LOGINđ€ Alexandra đ€I want his lips on mine. The thought arrived completely uninvited, sitting itself down in the middle of my brain with the casual confidence of something that belonged there, while I stood in the doorway watching Jacob crouch down and kiss each of my babies on the forehead, one after the other, Loveth first, then Freddy, then Dean, then Lilly, who grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him back on the nose before he could straighten up.God, Lex. Get your head out of the gutter.I crossed my arms and made my face do something neutral while Jacob stood up, and the kids swarmed around him the way theyâd been doing all week like gravity had simply reassigned itself the moment he came back into their orbit, and everything now naturally tilted in his direction without asking anyoneâs permission first.âHave fun, guys,â I said, already stepping back toward the door, already constructing the next three hours in my head files, calls, the Saito update Papa had promised me b
đ€ Jacob đ€The second Jackâs âUnderstood, bossâ landed in the air between us, something else landed right alongside it something I hadnât let myself think about until exactly this moment, maybe because the Grey family revelation had shoved everything else clean out of my head the moment it hit.I stood there with my jacket half on and my car keys in my hand, and let the full shape of what I was now holding settle into place.My grandparents. My parents. All of them, apparently, moving freely through the world while Iâd spent five years visiting an empty stage set and believing I was maintaining a relationship and even felt guilty for keeping g them there. All of them knowing exactly where Stella was and what she was doing and choosing, month after month after careful month, to perform confusion and frailty for my benefit while she used everything the Grey name had ever stood for to build something I hadnât even known existed until last week.And they were just out there. Right now. S
đ€ Jacob đ€One full week. Seven days of round-the-clock digging, seven days of Jack and my new team running down every lead, every shell company, every ghost address that Stellaâs name had ever been attached to and nothing. She was everywhere in the paperwork and nowhere in the world. The woman had built herself a life so thoroughly off the visible grid that even people whose entire profession was finding the unfindable were coming back empty-handed.The fake Stella in Lexâs custody still hadnât woken up. Which meant the one person physically within our reach, the one person who could theoretically give us a room number, a city, a single concrete detail about where the real Stella was operating from, was still lying in a hospital bed doing absolutely nothing useful for anyone.Iâd spent the week at the Airbnb Jack had extended indefinitely, working through files during the day and driving to see the kids every evening, which was the only part of any given twenty-four hours that felt
đ€ Jacob đ€She took my home from me.Iâd said it to Lex on the phone before I fully understood how true it was, and now, sitting alone in an Airbnb that wasnât mine with a folder full of my fatherâs betrayal still open on the table in front of me, I understood it completely.Stella hadnât just dismantled the Grey family business. Sheâd used the Fisher-Hale familyâs own power to do it Lexâs family, the family Iâd married into, the family Iâd loved enough to lose everything else for. My sister had reached across two empires, turned one against the other, and walked away with the only thing that actually mattered to her: control of everything both families had spent generations building.This shit is till unbelievable, how did she plan this? And what if my father being involved is also a lie? God I donât even know what to believe anymore.I sat back in the cheap kitchen chair and pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes until colored static bloomed behind them.Five years of belie
đ€ Alexandra đ€Stella is a pure evil genius. I have to give her that much, even sitting here furious enough to put my fist through a wall. How does one woman play this many people her own family included, and make every single move look like grief, like coincidence, like bad luck, instead of what it actually was?I walked out of Papaâs office with the entire sack of files heâd handed me, and instead of going to my room, I went straight to my own office down the hall the one Iâd had set up here since I was a teenager, separate from the basement office downtown, because some habits of needing my own space to think had started long before I ever needed an empire to run.I didnât know what to believe anymore. That was the part sitting heaviest in my chest as I shut the door behind me. Iâd walked into that basement hours ago thinking I had Stella in custody, thinking I was back in control of something after five years of feeling like Iâd lost my grip on all of it. Now I understood that th
đ€ Alexandra đ€âHi, Papa,â I greeted, walking into his home office after making sure my babies were tucked in bed, safe, sleeping, alive in a way that had felt impossible just hours earlier today.âI was told you went back to work,â Papa said, smiling without looking up from the files spread across his desk, the lamp light catching the silver at his temples in a way that made him look older than he had the last time Iâd sat in this room.âAnd I was surprised by how much I missed that lifestyle,â I responded, taking the seat across from him, the same worn leather chair I used to sit in as a teenager waiting to be told I was too young to understand half of what was happening around me.He looked up then, something soft and a little sad moving behind his eyes. âYou sound like my Jay right now. Sometimes he wanted something so badly, and still chose the safe option most times, for the sake of the people around him.âI felt the familiar ache settle into my chest not sharp anymore, not the
đ€ Jacob đ€The second Stella ended the call, I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I wasnât thinking anymore. That was the problem.Every logical thought had completely abandoned me the moment she mentioned another child.A child.My child.Five years.Five fucking years.If Stella was tell
đ€ Alexandra đ€I genuinely didnât know what came over me. Seriously.What kind of temporary insanity possessed me to ask Jacob Grey out for a drink?A drink with Jacob after everything, after five fucking years and finally getting my life together. What exactly was wrong with me?I stood in front
đ€ Jacob đ€I wasnât supposed to come today. God knows I tried not to. I had spent five years staying away. Five years honoring the only thing Alexandra ever asked from me.Leave. So I left. I left the city, left the country, left the life I knew.But when I saw her name attached to this conference
đ€ Alexandra đ€âPlease put your hands together as we welcome the woman who changed medical history in America and created one of the biggest breakthroughs of the decade. The one and only Alexandra Fisher Hale!âThe presenterâs voice echoed through the massive auditorium. The applause was instant,






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