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HAZEL COLLINS POVThe soft jazz music playing in the background of the hotel lounge felt entirely too cheerful for the heavy, charged atmosphere at our table. I stared down at the condensation forming on the glass of sparkling water, my mind racing as his words echoed in the quiet space between us. He wanted a chance. He wanted to earn his way back into our children's lives, back into a life I had carefully rebuilt out of the ashes of his betrayal.It was easy to build walls when you lived across an ocean. For five years, distance and time had served as my armor. Whenever the memories of those late nights in London threatened to break me, I reminded myself of how easily he had cast me aside for corporate optics and social status. But sitting here now, watching the raw, unmasked regret carved into his face, the armor felt dangerously thin."You make it sound so simple, Caleb," I said, finally raising my eyes to meet his dark, unblinking gaze. My voice was steady, but the slight tremor i

HAZEL COLLINS POVThe heavy mahogany double doors of the boardroom clicked shut behind me, sealing off the absolute wreckage Caleb Anderson had just left in his wake. My heels clicked rhythmically against the polished marble floor of the corridor as Julian walked beside me, his hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his tailored trousers."Well," Julian muttered, glancing sideways at me with a mix of amusement and lingering disbelief. "That was certainly one way to handle an engagement. The man literally set his own family legacy on fire just to clear the runway for us. Are you sure you're still immune to his charm?"I kept my gaze fixed forward, my face wearing the calm, unbreakable mask of corporate composure that I had spent years perfecting. "It wasn't charm, Julian. It was damage control. Caleb realized he couldn't trap me with corporate leverage, so he tried a different tactic. He's playing a long game, but it changes nothing between us.""If you s

HAZEL COLLINS POVThe heavy silence in the living room felt suffocating, broken only by the faint, muffled sounds of a cartoon playing from the master bedroom where the twins were safely tucked away. I stood motionless by the console table, my eyes locked on Caleb. His expression was a storm of raw fury and absolute resolve, a stark contrast to the helpless, arrogant stranger who had chased me down an airport jet bridge just days ago.Julian broke the quiet, crossing his arms over his chest as he paced toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Securing the floor is a start, Caleb, but it doesn't solve the core problem. Someone bypassed our initial security perimeter to leave that envelope at the front desk, and someone else managed to tail Martha and the kids through Central Park without triggering our private radar. That means there's a leak somewhere in our network."Caleb didn't blink. He kept his intense gaze fixed on me, but his voice cut sharply across the roo

CALEB ANDERSON POVThe black Escalade cut through the damp Manhattan night like a blade, the wet asphalt reflecting the neon glow of billboard lights and streetlamps. Inside the cabin, the air was thick with a heavy, electric silence that felt dangerous.I kept my hands locked tightly around the steering wheel, my knuckles stark white against the leather. Every single mile we drove closer to my father’s Upper East Side penthouse felt like an eternity. My mind was still reeling from the data Julian pulled up from the secure servers. For years, I had accepted my father’s cold, manipulative nature as standard corporate behavior. I thought he was just an ambitious patriarch obsessed with legacy and social status. But finding out that he had weaponized private security assets to track five-year-old children—to track my son and daughter—shattered whatever pathetic illusion of respect I had left for him.Sitting in the passenger seat beside me,

HAZEL COLLINS POVThe morning sun broke softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden streaks of light across the hardwood floor. I stood by the kitchen counter, holding a mug of black coffee while watching the city below come alive. The chaotic roar of Manhattan traffic sounded distant and muted from this high up, mirroring the sudden peace that had settled over our lives overnight.With Arthur Anderson stripped of his voting rights and the federal audit freezing the Harrington family's logistics assets, the heavy cloud of immediate danger had finally lifted. For the first time since we landed in New York, the air felt clean.Footsteps padded softly down the hallway, and a moment later, two small, sleepy figures emerged into the living room. Leo was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, wearing his gray pajama set, while Luna trailed right behind him, clutching her stuffed bunny tightly."Morning, Mommy," Luna m