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Chapter 41Darcy’s PovThe conversation with Mark, my assistant had ended when I made my way upstairs heading to my room at least to freshen up. Today was stressful and with the news that made me restless, I was so exhausted already but needed to check the scheduled appointment for the Tokyo conference call and other project. On my way, I caught sight of Adrian leaving Pink’s room, her steps slow and heavy.Her face looked like the color had drained completely. Her shoulders drooped, and she was really tired, that kind that went beyond exhaustion — it was the kind that came from fear and guilt mixed together.“Adrian, wait,” I called softly.She stopped and turned, her expression guarded. “Yes, Mr. Rodrigo?”The title hit harder than I expected. We had come too far for her to sound that distant. But I let it go.I took a phone out of my pocket, the one I’d asked Mark to buy on his way over. “I need you to take this,” I said.Her eyes flicked to it, very cautious. “I already have a ph

Chapter 43Martin’s POVMy second appearance had gone perfectly. Clean, sharp and exactly as I’d planned. She didn’t see me coming.As I sat on the couch in my bedroom, with my feet raised up on the table, and a glass of cold whiskey in hand, replaying the day’s events with utmost satisfaction.The shocking looks on her face when she saw me step out behind that tree—pure terror. That was what I wanted. She had looked so at ease at the park, laughing with that little girl, finally relaxed. That was her mistake. She let her guard down. That’s when I struck. Not physically, of course I wasn’t stupid enough to touch her in public. But the effect was just as powerful.It took only two seconds. Two seconds for her to see me and realize I could reach her anytime, anywhere. No billionaire’s mansion, no bodyguard, no new job could keep her safe from me.And I’d gotten away clean. The guard—Leo, I think she called him but he was distracted. By the time he noticed me and started running, too cl

Chapter 45Brittany’s povI’d been low for days and couldn’t explain why. Maybe I knew the reason and had refused to admit it.Everything I had planned was not going as planned. My carefully timed schedules and backup moves were collapsing because Martin Reeves had slipped up and been caught on camera. His car. His license plate. Darcy’s security team digging into it. Martin now had to keep his head down, which meant he had to disappear at a time when I needed him visible and useful. Our scheme to frame Adrian with drugs was paused for now and that made me furious.I looked at the breakfast on my plate. Mouthwatering but I don't want it. Eggs Benedict, fresh fruit, croissants, from my mother’s favorite bakery. It was all arranged perfectly, all meaningless. My mother sat across from me, cutting her food slowly while she eats. But she’d been watching me for a while and her face showed she was worried.Finally she called out “Brittany," putting down her fork. “Why aren’t you eating? Y

Chapter 47Adrian’s POVSince yesterday night my phone has been buzzing with lots of messages and I couldn't ignore it. Just this morning it had buzzed for the tenth time now and each vibration sent a jolt of fear through me.The messages scared me. Who could be doing this? I thought.I check my phone each time I hear it buzz. I knew it was an unknown number sending me another message, another photo. I knew someone was working for me. But who?But I couldn’t stop myself. My trembling fingers unlocked the screen.Another message. Another unknown number.The photo took a moment to load. When it did, my heart stopped. It was me—on stage at The Velvet Room—barely dressed under the harsh lights. My face was clear. My shame, undeniable.Underneath the photo:Does your billionaire boss know what you really are?I felt sick. My phone almost dropped from my shaking hands. This was like the fourth message since this morning and each one was worse than the last one they sent. Photos from the clu

Chapter 49Brittany’s PovThe flight to Tampa felt so long that I was beginning to hate the idea that brought us here in the first place. Even though it was under three hours.I sat in first class, watching clouds slide by while Luis kept his distance, sitting in several rows behind so it would look like we weren’t together.My head wouldn’t stop racing. What would the nurse tell me? Would she confirm that Pink was Adrian’s child, or would she say the baby had died and I’d been handed someone else? Everything I’d worked for depended on that answer. The uncertainty gnawed at me.Luis had found her: name changed to Susan Miller, working at a small clinic outside Tampa, living in an apartment complex that matched the life of someone hiding. He’d dug up her schedule and where she lived. After running for years, I still found her,she couldn’t hide far from me.The rental Luis paid for was an unremarkable beige sedan. The car does not attract people's attention. We drove through tired-looki