LOGINDevin'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
Devin's POVSolomon found Lydia Vance on a Tuesday morning, ten days after the hospital scare.She was hiding in a small town in Vermont, working as a waitress in a diner off the interstate under a name that was not her own. She had dyed her hair a mousy brown and stopped wearing makeup and developed the hunched, evasive posture of a woman who was afraid of her own shadow. When Solomon's people approached her at the end of her shift, she tried to run. They caught her gently, spoke to her calmly, and convinced her that they were not working for Martin Lovelace.The safe house where they brought her was a cabin in the Green Mountains, surrounded by forest and accessible only by a single dirt road. Eve and I drove up the next day with the security team following at a discreet distance. The autumn leaves were past their peak now, the mountainsides fading from brilliant gold to muted brown, but the air was crisp and clean and smelled of pine.Lydia was waiting for us in the cabin's main ro
Eve's POVI woke up feeling off on a Thursday morning, four days after the break-in at Priya's apartment. The cramping started as a dull ache low in my abdomen that I tried to The cramping started to dismiss as normal pregnancy discomfort. The books had warned me about round ligament pain and bloating and a hundred other minor symptoms that came with growing a human inside your body. I told myself it was nothing, that I was overreacting, that the stress of the past few weeks was making me imagine problems that did not exist.Until I went to the bathroom and saw the blood.It was not a lot. Just a few spots of bright red on the toilet paper, small and innocuous and utterly terrifying. I stared at them for a long moment, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. Then I called for Devin, and my voice came out high and thin and nothing like my own.He was in the bathroom in seconds, his face pale when he saw the blood on the tissue I was h
Eve’s POVThe seduction campaign continued for three more days.I had become shameless. Every morning I paraded around the villa in increasingly skimpy outfits. Tiny shorts and cropped tops. Bikinis that were more string than fabric. A silk robe that kept slipping off one should
Devin's POV The third day of the honeymoon was when I realized Eve was doing it on purpose. We had spent the morning exploring the village, walking through narrow cobblestone streets and buying things we didn't need from shops that smelled of le
Eve’s POV I pulled on my pajamas. They were silk and expensive and completely wasted on a fake wedding night, but I had packed them anyway out of some vague sense of optimism I couldn't quite justify even to myself. Maybe I had wanted to feel beautiful, even if no one was supposed to see me.
Eve’s POV The reception passed in a blur of champagne toasts and polite conversation and photographs that would be in the society pages by morning. I smiled and laughed and held Devin's hand and pretended everything was fine. But the whole time my thoughts were spinning. He was gay. He had alw







