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POV Simon (Before)I left the company building just as the sun began setting, staining the sky with shades of orange and violet over the city skyline. The rush driving me wasn’t professional; it felt visceral, almost irrational. I felt like a watchman, or perhaps a bodyguard, but the most accurate title was fool.I drove my car, an inconspicuous model, through the well-maintained streets leading to Amy’s neighborhood. Not only that, but I parked a considerable distance away, right past the corner, where the trees’ shadow would shield me from curious eyes. I turned off the engine and leaned back in my seat, feeling the tension coil in my shoulders.I stood there, parked on the street, like a teenager waiting for the girl he liked. It was insane. I had never acted this way with any woman. People knew me for my composure, my pragmatism, and my emotional detachment. But Amy… Amy was the anomaly who destroyed all my rules.From a distance, I saw the first luxury vehicle of the night stop i

POV ReginaI left Antony and Megan’s house seething with frustration before dinner even ended. I had zero interest in seeing Amy succeed and marry Warren, no matter how much my father insisted their marriage would bring significant benefits to our family. Not only that, but I wanted to see Amy ruined.Amy’s sheer audacity in demanding the full loan repayment within a month was a spectacular move; I had to admit she was surprising me! I knew Warren was bluffing, but Amy had ruined the calculated perfection of the evening.I got into my car, which I had parked a little further down the street next to Aaron’s. Likewise, I was about to start the engine, eager to get home and take out my frustration on Maia, when my eyes fixed on a strange movement in the shadows of the property’s large hedge.I stopped the car and waited. And then I saw him: Simon.He was hiding, a tall, dark silhouette in the shadows, watching the front door. W

POV WarrenWhiskey and fury kept me awake through the small hours, but when the sun rose, my mind was cold, sharp, and resolute. The anonymous threat about Amy and Simon had turned a business dispute into something personal and dark. This was no longer just about April Enterprises; it was about betrayal and my pride.I needed a plan, and I needed an accomplice who wouldn’t hesitate to cross the line.I drove to Aaron’s house. He had always been the weakest link, the most envious of Antony’s success, and the easiest to manipulate with promises of power and money. He could never accept that his younger, less capable brother got the entire inheritance while he only received the scraps left for their mother.Aaron greeted me in his office, unshaven and wearing the look of a man who hadn’t slept well after the previous night’s disaster of a dinner.“Your presence brings back unpleasant memories,” he said, his vo

POV SimonI sat in the lawyer’s office, the one I hired to defend Amy, trying to appear composed, but inside, I was a wreck of anxiety and frustration. I checked the watch on my wrist for the fifth time in ten minutes. She was late.“Simon, relax,” he said, closing a case file with a dry snap. “Amy’s on her way. Traffic on Main Avenue is always unpredictable.”I nodded, unable to relax. I had never felt this impatient, this anxious to see someone. The adrenaline that usually energized me during a negotiation now morphed into an almost juvenile nervousness.My mind raced back to the night before. To the darkness of Antony’s garden, to the confession I had foolishly blurted out. “I care because you’re the first woman I’ve ever truly loved.”I remembered the shock in Amy’s eyes, the heat of our kiss, and how she had yielded to my touch, responding with an urgency that seemed to mi

POV AmyI felt trapped on a runaway rollercoaster. The car slowly picked up speed, rushing faster with every second, slicing through city traffic, and I knew it was too late to run. I had just opened the door to last night’s topic, and now, however much I wanted to stop it, I was too late to backpedal.My words echoed in the silent car. I hadn’t intended to meet him right now, but the more I ran, the more Simon caught me in his seduction trap.“You told me Warren suspects we’re together,” Simon said, his voice remaining calm but with an intensity that pierced my armor. “Was that why I found you alone at the bus stop? Was that why you had to flee from him?”I took a deep breath, unable to lie. “Yes,” I replied, feeling a knot form in my throat. I wanted to say more, to explain the humiliation, the fear, but the words just wouldn’t come out.He didn’t pressure my silence. Instead, he s