LOGINSelene’s PovThe alarms kept blaring as Adrian and the investigator headed up with the board chairman on video. I turned to Damien, still holding his hand. “They’re coming here? Tell me what we say when they arrive. We decide together first, like we always do.”Damien squeezed my fingers. “We tell them we review everything side by side. No private demands. Selene, what do you want to say about the new statement?”“I want to say trust grows through open talks,” I answered. “We take time with each claim. That feels true right now. What do you add?”“I add that we face facts together,” Damien said. “No shortcuts. Selene, how are you holding up with this pressure tonight?”“Tired of the constant new evidence,” I replied. “But steadier when we talk it through. You answer every question I ask. That patience keeps me here. I still want more quiet nights where we just sit and go over things. No rush on anything else.”“I want the same,” Damien said. “More evenings like this. Your questions, m
Damien’s PovThe alarms blared as Adrian and the investigator headed our way. I kept Selene’s hand in mine. “Selene, we face them together. Tell me what you want to say first. We decide the approach right now before they reach us.”Selene looked at me. “I want to tell them we hear everything side by side. No private talks. Then we come back here and break down that recording. What do you think?”“I agree,” I said. “Tell them our process is open dialogue. Selene, how are you holding up with this new recording?”“Frustrated by the constant new evidence,” she answered. “But steadier when we talk it through. You answer every question without avoiding anything. That’s why I keep wanting more nights where we just sit and go over things. No rush on anything else.”“I want the same,” I replied. “More evenings like this. Your questions, my answers, planning small normal things afterward. Coffee talks. Simple dinners with long conversations. You set the pace and I follow. Let’s meet them at the
Selene’s PovI picked up the envelope from the front desk, Damien right beside me. “This has your signature on an order about Hart Luxury. Open it with me. Tell me what you see when we read it together. I need your thoughts first.”Damien took my hand as we walked back to the elevator. “Of course. We read every line. Then you ask whatever comes up. Selene, how are you feeling about opening this right now?”“Nervous but steadier with you here,” I said. “You always answer straight when I bring doubts. That’s why I keep wanting more nights where we just sit and go through things. No rush on anything else.”We sat on the couch and opened the envelope. Damien read the key paragraph aloud. “Order to resolve Hart Luxury issues permanently. Signed Damien Cross.”I looked at him. “Explain this order to me. What exactly did you mean when you signed it? Be direct. I need to hear it from you.”“I meant close the bad deals to stop losses,” Damien said. “Nothing about harming people. The investigat
Damien’s PovThe intercom crackled with the investigator’s threat. I kept Selene’s hand firmly in mine as we stood in the hallway. “Selene, we don’t go down alone. Tell me what you want to do first. We decide together right now.”Selene looked at me. “I want to hear the recording, but only with you there. No alone. What do you think we should say when we face him?”“Tell him we listen as a team,” I said. “Then we come back up and break it down word by word. Selene, how are you feeling about this new claim?”“Exhausted by the constant new recordings,” she answered. “But I still trust how we handle them. You answer every question I ask. That patience is what keeps me here. I still want those quiet nights where we just talk everything through. No rush.”“I want the same,” I replied. “More evenings like this. Your questions, my answers, planning small normal things afterward. Coffee talks. Simple dinners with long conversations. You set the pace and I follow. Let’s go down.”We took the e
Damien’s PovMom’s announcement made the room feel smaller. I kept Selene’s hand in mine. “Selene, we decide this together. Tell me what you want. We talk it out first before anyone plays anything.”Selene looked at me. “I want to hear the recording, but with you here. No alone. That’s our rule now. What do you think we should tell Mom?”“Tell her we listen as a team,” I said. “Then we break it down right after. Selene, how are you holding up with all this tonight?”“I’m tired of the games,” she answered. “But steadier when we face them side by side. You answer everything I ask. That makes me want to keep going with these conversations. More nights where we sort facts and then talk about normal life.”“I want the same,” I replied. “More evenings talking about our days. Planning small things like coffee or dinner with no pressure. Just us. Mom, tell the investigator we hear it together or not at all.”Mom nodded and stepped away to relay the message. Selene turned back to me. “Damien,
Selene’s PovThe chairman’s demand hung in the air. I kept Damien’s hand in mine on the couch. “Damien, they want me to confirm full trust right now or you lose everything. Tell me what you think I should say. We decide together first, like always.”Damien looked straight at me. “Tell them the truth we’ve built. Trust is growing through our talks. We’re not pretending it’s perfect, but we’re choosing honesty every day. Selene, what feels right for you to say?”“I want to say we’re committed to reviewing everything together,” I replied. “That you answer every question I have. That our slow pace is what makes this real. Does that match how you see us?”“Yes,” he said. “Add that we take time with each new claim. No shortcuts. Selene, how are you feeling after hearing that recording again?”“Shaken by the words,” I answered. “But steadier when you explain them. You don’t avoid anything. That patience is why I keep wanting more conversations with you. More nights where we just sit and sort
Selene’s PovHelena stood there in the hospital hallway like she owned it, her lawyers flanking her. I kept my hand in Damien’s, holding on tighter than before. We had just been talking about trust again, and now this.“Helena,” I said, voice steady. “What do you mean my mother gave you information
Selene’s PovAdrian stood there blocking the door, his smile cold. I clutched the key Victor gave me, my back against the hospital bed. Mom and Vivienne looked frozen.“Adrian, get out,” I said sharply. “Victor is sick. This isn’t the time for your games.”Adrian stepped closer. “Games? That key un
Selene’s PovAdrian’s gun glinted under the dim office light. My heart hammered as I stayed behind Damien, my hand gripping the back of his shirt. Mom looked terrified at the desk.“Damien,” I whispered, voice shaky. “What second call? Tell me now. We said no more secrets if this is going to work b
Damien’s Pov“Selene, wait,” I said, holding her arm gently as Vivienne’s car idled at the gate. “Don’t get in. We promised to do this together. Talk to me first.”Selene looked torn, the note still in her hand. “Damien, it says you made a call the night my father died. What call? I need to know be







