LOGINDarkness swallowed the ballroom. The music died, leaving a silence so complete that even the guests seemed afraid to breathe. Then the screaming began. Crystal shattered on the marble floor. Chairs scraped back as guests stumbled in the dark, their composure dissolving into chaos. “Stay where you are!” a guard shouted. Noah was already moving. “Ava!” His voice cut through the darkness. He ignored the board members and the investors. He only cared about finding her. Emergency lights flickered, bathing the room in a dim, sinister red glow. Guests looked like ghosts beneath the crimson light. Daniel pressed his earpiece. “Report!” Only static answered. “The network is down,” a guard yelled. “Cameras are offline!” Noah scanned the room. “Ava!” “I’m here.” Noah followed the sound of her voice through the confusion, weaving between overturned chairs and frightened guests. When he finally reached her, relief struck him so hard it almost weakened his knees. He caught b
By late afternoon, the estate no longer resembled a family home; it had been transformed into a gilded fortress. Luxury cars rolled through the gates one after another, their polished exteriors reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. Men in tailored suits and women draped in designer gowns stepped onto the red-carpeted entrance, welcomed by attendants who greeted them with practiced, vacant smiles. The cameras never stopped flashing. From the second-floor window, Ava watched every arrival in silence. She had never seen so much wealth gathered in one place, yet she had never felt more like an intruder. A soft knock broke the silence. “Come in.” It was Isabella. She stepped inside wearing a floor-length champagne gown that seemed to weigh her down. Her makeup was flawless and her hair was perfectly styled, yet the expression in her eyes carried none of the excitement expected from a bride-to-be. For several seconds, neither woman spoke. Finally, Isabella broke the silence.
The estate woke before sunrise. By eight o’clock, decorators had begun transforming the grand ballroom. Fresh lilies—the same white flowers that had haunted Ava for weeks—lined the grand staircase. Crystal chandeliers were polished until they reflected every ray of light, and staff hurried through the halls carrying trays, heavy floral arrangements, and expensive table settings. To anyone passing through the estate, it looked like a dream celebration. To Ava, it looked like a funeral for the life she thought she and Noah were building. She stood on the balcony overlooking the ballroom, watching strangers prepare for an engagement she refused to believe in. “They work fast,” she murmured. “They’ve been planning this for months.” Ava turned. Lydia stood behind her, wearing an elegant ivory suit. Her posture was as flawless and cold as a marble statue. “I wondered when you’d show your face,” Ava said. “I imagine you have many questions.” “I only have one.” Lydia waited,
The invitations spread across the city faster than Noah had expected. By midday, every major business publication had confirmed the engagement celebration. Television anchors discussed the union as if it had already happened, calling it the merger of two powerful families and a defining moment for the future of the Volkov empire. At the estate, Ava switched off another television before another commentator could finish congratulating Noah and Isabella. The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Her phone vibrated for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. She ignored another unknown number before a familiar name appeared on the screen. Tessa. She answered after a long hesitation. “Ava?” “I’m here.” “What is going on?” Tessa asked. “I’ve been seeing your boyfriend’s face on every news channel. They’re saying he’s getting engaged.” Ava closed her eyes. “I know.” “You know?” Tessa sounded stunned. “Tell me they’re lying.” Ava didn’t answer. The si
Ava didn’t stop walking until she reached the east wing of the house. The hallway was empty, and the early morning light through the windows looked pale and cold. Outside, she could see reporters still waiting at the gates, their cameras flashing like distant lightning. She wrapped her arms around herself. For the first time since she met Noah, she felt completely alone. The door behind her opened. She didn’t need to turn around; she knew it was him. “I’ve been looking for you,” Noah said softly. He sounded tired. Ava let out a sad laugh. “You finally found me.” Noah stood a few feet away, giving her space. “I should have stopped this before the news found out. I should have made it clear to my mother that this engagement wasn’t happening.” “You should have,” Ava said. “I thought I had more time to fix it.” Ava looked out the window. “So did I.” There was a long, heavy silence. Finally, Noah spoke again. “When my father stepped away from the company, my mother took
The estate woke before dawn, though the air inside felt thick and stagnant, as if the walls themselves were struggling to breathe. By six o’clock, every television in the house was tuned to the same news cycle.VOLKOV HEIR’S ENGAGEMENT TO ISABELLA LAURENT EXPECTED THIS WEEKEND. The commentators spoke with clinical certainty, their voices filling the morning with talk of business mergers, shifting political influence, and the combined power of two of the country’s wealthiest dynasties. Not one of them questioned whether Noah had actually agreed to any of it. Ava stood in the corner of the living room, her hand hovering over the remote until she finally hit the power button. The screen flickered and died, but the silence that followed felt louder than the broadcast. A soft, hesitant knock came at her bedroom door. When she opened it, Daniel stood outside, his expression uncharacteristically strained. “Miss Ava,” he began, then paused. “Mrs. Volkov has arrived.” A cold, heavy knot f
Noah stepped into the house with the easy, heavy tread of a man who had spent the morning dismantling a trap. He was already shucking his jacket, ready to give her the update on the perimeter, when he saw her face. He stopped cold. "Everything’s clear," he started, his voice dropping into that cal
Ava woke up feeling like she hadn't slept at all. She’d spent half the night convincing herself the black car from the night before was just a stranger with nowhere else to go. Still, she found herself walking to the window before she even put the coffee on. The street was empty. The black car wa
The morning sun felt too bright, cutting through the haze of a night spent staring at the ceiling. Ava walked into the salon, her steps heavy, her shoulders carrying the weight of the previous evening’s kitchen-table confession. She felt like she was walking through a dream, the image of her mother
Noah sat at his desk. The office was dead quiet, but his mind was racing. His phone buzzed. He picked it up. A message from his head of security. Security: Someone has been asking questions about the shop on Fifth. Noah’s eyes narrowed. Noah: What kind of questions? A reply came almos







