should I feel bad?Should I wait and hope he chooses me?But one thing is painfully clear—I can’t stand to see him like that. Torn. Stuck.I know what it feels like to be caught between two impossible choices, especially when it comes to your child. As a parent, the thought of being separated from your kid… it’s unbearable.And I won’t be the reason he carries that burden. I won’t build hope on something that requires him to hurt his own child.That’s not love—it’s cruelty.No matter how broken I feel inside, I won’t be the one to make him choose.I dash out of the building, my heels hitting the pavement harder than I intend.My chest tightens with every step.The air outside is cool, but it does nothing to ease the heat building behind my eyes.Just as I approach the car, Christine rushes toward me, her brows furrowed in concern.“Ma’am? Are you okay?” she as

230 Only Tonight

Aria’s POVI take a sip of my drink, the cool liquid settling into the pit of my stomach like a quiet storm. My fingers curl slightly as I set the glass down on the table, the soft clink sounding louder than I expect in the quiet. “I’m sorry I had to call you out here tonight,” I say, turning toward Collins.He looks… oddly pleased, like someone who’s been waiting for this moment longer than he’s willing to admit. For someone given a last-minute call, he seems anything but inconvenienced. There’s a relaxed ease in the way he leans back, that familiar glimmer in his eyes that says I’m exactly where I want to be.He shakes his head almost instantly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, it’s nothing, Aria. In fact, I’m glad you called.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I needed to be out anyway. Been so caught up with work lately, I forgot what the outside world looked like.”I watch him for a beat—really watch him—then sniff quietly and return my gaze to the drink in front of me, th

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