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Ryan's POV.Power wasn't about having the spotlight. It was about controlling who stood under it, and right now Declan Westwood was basking in it like it was his birthright.I was so angry and I knew that somewhere across the town, he was probably holding Isabella's hand, smiling for the cameras and pretending to be the golden boy my grandmother never deserved to raise. He was just adopted and adored. It was so pathetic. He wasn't even one of us by blood and yet he had our grandmother's kiss on his cheek. Her trust in his decisions and the worst of all is Isabella. I curled my fingers into fists at my sides. Isabella should have been mine, instead she paraded on Declan's arm, dressed in diamonds and designer clothes like I never meant a damn thing to her. And my grandmother who was my own blood looked at her like she was the second coming of Grace. And there wasn't any way I was going to sit still and let all of this happen right before my eyes. I had finally come to a decision a

Isabella's POV.It had been two days since I was able to seek help from Eleanor. I was so happy that the matter was able to die down even before it was made public. Declan told me that he had a business meeting to attend and his grandmother had asked to see me. So I accepted her wish and just when I was about to push open the door of her estate. The raised voices drew me down the hallway.“You have gone too far Ryan” she said and I paused in my tracks. I hid behind the grand pillar in the corridor as the words sliced through the silence as glass. “Oh have I?” I heard a deep voice ask and I recognized the voice to belong to Ryan. “It went too far for me when you decided that Declan deserved everything I had worked so hard for. He was adopted by you grandmother, let me remind you that he was adopted. And you think that he has the right to carry our bloodline name into the presidency?” Ryan said and I stepped forward, unable to hold myself anymore. They were in their grandmother's pri

Levi's POV.I sat in my car and my engine was off. I was just left staring at the sky through my car glass window. For the first time in a long while I wanted to feel the ache. I wanted to remember every mistake and every betrayal, especially hers.Isabella. She used to say my name like it meant something and now it echoed in my mind as though it was a curse. And then Mia didn't just leave my life peacefully, she left after ripping out what was left of me and handed it to someone else. Ryan West of all people.My phone buzzed and lit up with a number I didn't recognize. There was no name, no message. Just an address and some few words.COME ALONE. WE HAVE A COMMON ENEMY.I read out in my mind but the message screamed as though it was a trap for me. But pain had a way of turning my caution into my curiosity.I turned on my car engine as I pressed on the brakes and zoomed off. I was going to find out who had sent me that anonymous message.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The building I had arrived in

Mia's POV.The sound of the blue dryer buzzed in the background. I leaned back in the salon chair with a warm towel wrapped around my shoulders as I pretended not to listen. But I was listening closely. “Did you see the way he looked at her that day?” One of the stylists whispered behind me with a low voice but her voice was not low enough, so I was perfectly hearing everything she was saying. “I mean come on a court marriage in secret?” she said and my heart skipped a beat as the other stylist giggled.“Yes and the funniest part in the whole display is that Declan Westwood told his assistant right there in front of us that the contract details don't leak. That it was business to them” I grabbed onto the hand of my chair as I tried to process everything I just heard. A contract? and a business? How did it even correspond with each other?“You mean Isabella and Declan's marriage isn't even real?” the first stylist asked as she gasped as though she had just been told that the royal f

Declan's POV.Isabella had left the room and I was all alone by myself trying to figure out the necessary things I needed to do to stop Mia from saying anything to the public.“Why do you always seem so calm even when the world is burning?” Isabella said, bashing into my room again and I placed a hand on my forehead. “I thought you left,” I muttered.“I wanted to leave but I couldn't leave” she said and I walked closer to her until I stood in front of her. “You asked me why I always remain so calm whenever the world is burning and I want to also ask you why you always seem to be running away from something. Even when you are still standing still” I asked her and she shook her head at me. “What does that even mean?” “You have to tell me what it means” I voiced out and the air between us shifted.They were unspoken words in the air and she didn't look away this time. I could see the storm in her eyes, flickering behind her braveness. I could see that there was something vulnerable o