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Demi's POV I didn’t sleep.Not a wink.After Freddy stormed out of my apartment last night, leaving the air heavy with his threat, I sat on the cold marble floor until the sun started bleeding through the curtains. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold the glass of wine. I poured myself at three in the morning. The glass trembled in my grip, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim, staining my fingers like blood. My head replayed every word he said, the sharp crack of his hand against the wall beside me, the venom in his voice when he told me I was poison.He hated me.No – worse. He despised me.And still, some twisted part of me clung to the sound of my name on his lips. To the weight of his presence in my home. To the undeniable proof that, even if only in fury, Freddy Montgomery had come to me.But fear had its claws deep in me now. Every creak in the apartment made me jump. Every vibration of my phone sent panic shooting through my chest. I kept picturing him – F

Jessica's Pov California, 1990The little restaurant was tucked away on a quiet corner of the city, dimly lit and intimate, with violins playing softly in the background. I sat across from George, in a little black dress he had gotten for me on a little trip to Italy. My palms were a little damp as she smoothed them down the fabric of her dress. He had insisted on this date night – something about “celebrating a milestone,” though he had been infuriatingly vague about what exactly he meant.George, as always, looked calm yet alive in a way that made her heart skip. His dark eyes never seemed to stray from her face for long, and now, as the waiter placed wine before them and retreated, George, in a three-piece suit, leaned across the table, grinning like a man who had just stumbled into a treasure.“You know,” he said, voice low and full of warmth, “you’re the most beautiful woman in this room. Actually, scratch that – you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”I blushed, laughi

Jessica's Pov California, 1991I will never forget that day. The way my heart dropped when the knock sounded on the door. It was neither polite nor hurried.It was heavy from the weight of bad news. I remember wiping my hands on the apron – I had been making George's favourite vanilla cake. Kaelia was only a few months old and resting in her bassinet, humming softly to herself.When I opened the door, I half expected to see George, but the man standing there was pale.Not bright and beautiful like the man who had rocked my world. His face was blotched red as if he had been crying before he reached here.He worked with George. I knew his face well from the business meetings, the dinners, the polite exchanges in the Montgomery Grand. But when I saw his eyes, my chest dropped. He didn't say hello. He did not attempt to step in. Just stood outside the door, looking into my eyes as he spoke, “Jessice, I'm sorry,”I shook my head, “Sorry for what? Where's George? He had not been back

Jessica's Pov California, 1991The townhouse was not a home. The walls were peeling, and mold gathered in the corners. The people there were anything but nice. “A baby doesn't belong here,” some people muttered. But I didn't have a choice, so I stayed. At night, rats scurried on the floor. Sometimes, Kaelia cried, and people cursed under their breath. One time, a man threw a shoe at me, narrowly missing Kaelia's head. I wanted so badly to crawl my way back to the world that George had promised me, but it was gone. Still, I endured.I still had my job at the boutique, though the girls there were hostile, and between Kaelia's healthcare and feeding, I didn't have much left to survive on. Most nights, I was unable to pay. But the kind landlady let me stay. However, one evening, I came back to meet the landlady standing by my bed.“Your rent is late,” She said, “You pay tomorrow, or you're out.”Something about the way she said it told me she was put up to it. William struck ag

Kaelia's POV Two hours later, I lay on the floor, staring at the glowing screen of my laptop. Rachelle sat cross-legged on the bed, next to TJ, whom she had been unable to get her eyes off since they arrived. It was close to evening now, and soon, I would have to start heading home. We'd put the app to use, and what we were seeing was unexpected. Everything I’d unearthed so far pointed to William Montgomery's hands as being dirtier than anyone could imagine. “Okay,” TJ said as he leaned closer to me, peering into the laptop, “Your app is good – like, scary good. But to catch something like offshore accounts, you need to refine the search. They hide these behind layers, layers, and layers. Think of it like peeling an onion, except every layer is trying to make sure you choke before you get to the core.”We'd logged in everything that Rachelle had brought along with her. Everything we needed to get the app fully operational. And somehow, we'd ended up going down a rabbit hole of