FAZER LOGINSelene’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 PovGabriel came to the estate two days later, this time by invitation instead of urgency, though I doubted he understood yet what waited for him when he walked through the door.Damien had insisted we tell him in person, at home, somewhere he could fall apart if he needed to without an audience of strangers watching. I’d agreed, though I’d spent the two days since Marcus’s office rehearsing a dozen different ways to say it, none of them landing right in my head no matter how many times I turned them over.“You two look like you’re about to tell me someone died,” Gabriel said, dropping into the chair across from us in the study, an easy smile on his face that hadn’t caught up yet to the tension in the room.“Not exactly,” Damien said. “But it’s about your father.”Gabriel’s smile faded slowly, the way a light dims instead of switching off. “What about him.”I glanced at Damien, and he nodded, the two of us having agreed earlier that I would be the one to say it, gentler comin
Damien’s PovWe were still at Marcus’s office when the call came in, his phone buzzing against the desk hard enough to rattle the coffee cups. He glanced at the screen, and something in his face changed before he even answered it.“That’s my contact at the registry,” he said, standing. “Give me a minute.”He stepped into the hallway, and Selene and I sat in the quiet his absence left behind, the letters still spread across the desk between us. She reached over and straightened the edge of one, an idle gesture, the kind of thing people did with their hands when their minds were somewhere else entirely.“You’re worried,” I said.“I’m always a little worried lately,” she said. “I just used to be better at hiding it.”“You don’t have to hide it from me.”She looked up at that, something soft crossing her face despite the tension still sitting in her shoulders. “I know,” she said. “I’m still getting used to that. Not having to.”Marcus came back in before I could answer, and whatever had b
Selene’s PovMarcus called before either of us had finished breakfast, his voice clipped in the way I’d come to recognize meant he’d found something and wasn’t sure yet how to say it out loud.“I need you both at my office,” he said. “Not the estate. My office. There are things I don’t want discussed anywhere that isn’t secure.”Damien’s jaw tightened at that, but he didn’t argue, and twenty minutes later we were in the car, the folder of letters sitting between us on the seat like something that might still bite.Marcus’s office looked the way it always did, sparse and functional, but the man himself looked like he hadn’t slept, three coffee cups already lined up on his desk when we walked in.“I cross-referenced the account Gabriel’s mother mentioned against the letters you sent over,” Marcus said, not bothering with a greeting. “It’s active. Not historically active. Active now. Money moved through it eleven days ago.”“Eleven days,” Damien repeated. “That’s after the board voted fo
Damien’s PovNaomi came to the estate the next morning carrying a box she’d clearly kept sealed for years, the tape yellowed at the edges, her hands trembling slightly as she set it down on the dining table like it might still hurt her to touch it.“I didn’t go through all of it after Lucas died,” she said. “I couldn’t. I packed what I found and told myself I’d deal with it eventually, and eventually never came.”Selene sat beside her mother, one hand resting over Naomi’s, and I stayed standing, giving them the space the moment seemed to need before Naomi finally lifted the lid.Inside were folders, receipts, a few photographs I recognized instantly because I’d seen versions of them in my own father’s study growing up, business dinners neither of our fathers had ever been proud enough to display. Naomi sorted through them slowly, and I watched Selene’s face as she worked, the careful patience she offered her mother that I still wasn’t sure I deserved from anyone.“Here,” Naomi said ev
Damien’s PovShe was lying.I knew it the moment Elena Hale opened her mouth. The way she held herself, the precise way she answered every question, it was too perfect. And those eyes. Dark, fierce, familiar in a way that clawed at memories I’d buried three years ago.I stood at the floor-to-ceilin
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
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







