LOGINADELINEThe morning started with another argument, and this time every person in the room was against me. Jackson stood near the windows with his phone in one hand, Natasha sat beside me on the sofa with a worried look on her face, and Mikhail leaned against the wall with his arms folded. None of them liked the decision I had already made. I could see it in their faces before a single word was spoken. They all wanted to protect me, but I was tired of feeling protected. I wanted to fight."You shouldn't go," Jackson said firmly. "Not today."Natasha nodded immediately."The reporters are literally waiting outside Royce Industries. Every news station knows you'd definitely want to show up sooner or later."I looked from one face to another."Good."They all stared at me.Mikhail sighed."Adeline.""What?""This isn't the time to challenge them."I stood up and walked toward the window. The city looked peaceful from up there, but I knew it wasn't. Somewhere out there, people were reading
CONRAD povI had barely finished reading the morning reports when Victor walked into my office without knocking. He almost never interrupted my morning briefing unless something important had happened. The moment I looked at his face, I knew this wasn't good news. He wasn't frightened, but he wasn't calm either. He placed a folder on my desk and waited for me to look up."Speak."Victor took a slow breath."Jackson has changed direction."I leaned back in my chair."What do you mean?""He isn't spending most of his time proving Adeline is innocent anymore."I stayed quiet."He's rebuilding Devon's movements before the murder."For a few seconds, I didn't react. I simply stared at Victor while my mind worked through every possible reason Jackson would do something like that. Then I understood. If Jackson followed Devon's final day closely enough, he would eventually reach the café. Once he reached the café, he would begin asking questions I had hoped nobody would ever ask.I slowly fol
ADELINE povThe next morning felt even heavier than the last. I woke before the sun had fully risen, but I already knew Jackson would be awake. He had looked too determined to sleep after the phone call about the waitress. When I walked into the dining room, I wasn't surprised to find him standing beside the table with another cup of cold coffee. The files from yesterday were still spread across the table, but now they were joined by fresh photographs, printed maps, and new pages covered with handwritten notes.Mikhail came in a minute later, still buttoning his shirt. He looked at Jackson, then at the mountain of papers, and let out a slow breath."You didn't sleep, did you?"Jackson gave a tired smile."I closed my eyes for about twenty minutes.""And then?""I kept thinking about Devon."Mikhail let out a short laugh.Devon rubbed his forehead."The more I looked at his last day, the more I realized we were missing something."I pulled out a chair and sat down."What did your team
ADELINE povI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Devon lying on the floor with a slit throat, and every time I forced myself back to sleep, I saw the headlines calling me a murderer. By the time the sun came up, I had already given up on resting. I walked into the dining room with heavy eyes and found Jackson sitting at the table, surrounded by papers, printed photographs, an empty coffee cup, and an open laptop. It looked like he had never gone to bed at all, and judging by the dark circles under his eyes, he probably hadn't.Mikhail walked in a few moments later and quietly sat beside me. Jackson rubbed his face before looking at both of us with a serious expression that immediately made my stomach tighten. He pushed a stack of files toward the middle of the table and folded his hands together."I spent the entire night rebuilding Devon's last day," he said. "We're done looking only at his murder. Now we need to understand how he was thinking before he died.
ADELINE povWalking back into Mikhail's penthouse should have felt like freedom after spending hours inside a cold police cell. Instead, it felt like I was walking into another prison. Through the help of my lawyer and by Mikhail’s intervention, I had been released under strict bail conditions, pending trial. The heavy doors closed behind me as I stepped in, and the silence wrapped around my shoulders like a wet blanket. My body ached from exhaustion, my head pounded from answering the same questions over and over, and my heart still raced every time I remembered Devon lying on that floor. I wanted to cry, scream, or even laugh at how ridiculous my life had become, but none of those feelings came. I simply felt empty.The living room was unusually quiet. Mikhail stood near the large windows overlooking the city, staring outside with his hands behind his back. Jackson was already seated at the dining table with a laptop, several files, and a few photographs spread before him. Both men
Conrad POV The soft breeze pf the new day touched my skin from the balcony of my office…I took it all in… everythung. I liked mornings. They were honest. Morning was the only time of day when power really showed off.. where it felt so much better. I entered back into my office slowly, a warm coffee mug in my hands… Thus particular morning felt even much better… Three newspapers. Two digital summaries. One internal memo from media consultants I paid obscene amounts to predict public mood with the confidence of astrologers. Across all of them, one name repeated beautifully. Adeline Royce. Suspect. Detained. Questioned. Possible link. The words did change a little depending on publication style, but the melody was the same. I smiled a little, not too much, though… If I did then, that would imply surprise. And nothing about this outcome surprised me. When a person insists on stepping onto a battlefield they don’t understand, eventually they learn the terrain belongs to s







