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