🌙 Chapter: 29 February — His POV
Today is my birthday.
Not the kind people celebrate.
Not the kind people wait for with excitement.
This one—
means something else.
Today, I finally get the legal rights over Watson Enterprises.
Control.
Authority.
Power.
Everything that was always meant to be mine—
becomes mine.
At least for now…
this internal war is over.
The past one month has been—
hectic.
Not in the way normal people understand.
Not stress.
Not pressure.
I'm used to that.
This was different.
Corporate decisions.
Endless meetings.
Negotiations that felt more like silent battles.
Alliances forming.
Breaking.
Reforming again.
And in between all of that—
one thing stayed constant.
Her.
The love of my life .
Jay Jay.
I told myself she wasn't important.
Again and again.
Like repetition would make it true.
Like logic could overwrite something I couldn't control.
"She doesn't matter."
"She's just part of the plan."
"This was never real."
Lies.
Every single one of them.
She is important.
More than she should be.
More than I ever intended.
She is the reason I pushed everything this far.
The reason I didn't stop.
The reason I couldn't afford to lose.
And the reason—
I couldn't afford to be weak.
I broke her.
The thought didn't come with guilt anymore.
It came with clarity.
I broke her trust.
I messed everything up.
I chose strategy over truth.
Power over honesty.
Control over… her.
And now—
I have everything.
Money.
Power.
Control
Everything I thought I needed.
Everything I told myself would be enough.
But it isn't.
Because she's not here.
My jaw tightened slightly.
That doesn't matter.
Not right now.
Because now—
I can fix it.
Now, I can go back.
Now, I can protect her.
Keep her safe.
Keep my brother safe.
Keep everything where it should be.
This time—
on my terms.
A knock came at the door.
Sharp. Measured.
"Come in."
The door opened, and one of the elders stepped inside.
Calm expression.
Respectful posture.
But his presence alone carried weight.
"Today is an important day," he said.
"I'm aware."
He gave a slight nod.
"Everything is ready. The guests have arrived. It's time."
Time.
I adjusted the cuffs of my suit slowly.
Precise.
Controlled.
"Let them wait," I said.
A pause.
Then he nodded again.
And left.
Silence returned.
I looked at my reflection.
Perfect.
Composed.
Untouchable.
Exactly what they expected.
Exactly what they needed.
Not what I was.
But that didn't matter.
I turned—
and walked out.
The hallway was already lined with staff.
Prepared.
Alert.
Watching.
Every step echoed.
Measured.
Unhurried.
Because I didn't need to rush.
Everything here—
already belonged to me.
The venue doors opened.
And instantly.
the atmosphere shifted.
People turned.
Voices lowered.
Movements paused.
Then—
they approached.
One by one.
Smiles.
Greetings.
Introductions.
"Happy birthday."
"Congratulations."
"Well deserved."
Some of them meant it.
Most of them didn't.
I could tell.
The genuine smiles were easy to read.
Relaxed.
Natural.
Unforced.
The others—
tight.
Calculated.
Careful.
They weren't here to celebrate.
They were here to acknowledge.
To observe.
To align themselves correctly.
Power attracted people.
Not loyalty.
I shook hands.
Nodded when required.
Spoke just enough.
Listened when necessary.
Everything precise.
Everything controlled.
But none of it mattered.
Because my attention wasn't fully here.
It never was.
A faint sound cut through the noise.
At first—
no one noticed.
Then—
it grew louder.
Engines.
Not one.
Not two.
Multiple.
Deep.
Powerful.
Unmistakable.
The conversations slowed.
Then stopped.
People turned toward the entrance.
Whispers began.
"Who's that?"
"That's not part of the guest list—"
"No, it is… but—"
The sound got closer.
Louder.
Heavier.
Not chaotic.
Not messy.
Controlled.
Like a statement.
My gaze shifted toward the doors.
The guards outside—
I could see them from here.
Even from a distance—
their posture changed.
Alert.
Tense.
Then—
the gates opened.
And the cars entered.
One by one.
Each one—
more deliberate than the last.
They didn't rush in.
They didn't show off.
They arrived.
And that was enough.
The murmurs inside grew louder.
"Who are they?"
"Which group is this?"
"I didn't expect—"
Neither did I.
The first car stopped.
Then the second.
Then the third.
More than ten.
Engines slowly went silent.
And for a moment—
everything stilled.
Even the air felt different.
Something shifted.
I stepped forward slightly.
Just enough to see clearly.
The car doors opened.
One.
Then another.
Then another.
Figures stepped out.
Masked.
Composed.
Unfamiliar.
Women dressed in elegant dresses.
But I didn't see any of them , my eyes were on the girl who was wearing red gown , white masquerade, but her eyes .
A feeling of familiarity surged inside me .
And yet—
Not entirely.
Something about the way they moved.
The way they stood.
The way they carried themselves—
Felt… known.
Felt dangerous.
My eyes narrowed slightly.
Because this—
wasn't coincidence.
This was planned.
Carefully.
Deliberately.
And whoever they were—
They weren't here by accident.
They were here for a reason.
A very specific reason.
And for the first time that night—
I felt it.
Not doubt.
Not fear.
Anticipation.
Because deep down—
I already knew.
This night—
wasn't going to stay under my control.
The last car door opened.
And someone stepped out.
Unexpected.
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