Kelvin's POV I thought revealing my identity would end the war.Turns out, it only changed the battlefield.Now the enemy isn’t just Zac, or Justin, or their underground schemes. It’s the blinding flashes, the microphones shoved in my face, the endless headlines twisting every move I make. The moment my face hit the screen, the media pounced like vultures sensing fresh meat.“Kelvin Flynn spotted buying coffee alone, where's Brianna?”“Is Eclipse Group’s CEO hiding another secret heir?”“Kelvin Flynn’ morning jog fuels marriage rumors.”The absurdity is laughable until it’s not.They’re everywhere. Outside my estate. Following my car. Posing as delivery drivers, janitors, even fake fans just to get a closer look. Every step I take is watched, recorded, dissected. I can’t breathe without someone wanting a quote or a photo.“Sir, we need to move now,” one of the new bodyguards says as I step out of the office.I glance at him tall, scar-faced, alert. He’s one of the A4 elites Lydia hir

Kelvin's POV The night is quiet too quiet.I sit alone in my study, the warm glow of my desk lamp casting long shadows on the wall. I try to focus on the stack of reports in front of me, but the words blur together. My thoughts keep drifting to Brianna. To Lydia. To everything spiraling out of control since I revealed my identity.I lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.How did it all get so complicated?The knock on the door pulls me out of my haze. I expect it to be one of the new bodyguards, maybe checking in but when I open the door, it’s Brianna.She walks in like she belongs here. Her heels click softly against the marble, her perfume trailing behind her like a memory. She smiles gently, holding a bottle of wine.“I figured we could have a proper evening. Just us.”I nod, stepping aside. “You didn’t have to.”“I wanted to,” she replies, brushing past me. “It’s been tense lately. I miss... this. Us.”We sit down on the couch, glasses in hand, and for a while, it’s peace

Kelvin's POV The air has felt different lately, heavier. There’s a buzz around me I can’t shake eyes watching, shadows moving. Ever since I went public, I’ve become a target in a different way. It’s no longer about corporate sabotage; now it’s personal. Every handshake could be poison, every smile a lie.Eddy's been quiet since the doctor cleared him. I expected him to take it easy, but I should have known better. That man doesn’t know how to sit still. He’s somewhere out there, and I know better than to think he’s just resting. He’s hunting, calculating, and watching the very walls that surround me.The last few days, I’ve noticed something odd about one of my bodyguards . He’s attentive but too perfect. Memorizes my schedule down to the second. And when I double back or change course, there’s the slightest flicker of hesitation in his expression. Not fear. Not concern. Calculation.I didn’t say anything to Eddy. I figured I’d monitor the situation, but something told me he already

Lydia’s POV The dossier on Brianna is disappointingly clean. Too clean. I flip through the pages again, searching for something a skeleton in her closet, a financial irregularity, anything I can use to tear her down. Nothing. My fingers tighten around the edge of the folder. Fine. If she won’t give me ammunition, I’ll make my own. I dial the number of the man I hired a handsome, disposable face with a talent for manipulation. “It’s a go,” I say quietly. “Make sure the reporters get the shot.” He chuckles. “She won’t know what hit her.” I hang up, staring out the window at the city lights. This is war. Brianna’s POV The club pulses with music and bodies, the bass thrumming through my veins. I shouldn’t be here. Not with everything happening Zac’s games, Lydia’s investigation, Kelvin’s growing distance. But I needed to forget. Just for one night. The vodka tonic in my hand is my third or is it fourth? My head swims, the edges of the room blurring. That’

Kelvin's POV For a moment, I think maybe they've both calmed down. Lydia is quiet, arms folded, brows furrowed in silent protest. Brianna leans back, arms crossed, eyes burning into mine with that mixture of passion and indignation only she can deliver.Then, like a storm cloud tearing open, Brianna speaks again.“Kelvin, you can't have two women in your life. You either choose or you lose both.”Her voice is sharp, echoing off the walls like a warning shot. Lydia doesn't even flinch. She's waiting, ready to pounce, and when she does, her words are laced with venom.“Then let him lose both,” Lydia snaps. “I'm not a second option. I never was.”I feel the heat rise in my chest. This isn’t just personal. It’s professional. Lydia is my right hand at Eclipse, sharp and resourceful. But Brianna Brianna brings influence, connections, and a billion-dollar brand to the table. A marriage with her could catapult the company into a global powerhouse.I rake my hands through my hair. The weight