LOGINLisa's POV The smooth black car slowly drove into the large driveway of the Storm mansion. Outside the compound, two guards were already waiting to open the doors for us.They opened both doors at the same time, and Vincent and I stepped out together. We did not say anything as we entered the house together. The moment we stepped into the living room, I felt how tired I was and dropped onto the leather couch with a long sigh.Vincent walked in after me, but he suddenly stopped when he saw me. I looked up at him, and our eyes met in the quiet room.Taking advantage of the quiet moment, I decided to finally ask the question that had been lingering in my mind ever since the ballroom screens went wild and Christopher's nude suddenly started playing across the large hall.“Was that your doing?” I asked, my voice cutting through the quiet.Vincent, still carrying that funny, nonchalant attitude of his, raised a brow very casually. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he unbuttoned his
Duncan's POVThe night was quiet and dark.By midnight, the living room was completely dark.Christopher and I were asleep on the couch. Completely naked.He was sleeping deeply beside me, like he didn’t know anything was happening around him.His head was resting loosely against my bare chest, his breathing even and heavy, occasionally snoring softly as his body finally rested from the trauma of the night.Then, a sudden buzz broke the silence.My phone, resting on the side table right next to the sofa, vibrated sharply against the wood.I blinked against the darkness, stretching my arm out carefully so I wouldn't disturb Christopher. I grabbed the phone, bringing the bright screen to my face, and unlocked it. My brows pulled together in surprise when I saw the name on the screen.It was a text message from Clara.“Where are you?” She texted me.Before I could even think of a reply, another message popped up right under it.“I'm alone. Can you come? I need someone to talk to.”I st
Christopher's POV Duncan pulled back quickly on the couch, his eyes wide open, breathing heavily.“Christopher….” The name broke out of Duncan's throat, filled with surprise and hesitation.I was too impatient, too desperate for something to hold onto in the dark. I leaned closer, shaking my head. “It's been so long, Duncan. I missed us…”Duncan's hands lifted automatically to my face. His fingers were warm against my cold, pale cheeks. He stared deeply into my eyes, his resistance melting away in an instant, and then he whispered, “Yeah, it's been so long. I missed us too.”Duncan didn't wait a single second longer. He closed the distance and smashed his lips against my mouth.The kiss was heavy, deep, and chaotic—a sudden release of years of hidden tension. His mouth moved against mine with a fierce intensity, pulling me completely out of my nightmare and drowning me in the heat of the moment. We tangled together on the cushions, our breaths mingling as the kiss grew deeper, ha
Christopher's POV My hands were trembling violently as I reached out, trying to touch her shoulder to pull her close, to fix the broken pieces.Clara was still shaking violently on the floor, completely traumatized by how I had almost strangled her to death. She shrunk away from me, her chest heaving as she cried and shuddered under the weight of the terror.I tried to touch her again, reaching for her arm. “Clara, please, just let me—”Suddenly, she flared up.With whatever strength she had left, she violently slapped my hands away from her. She forced herself up, leaning against the wall, and looked up at me. Her eyes were terribly red, swollen, and filled with a burning hatred I had never seen before.“Don't touch me! You bastard!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and raw from being choked. “No wonder your wife left you! Lisa died because of you! I wish I didn't let myself fall in love with you! In my next life, I'd have helped Lisa poison you and end your life before you killed
Christopher's POV The ride home was very quiet and uncomfortable. Nobody said a word. But as soon as we entered the house and the door closed behind us, everything changed.Duncan had stayed behind at the venue to help clear out some things, so it was just Clara and me who came back home.The moment I stepped into the living room, I didn't even take off my jacket. I just dragged my tired feet across the floor, completely exhausted, and collapsed onto the sofa like a lifeless body.I leaned completely back into the cushions, running both hands over my face, before blindly reaching up to loosen the suffocating knot of my tie. I was utterly frustrated, empty, and bleeding inside.Clara walked in right behind me. Her face was twisted into a harsh, deep frown. Without a word, she gripped her purse and flung it violently across the room. It hit the opposite side of the couch with a heavy thud.She marched over, stopping right in front of me, breathing heavily;“So, what do you have to say
Christopher's POV Vincent's words landed one by one like stones dropping into still water.I looked up. My eyes were wet but my voice came out stronger than I expected."That's not me." I lied. Clean and smooth.Vincent said nothing."Dad." I held his gaze. "You have to believe me. That wasn't me. The video is fake. It's AI, it's a deepfake—someone made it to destroy me, and they chose tonight on purpose."I swallowed hard. "I will find whoever did this. I’ll trace where it came from, find everyone involved, and bring them to you. I promise you."My voice cracked. "Please. I need you here. I need you to believe me. I swear that video is fake.”Vincent looked at me for a long moment.Then he uncrossed his arms and took one slow step closer."It could be fake, Christopher," he said quietly. "The video could be AI. It could be a deepfake. It could be anything."He paused, then continued again;"But you are apologising to the wrong person.Vincent's eyes moved sideways toward where Elena
Lisa's POV I was still in shock, my mind refusing to fully accept what I was seeing in front of me. Vincent had actually captured these men… all of them. And no matter how many times I tried to process it, my thoughts kept circling back to the same question—how on earth had he managed to find the
Lisa's POV The sound of the scissors slicing through the thick expensive wrapping filled the living room slowly, almost too slowly, and for some reason my heartbeat started rising with every layer Marcos tore away.The colorful leather wrapping fell to the floor piece by piece while the giant cart
Lisa's POV I was still standing by the staircase, staring at Vincent like I had just seen something unreal, something that didn’t quite belong to this world, and my brain honestly refused to process what had just happened in front of me.One second there were dozens of powerful men in expensive su
Lisa's POV The next morning, I woke up in Vincent’s room.For a moment, I just lay there, completely still, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling like my brain was struggling to catch up with reality. The room itself looked nothing like anything I had ever seen before—exotic, expensive, almost unreal







