LISA’S POVNo one knew what I had done.Not even Ethan.As I sat in my apartment, the glow of my laptop screen casting dim brightness across the room, I held the small flash drive between my fingers, turning it over, feeling the weight of it, the weight of the truth it carried, everything that has been their little secret. The secrets on this device could change everything. They could shatter Ethan’s trust, expose the lies we’d both unknowingly built our lives around, and worst of all confirm my deepest fear.I took a deep breath and plugged it in.The screen flickered, and my heart pounded as the hidden files I had extracted from Windsor’s system started loading. A flurry of encrypted messages, financial transactions, confidential reports all laid bare before me. I clicked through them quickly, my eyes darting across lines of text, trying to make sense of what I am seeing.And then, I saw it.A name I hadn’t expected.Mr. Carter.It was highlighted in an email thread between Windsor

Ethan’s POVI barely had time to process the call before I was in my car, racing toward the scene.Lisa.Lisa’s car had exploded.My sister.I could barely breathe as I gripped the steering wheel, the car was speeding real fast. My heartbeat pounded so bad, and I could hear each beat of it, and it was drowning out every rational thought in me.This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.Please be alive. Please be alive.When I arrived, the entire street was a disaster. Cops cars, firefighters, paparazzi and paramedics swarmed the area, their flashing lights casting reflections off the broken glass littering the pavement. Smoke still curled from what remained of Lisa’s car a charred, twisted wreck. The acrid scent of burning metal and gasoline clung to the air, making me want to poke.I stumbled out of my car, almost tripping over my own feet.“Lisa!” I screamed, pushing past officers, ignoring the hands trying to restrain me. “Where is she? Where’s my sister?!”A paramedic grabbed my

CHRIS’ POVEthan Carter has no idea what’s coming for him.I sit in my office. The skyline is alive with moving cars speeding down the streets below, people hurrying home, oblivious to the game unfolding above them.I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, watching as it catches the light, the slow rotation mirroring the calculated patience with which I’ve orchestrated every step of my plan.Ethan walks around with that air of confidence, believing he belongs, believing he’s untouchable. It’s almost laughable. He has no idea that every move he makes has already been anticipated, that the ground beneath him is cracking with each passing second.And soon, he’ll fall.He’s just another pawn in a game I’ve been playing for years.And now, I’m about to make my final move.He won’t see it coming.The first plan didn't work, the second one will. The first step is easy.Money.The Windsor company is a powerhouse, a legacy built over generations. But every great empire has cracks in its foundat

Zara’s POVThe house felt eerily quiet after Ethan was taken away. The tension still clung to the air, suffocating me. I sat on the edge of my bed, gripping the sheets as my mind spiraled.He looked so angry when he was dragged out in handcuffs.And the worst part?I did nothing to stop it.I buried my face in my hands. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Ethan swore he was innocent, but the evidence was undeniable. And now, everything felt like a mess.A knock at my door made me snap out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I called, my voice hoarse.The door creaked open, and Chris stepped inside, looking way too pleased for someone who had just witnessed his brother-in-law being arrested.“Zara,” he said smoothly, shutting the door behind him. “I just wanted to check on you. I know this must be… hard for you.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I don’t even know what to think, Chris.”He sat down beside me, a little too close for my liking. “You shouldn’t have to think, Zara. The truth is rig

Zara’s POV I never thought I’d find myself standing in front of this door again. It had been years since I last saw Adrian. He was a ghost from my past, a man I swore I’d never need again. But here I was, knocking on his door, my pride buried beneath layers of desperation. The door swung open, revealing Adrian in a loose black shirt and jeans, his dark eyes scanning me with amused curiosity. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well,” he drawled, tilting his head. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again, princess. What brings you to my humble abode?” I inhaled sharply, keeping my expression unreadable. “I need your help.” His smirk widened. “Of course, you do.” Adrian was one of the best ethical hackers in the industry. I