LOGINJulian’s POVElliot Vesper finished his speech to a fresh round of applause that sounded more like people performing interest than actually feeling it. He stepped off the stage with that same unhurried arrogance and came straight for our table. No detours. No polite pauses to shake hands with donors. He walked through the crowd like he already owned the air they were breathing.He stopped in front of me.“You must be Julian,” he said. The smile on his face was pure smug. “You look so much like your father.”I took a slow sip of my drink and set the glass down without rushing.“How would you know how my father looks?” I asked, my voice flat, as if I had never heard the name Elliot Windsor in my life.His eyes glittered. He was enjoying this.“Oh, I thought the old lady might have told you who I was.”The casual disrespect landed exactly where he wanted it to. I felt Grandma Celeste stiffen beside me. Katia’s fingers tightened around the stem of her water glass. Gail had gone very still
Julian’s POVNoah Vesper stepped back from the microphone like he had just delivered something holy. The side door opened. A man walked into the light with the unhurried arrogance of someone who had spent years watching other people bleed for him.Older. Silver at the temples. Same sharp jaw as Noah. Dark suit, no tie, hands loose at his sides like the entire ballroom was already his property. The room rose in polite, brainless applause. Cameras flashed under the limits Delia had so carefully set for a night she still thought belonged to her.I didn’t clap.Beside me, Grandma Celeste went rigid.I turned. The color had drained from her face so fast it looked like someone had reached into her chest and pulled something vital out. Her fingers were locked around the stem of her glass hard enough that I expected it to snap. She wasn’t looking at the stage the way the rest of these idiots were. She was staring at the man up there like she was seeing a corpse that had learned how to smile.
Delia’s POVThe lights in the ballroom dropped another degree. Conversation softened into a low hum. I stood at the side of the stage with my hands folded in front of me, the platinum band cold against my skin. A staff member gave me a short nod. It was time.Noah walked up the side steps first. He did not look at me. He never did when it mattered. He stopped at the center of the stage, adjusted the microphone once, and faced the room with the same unreadable expression he wore in every meeting.“Good evening,” he said. His voice carried cleanly. “Thank you for joining us tonight. Before we begin the formal program, I would like to make a personal introduction.”A ripple moved through the tables. People shifted in their seats. I felt the weight of hundreds of eyes turning toward the stage.Noah turned his head slightly in my direction. Still no softness. Only the signal.I stepped into the light.The heat of the spotlight hit my shoulders. I kept my chin up and my smile in place, the
Delia’s POVI arrived at the Grand Meridian in a black car Noah’s office had sent. The dress I chose was deep emerald, structured, expensive, and cut to remind every person in the room that I still belonged in places like this. The Vesper ring sat plain and heavy on my finger. I kept adjusting it on the ride over, as if moving it around might make it look like it meant something more than a signature on a contract.The steps outside the ballroom were already crowded with cameras and early guests. I stepped out of the car and felt the first flash go off. I lifted my chin and smiled the way I used to when the last name on my arm still opened every door.Inside, the ballroom looked exactly as I had planned it. Black and gold. Tall florals. Soft light that made jewelry flash. Staff moved in clean lines. For a moment I felt a thin thread of control return. This room still answered to me, even if the man who had married me that morning could barely stand to look at me.Noah was already ther
Delia’s POVI sat in my office after Noah left and stared at the empty doorway for a long time.Married.The word sat in my head like a key that might open every door that had slammed shut on me over the past weeks. Delia Vesper. The name had weight. It had history. It belonged to a family that was about to step into the light with enough money and mystery to make the entire city pay attention. Once the papers were signed, I would walk into rooms that had started turning me away. I would sit at tables where people had begun to look through me. The headlines that still called me the woman who claimed a false marriage would have to make room for a new title.I had survived Julian Windsor’s indifference for two years. I knew how to live beside a man who did not want me. I knew how to smile for cameras while the private reality stayed cold. Noah Vesper was not even as cold as Julian had been. Julian had perfected silence and distance until it became a wall. Noah was sharper, more direct w
Noah’s POVI sat behind my desk and stared at the two rejected folders Delia Kensington had left for me the day before. One from Julian Windsor. One from Katia Windsor. Both untouched by the people who mattered. Both returned with the same dismissal that told me exactly how little respect Vesper Group had earned in those rooms.Delia Kensington could not get one fucking thing right.She had walked into WEG with a proposal so poorly structured that Julian Windsor had not even opened the folder. She had walked into Katia’s office and somehow turned a simple investment conversation into a personal screaming match that ended with her being thrown out. She cried. She snapped. She made everything about her wounded pride and her missing last name. Every task I gave her arrived late, incomplete, or soaked in whatever emotional storm she was living through that hour.If it were up to me, I would have fired her the day she came back from Julian’s office empty-handed. I would have ended the cont
~Katia~“Get out!” my mom screamed, her voice tearing through the hallway like a bomb going off in a small room.The sound hit the walls and bounced back so violently, like the house itself was flinching. Even the air felt startled, buzzing with the kind of tension that makes your skin crawl. My he
~Katia~"Do you know how hard I've been holding myself?" I didn't answer because all I wanted was to get laid. I could still feel the ache between my legs. He carried my bridal style and led me to his hotel room. "Now, I can fuck you however I want because you are now my wife, princess." The room
~Katia~Vegas heat hit me like a wave the second I stepped off the private jet. The runway shimmered under the late afternoon sun, and I squinted past my sunglasses, already half-listening to the ping of updates on my encrypted racing burner phone. Six hours before the race, and my heart was alread
~Katia~I woke up to the sour taste of bile creeping up my throat, and my legs threw me out of bed before my brain could even catch up. The morning light seared into my eyes like punishment, and I stumbled across the cold floor, my feet slapping against the wood, straight into the bathroom. My knee







