เข้าสู่ระบบSelene’s PovVivienne called before I’d even finished my coffee, her voice carrying none of the sharp edges I’d grown used to over the past months.“I need to see you,” she said. “Alone, if that’s possible. Not Damien. Not Marcus. Just you.”I hesitated, old instincts warring with newer ones, but something in her tone, tired and stripped of its usual performance, made the decision for me. “Where?”She named a small café near the harbor district, far enough from either of our usual circles that no one would think to look for us there, and I told Damien where I was going before I left, because we’d promised each other transparency even when it was inconvenient.“Do you want me there,” he asked, “waiting outside, just in case?”“No,” I said. “If she wanted to hurt me, she’s had a hundred easier chances. I think she actually wants to talk.”Vivienne was already there when I arrived, no makeup, hair pulled back plainly, looking younger and more uncertain than I’d ever seen her look in the
Damien’s PovTalia resurfaced three days later, showing up at the estate gates in a car that wasn’t hers, sunglasses on despite the overcast sky, looking like a woman who’d spent the last several weeks sleeping in places she’d rather not describe.Selene was down the front steps before I’d even reached the door, pulling her friend into a hug so fierce Talia actually staggered back a step, laughing despite herself.“Careful,” Talia said, “I bruise like a peach these days. Hiding in a cousin’s basement in Jersey does wonders for your immune system.”“Inside,” Selene said, already pulling her toward the house. “Now. You can tell us everything once you’ve eaten something that isn’t gas station coffee.”We sat her down in the kitchen, and I watched Selene move around her with the particular gentle efficiency of someone taking care of a person they’d been frightened for, setting food in front of Talia before she’d even asked what she wanted, and something in my chest warmed watching it, thi
Selene’s PovMarcus arrived within the hour, and this time he brought a second folder with him, thicker than anything he’d shown us before, the kind of thick that meant he’d been sitting on it longer than he wanted to admit.“I didn’t want to bring you this until I’d verified it twice,” he said, setting it on the desk. “I still only trust it at about seventy percent, but you needed to see it before I trusted it any further.”Inside were bank transfers, dated the same year as the ledger page, moving in the opposite direction of what I’d expected. Not money leaving Hart Luxury Group. Money returning to it, quietly, in amounts too specific to be coincidence.“Your father paid it back,” Marcus said. “Whatever he took part in, whatever he signed onto twenty-two years ago, he spent years afterward moving money back into accounts that traced to the original arrangement. Slowly. Carefully. Like a man trying to undo something without anyone noticing he was doing it.”“That’s why the company wa
Damien’s PovWe drove back into the city late the next morning, and I felt the change the moment the skyline came into view, something in both of us straightening slightly, the softness from the coast folding itself carefully away to make room for whatever waited at the estate.Marcus called before we’d even reached the gates.“Nothing urgent,” he said, when I answered, though his voice carried the particular tightness that always meant otherwise. “But you’ll want to see what came in overnight. When you’re settled.”“We’re settled,” I said. “Send it over.”Selene glanced at me from the passenger seat, the crooked little mug still wrapped in paper on her lap like she hadn’t wanted to let go of it even for the drive home. “That bad?”“He says it’s not urgent,” I said. “Which usually means it’s exactly that.”She sighed, but there was no real frustration in it, just the resigned acceptance of two people who’d chosen each other knowing full well what it would cost in stolen mornings. “One
Selene’s PovWe stayed one more night at the coast before either of us said anything about going back, and when Damien finally brought it up over breakfast, I could hear the reluctance underneath it, like he was testing whether I’d push back if he suggested staying longer.“One more day,” I said, before he could even finish the sentence. “Marcus survived without us this long. He can survive one more.”Something in his face eased, relief he didn’t bother hiding. “I was hoping you’d say that.”We spent the morning doing nothing that mattered, which felt like the whole point. He taught me to skip stones properly, laughing when my first six attempts sank without a single bounce, and I pretended to be annoyed about it far longer than I actually was, just to keep him close beside me on the rocks, correcting my grip with his hand over mine.“You’re doing that on purpose,” he said eventually.“Doing what?”“Failing badly enough that I have to keep touching your hand to fix it.”“I have no ide
Damien’s PovI told Marcus to hold everything for forty-eight hours. No calls, no updates, nothing urgent enough to interrupt unless the building was on fire. He’d looked at me like I’d lost my mind, and maybe I had, but I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what I’d told Selene in his office days earlier. All of it, not stolen minutes between crises. I intended to start proving I meant it.I found her in the library that morning, curled into the window seat with one of the files she’d sworn she’d stopped bringing home, and I took it gently out of her hands before she could protest.“I need this back by tonight,” she said.“You don’t,” I said. “Marcus has the office covered. Gabriel’s with his mother. Naomi’s fine. For one day, nothing in this house requires either of us.”She studied me, suspicion and hope warring across her face in a way that broke something small and tender in my chest every time I saw it, like she still hadn’t fully let herself believe good things could simply
Selene’s PovThe restaurant was exclusive, lights low, tables spaced for privacy. Damien sat across from me looking unfairly good in a tailored black suit. Cameras waited outside. This was our first public show.“You’re tense,” he said, pouring me more wine. “Relax. Or people will think I’m forcing
Damien’s PovThe lawyer read the will conditions again like I hadn’t heard them a hundred times. Elena sat beside me in the sleek conference room, legs crossed, looking every bit the poised future wife. She played the part well. Too well.“Thirty days from the reading,” the lawyer said. “Legal marr
Selene’s PovI barely slept.Damien’s proposal played on repeat in my head while I paced my tiny apartment. Fake marriage. The perfect weapon. I could live in his world, learn every weakness, and destroy him slowly. Make him feel the same helplessness my father felt before he died.But those eyes…
Selene/ Elena's Pov “You really think you can walk into Cross Technologies and not get eaten alive, Miss Hale?”I looked straight at the HR woman across the desk, my pulse hammering but my smile steady. “I don’t just think it. I know it. Your luxury division needs someone who understands old money







