MasukCLAYâS POVI took one quick look at Jodie, and it confirmed my fear. She handed me the thumb drive with trembling hand and I excused myself without another word. Anyta gave me a quick look of concern but she didnât stop me as I walked out. I was grateful for that small gesture, because I needed to do this alone. I slipped into her small study at the back of the house, closed the door and sat down at the desk. The laptop screen glowed in the dark room. My hands felt heavy as I plugged the drive in.The files loaded one after the other. At first it was what I expectedâbank records, emails, timestamps all tied Victor directly to the leaks and the press play. These were top solid stuffs, and I felt grateful to Jodie.I saw a black folder, sitting on its own. Curiosity got the best of me, and I tapped on it. The intials âM.Gâ stared back at me, as I did a double take.M.G. My mother. Maria Grayson. I huffed in disbelief as I contemplated if I wanted to know what was in the file.I finally
ANYTAâS POVClay stepped back into the hallway, after I switched off Teddyâs bulbs. âPhilip says Jodie has something she needs to deliver personally. She doesnât trust sending it any other way. Would you be comfortable with us using your dining room to work through this tonight?âI didnât hesitate at all. âYes. Whatever you need at all. Letâs do it.âClay nodded gratefully, already pulling out his phone. He made the calls quickly, first to his legal team, then Philip and Jodie. Within thirty minutes my quiet dining room turned into a war room. Their laptops were opened on the long table. The papers spread out, and I silently prayed that no coffee tipped off and spilled over them. I moved silently between them, refilling the cups and clearing space, turning my home into the center of a battle.I kept looking at Jodie, not fully trusting her, but not saying any of it to Clay. I quietly carried out my duties, moving between the kitchen and the dining. I didnât expect them to be that nois
CLAYâS POVI stood in the hallway, my phone pressed to my ear, the soft glow from Teddyâs nightlight spilling out behind me. Philipâs voice was clipped and urgent on the other end.âBoss, itâs bad. Victor went straight to the major network this time. Heâs sitting down for a full interview first thing in the morning, and heâs hell bent on dropping everything about Owen Grayson. Heâs got financial data from that accountant we thought we had locked down. Heâs claiming that youâve been running a decades-long fraudulent shadow operation through Grey. Itâs a scorched-earth play, but heâs painting you as the villain who inherited your daddyâs dirty empire and made it worse.âI pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning against the wall. âHow much time do we have left?ââUntil morning at least. Theyâre promoting it heavily. If we donât respond before it airs, the story lands and everything weâve built scatters. Heâs timed it perfectly.â He said with a huff.âPrepare the counter-narrative,â I said
CLAYâS POVWe went upstairs together without saying much. Teddyâs nightlight cast a soft blue glow across the room. The little boy was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction. Anyta moved first, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pulling him gently into her arms.âHey, baby,â she whispered. âBad dream?âTeddy nodded against her shoulder. âThere was a monster at the gate.â He said, pointing at a spot in the wall.I stayed by the door for a second watching them both, then walked over and sat on the other side of the small bed. The frame creaked a little under my weight. Anyta tucked the blanket around Teddyâs legs while I adjusted the pillow behind him.âYouâre safe, little man,â I told him quietly. âNo monsters get past us. I promise.âTeddy looked at me with those big trusting eyes. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed my hand with both of his small warm fingers. He held on tight, before he sighed and closed his eyes. Within seconds
CLAYâS POVI walked in and closed the door behind me with a soft click that echoed in the quiet house. The city hummed low outside the windows, a distant backdrop of lights and life that felt miles away. Anyta stood in the hallway, waiting in the glow of the single lamp in the living room corner. I knew Teddy was upstairs probably with Alice.She didnât mention the video even if I knew that it hurt her. What mattered now was the truth weâd been circling for far too long.âCome sit,â I said gently and made space for her.We settled on the living room floor, our backs against the couch. I rubbed my palms over my jeans, gathering courage.âI need to say this the right way,â I began, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.Anyta looked at me, her soft eyes patient and searching in the dim light.âWhat Iâm about to say didnât start recently,â I told her. âIt was years ago, during high school, down back to when you were still married to Everett. I hated myself for feeling it then,
ANYTAâS POVI stayed at the cafĂ© table longer than I should have, and I kept staring at the video on my phone. It was clearly the security footage from outside my house.I tried not to read, but my curiosity got the best of me. I opened my socials, and the comments were already vicious.âGold digger.ââBad mother.ââUsing her son for money while sleeping with some thug.âI felt sick in my stomach, and bile rose up to my mouth. I couldnât break down in a public cafe. No!My phone started ringing immediately, Lauraâs name flashed on the screen.I answered. âLaura.ââAnyta, Iâve seen the video,â she said, already in full crisis mode. âItâs spreading very fast. Iâm pulling together a statement already. We need to get ahead of this. Are you home?ââNo, Iâm at a public cafĂ©,â I replied, voice shaky. âPeople are staring at me.ââStay calm and donât omment or agree on anything. Iâm drafting something neutral, and Iâm solely on focusing on privacy and false narratives. Send me any details you
ANYTA'S POVThe old lady's hardened as she folded her hands on the table. âI said Siennaâs planning something stinky. I just haven't found out what yet.âMy stomach tightened. I tightened my fingers around the fork and swallowed again as I felt my brows knit together. âWhy do you think that?âShe w
EVERETTâS POVMotherâs parties always felt like funerals with too much booze, to me.Probably because I could see through the fakeness of multiple friends and family who rarely reached out unless they needed help urgently.Or in this case, when they attended parties my mother hosted to lessen her b
ANYTAâS POVThe house felt all wrong the next night.Nothing was out of place when I returned from work to meet a comfy Alice lounging in the living room.Nothing was missing either. And yet every slight sound landed too loud in my chest. It all started after Alice left.My paranoia grew so much, I
EVERETTâS POVâMr. AshbourneâŠMr Ashbourne?âI looked up slowly, irritation already coiling tight in my chest. Twelve faces stared back at me, varying degrees of discomfort and expectation etched into them.The quarterly projections glowed on the screen behind them, numbers Iâd reviewed a hundred ti







