LOGINEve’s POV
Outside the office, the city was bright and bustling and completely indifferent to the fact that my entire future was being held together by a marriage of convenience and sheer stubbornness. I walked beside Devin in silence for half a block before he spoke. "You're doing the thing again." "What thing?" "The thing where you go quiet and I can hear you thinking too hard." He glanced at me sideways. "WEve’s POVI put the phone on speaker and called Devin over. His expression darkened as Priya repeated the details. The server contained everything. My mother's letters, the mechanic's report about the tampered brakes, the financial records that proved Martin's embezzlement, the evidence against Pembrooke that we had gathered over the past weeks. It was the complete archive of every scheme and every crime that had been committed against my family for the past twenty years."Change all the passwords immediately," Devin said. "Lock down the server. And contact the IT administrator. I want to know how someone got those credentials.""I already did all of that," Priya said. "The IT administrator is running a diagnostic now. But whoever did this covered their tracks well. The login came from an IP address that does not trace back to any known device in our network.""A ghost login. Someone hacked the system from outside.""It appears so. I have
Eve's POVThe morning after Pembrooke's arrest, I woke to the smell of pancakes and the sound of Devin humming in the kitchen. Real humming, not the distracted kind he did when he was working through a problem. This was contented humming, the sound of a man who had finally set down a burden he had been carrying for too long. I lay in bed for a few minutes longer than usual, my hand resting on the growing curve of my belly, and let myself feel something I had not felt in months. Peace. Real, uncomplicated peace.The baby kicked, a gentle flutter against my palm, as if to remind me that we were both still here, both still fighting, both still alive despite everything that had been thrown at us. I whispered a good morning to the tiny life inside me and finally pushed myself out of bed.Priya had returned to her own apartment two days ago, now that the immediate danger had passed and Gregory Hale was safely behind bars. The security detail had been reduced to a single guard at the buildin
Devin's POV Mark ran background checks on everyone who had access to our schedules, our security arrangements, and our personal information. The list was small. The security team, all of whom had been vetted by Solomon personally. Priya, whose loyalty was beyond question. Marguerite Chen, who had been protecting the Lovelace estate for decades. A handful of office staff who handled logistics and communications. One name stood out. An administrative assistant in the Lovelace offices named Derek Foster, who had been hired six months ago on a temporary contract and who had access to Eve's calendar and contact lists. His background check had been clean at the time of hiring, but a deeper dive revealed inconsistencies. His previous employer had no record of his employment. His listed address was a vacant lot. His references were dead ends. "He is not who he claimed to be," Mark said. "He was planted in the office, probably by Gregory Hale, to
Eve's POVThe second threat came on a Friday, delivered not by mail or courier but by a voice on the phone.I was working from the dining table, reviewing the quarterly projections that Priya had flagged for my attention, when my cell phone rang with a number I did not recognize. The security team had set up call screening, but this call had bypassed their filters somehow, routed through a series of proxies that made it untraceable. I answered before thinking, still distracted by the columns of numbers swimming before my eyes."Mrs. Cresswell." The voice was male, smooth and educated, with the faint trace of an accent I could not quite place. "You have been very difficult to reach.""Who is this?""You know who I am. You have been looking for me. I thought it was time we spoke directly."Alistair Pembrooke. It had to be him. I gestured frantically at Priya, who was working at the other end of the table, and she immediately began
Devin's POVThe information Victoria gave us was a key, but a key is useless until you find the lock it fits. For three days after that meeting in Greenwich, we searched for any thread connecting Alistair Pembrooke to Martin Lovelace, and for three days we came up empty. Mark pulled every financial record he could access without a warrant, which meant nothing offshore, nothing hidden behind shell companies, nothing that required a court order. Pembrooke's shipping business was legitimate on its surface, a modest operation compared to the Ashford empire, specializing in freight routes between the East Coast and the Caribbean. His tax filings were clean. His corporate structure was unremarkable. On paper he was just another wealthy businessman who had inherited a company from his father and run it competently for thirty years."He is hiding something," Mark said during our fourth briefing call. "No one with this much money operates this cleanly. There are always irregularities. Always.
Eve's POVVictoria Ashford resurfaced on a rainy Thursday afternoon, three days after we returned from Vermont.She called Devin directly, which was unusual because Victoria and I had developed a strange, adversarial respect for each other over the months of our conflict. She did not bother with pleasantries when he answered the phone. She simply said she had information about the silent partner and she was willing to share it in exchange for a private meeting.Devin relayed the message to me with an expression of deep skepticism. "She says she wants to meet at the Ashford family home in Greenwich. Neutral ground, she called it. I do not trust her.""Neither do I. But if she has information about the partner, we need to hear it. Victoria may be manipulative and self-serving, but she is not a killer. She would not threaten our baby.""I am not so sure about that.""Then come with me. We will meet her together, and if she tries anything, the security team will be right outside."The Ash
Eve’s POV As he lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed with a reverence that made my chest ache. Then he stood over me, his breathing ragged, his eyes roaming my body like he was memorizing every curve. "You're beau
Eve's POVThe email from Jacqueline Hart arrived on a Tuesday morning with the subject line: Exciting Show Developments!I read it three times, my coffee growing cold beside me. Then I called Devin into the kitchen and made him read it too."The network wants to expand the format," I said. “They ar
Eve’s POVI was always working, filming or having strategy sessions with Mark and Marguerite. The rhythm of life under a microscope was strange. The cameras were everywhere, but I was getting used to them. I moved through my apartment and my office with the awareness that someone was always watchin
Devin's POV The question hung between us. Why didn't you? I had been asking myself that same question for seven years. Every time she fell asleep on my shoulder. Every time she called me her safe, uncomplicated friend. Every time she told someone I was gay and I let the lie stand because corr







