LOGINElara's POV"Four minutes," I repeated. "That's it?""That's it. Move."Dara was already at the door, easing it open just enough to check the corridor before pulling it wide. I followed her out, my legs still not entirely convinced they belonged to me, and the cold air outside that room hit my face like something I hadn't realised I'd been missing.The corridor was narrow. Made of concrete and industrial lighting, the kind that buzzed the same way the bulb in my room had, like the whole building ran on one tired generator that resented being asked to do anything."Where are we?" I whispered."Warehouse. Queen's side." Dara didn't slow down. "Don't ask me how I know that, ask me later."Fair enough.She moved fast and quiet, hugging the wall, and I matched her pace even though every part of my body wanted to sit down somewhere and process the fact that I'd just woken up in a locked room for the second time in five years. There would be time for processing later. Right now there was a
Elara's POVUrgh. What the hell?My head throbbed like something had been taken out of it and put back incorrectly. Slowly I opened my eyes and the first thing that hit me was the smell — antiseptic and something stale underneath it that immediately felt wrong.That's weird. Wasn't I just heading to my car?The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. A single bulb overhead, buzzing faintly. I blinked at it for a moment trying to get my bearings and then the memories started coming back in pieces. The car park. Bay fourteen. The indicators blinking. Something behind me that didn't belong.Shit.I was kidnapped. Again.I sat up slowly and immediately regretted it — the room tilted hard and I gripped the edge of the cot until everything decided to stay still. My head was pounding, my mouth tasted like chemicals, and somewhere at the back of my throat the sweetness of chloroform was still sitting there reminding me exactly how I'd ended up horizontal on a cot in a room I didn't recognise.Kidnap
Elara's POV"Grant.""Ian Vance came to my building this morning."A pause. Liam didn't say anything unless it needed to be said."How far did he get?""The lobby. Ivy handled it.""But….""He left a card." I turned my pen over on the desk once. "With his personal number. Said to tell me he knows."The line was quiet for a moment. Outside my window the afternoon light had gone flat, the gold drained out of the skyline while I'd been sitting here."And?" Liam said."And nothing. He left.""Elara.""I'll see you tomorrow," I said. "Same place. Eight o'clock."There was a brief silence."Alright," he said.The call ended.I set the phone down and looked at it for a moment. Then I looked at the drawer. I pulled the contract back in front of me and picked up my pen.Ian was planning something most likely and I didn’t like it. My eyes drifted to my phone. Four - fifteen.Guess I should start packing up. Suddenly the phone began to vibrate and Sullivan’s name popped up on the screen.For a
Elara's POV"Ms. Rhodes.""Leave it on the desk."Ivy set something down and withdrew without another word. I kept my eyes on the contract in front of me — a supplier renewal with three clauses that needed restructuring before I'd sign anything. I finished the paragraph, made a note in the margin then turned the page.Then I reached for whatever Ivy had left.It was a cream stock card with a clean serif font on the front.Ian Vance. Vance Industries. CEO.I turned it over and noticed four words in handwriting I recognised before I'd finished reading them.We need to talk.With a number below it.I set the card down on the desk.Oh Vance…..I picked up my pen and found my place in the contract. Read the same clause I'd already read twice and made a second note beside the first one."Ivy."She appeared in the doorway."The supplier clause on page seven," I said. "Get legal to redraft the liability section before the end of day. And move the four o'clock to tomorrow morning.""Of course.
Ian's POVThe lobby of SM Group's New York office was exactly what I'd expected.Understated and precise. The kind of space that didn't need to announce itself because everything in it already did, the staff who moved without hurrying and the reception desk positioned so that anyone who walked through the front door arrived at it naturally.I walked through the front door.The receptionist looked up before I reached the desk. Young, composed, the particular alertness of someone trained to read arrivals before they spoke."Good morning." Her smile was professional. "Do you have an appointment?""I don't.""Can I take your name?""Ian Vance."She typed something without looking away from me. "And who are you here to see, Mr. Vance?""Elara Rhodes."Nothing moved in her expression."Ms. Rhodes is unavailable without a prior appointment. I can check availability for a scheduled—""Tell her Ian Vance is in the lobby."A brief pause. Then she reached for her phone.I stepped back from the d
Camila's POVThe debrief with Petra took eleven minutes.I know because I watched the clock above her desk the entire time she spoke. Supplier contacts, partnership renewals, the Milano collaboration confirmation, a press request from a fashion journal that wanted a feature on the Vale Group rebrand. Petra went through each item with the efficiency I paid her for and I nodded at the right moments and said the right things and gave her what she needed to continue operating.When she left I sat behind my desk and looked at the wall.The meeting had been two hours ago.I was still sitting with it.That was the problem. I didn't sit with things. I processed, I moved, I decided. Sitting with something was what other people did — people who hadn't learned early enough that the moment you stopped moving was the moment everything caught up with you.But Elara Rhodes had looked at me across that boardroom table with those eyes and I was still sitting with it two hours later like a woman who'd
Liam's POVThe fabric samples had been spread across the worktable since seven.By eleven I'd moved three of them and left the rest exactly where they were.Marco, my head designer, stood on the other side of the table waiting for me to say something useful. I could feel him waiting. He had that pa
Elara's POV I followed Ian out of the fashion show and kept my distance, slipping behind a marble pillar in the corridor. My pulse was steady, trained to hide itself; my breath slow. From my hiding place I could hear him—low, flat—answering a call.“You need to hurry up with Camila,” his mother’s
Elara's POV “What are you thinking about, Mum?” Noah’s small voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Nothing much, dear,” I said softly, smiling at him. “I was just remembering the day I gave birth to my lovely triplets. I love you, my children.”“Mum,” Emily said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “we
Elara's POV My fingers trembled so hard I could barely unlock my phone. One deep breath. One last ounce of courage. Then I hit send — the recording, Ian’s confession, every single shred of betrayal he had thrown at me. I attached it all with a note that burned like poison on my tongue.> “Let’s se







