LOGINI couldn't sleep.I lay on top of the covers staring at the ceiling while the estate settled around me, listening to the particular silence of a house full of people keeping secrets. The fog had thickened outside my window, muffling the sound of the coast, and sometime around three in the morning I gave up pretending rest was coming and sat up in the dark.Marcus walking into that fog unhurried, that was the image I couldn’t shake off.Not the grip on my wrist, or the footage playing on his screen. Just that slow, unbothered walk away from Harrison Voss. A man most people didn’t walk away from at all, and the absolute absence of fear in it.He knew something we didn’t.I was still sitting with that when Harrison’s study light came on down the hall at six. I heard the low murmur of his voice through the walls, one call, then another, then a third that lasted forty minutes. By the time a pale morning light crept under my curtains, he had been on the phone for almost two hours.I dressed
Marcus had been texting all evening.I’d been ignoring every message, deleting them one by one, telling myself he would stop. Then the last one came through and my stomach dropped.Meet me at the south gate now. You have 10 minutes, or the footage goes live by morning.I stared at it for a moment, yanked on a pair of black leggings and a big baggy hoodie, and slipped out before I could talk myself out of it.The estate stretched silent past midnight, marble halls cold and endless under dim wall sconces. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a gunshot in the quiet. I moved carefully, avoiding the corridor outside Harrison’s study, staying close to the east wall where the security cameras had the widest blind spots.Outside, the coastal wind whipped my auburn hair across my face. The south gate loomed at the edge of the property, iron bars gleaming under a thin slice of moonlight. I walked through the fog and stopped firmly inside the perimeter, fingers gripping the cold metal.Marcu
I stepped back and let him in.Damien closed the door behind him and handed me the document without preamble. A corporate structure breakdown, Delvane Holdings mapped across three shell companies, directorships, and subsidiary accounts. At the bottom, a name that had been redacted in Harrison’s version of the file, was unredacted here.“Your father doesn’t have this,” I said.“No.”“How did you get it?”He dropped into the chair by the window, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. None of the casual sprawl from earlier, something more focused underneath it now. “I’ve been building a file on Vreeth for three months,” he said. “Not to help my father, but to have leverage over him.” He said it without remorse. “But when I saw the full scope, the planted login, the inside contact, the escalation, I understood this wasn’t just a corporate hit anymore.”“What is it then?”“Vreeth wants to burn everything.” His grey eyes held mine steadily. “The company, the family name, and anyone
The name Delvane Holdings followed me through the rest of the afternoon like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I searched it between photo edits, corporate registry, news archives, and anything publicly linked. What came back was almost nothing. A shell company registered in the Cayman Islands. One director listed, no website, no press. The kind of company built specifically to not be found. Which meant whoever built it knew exactly what they were doing.I closed the laptop and stared out the study window at the grey coastal morning, turning it over in my head. Six weeks before the wedding. Ghost login, Delvane Holdings, the initials D, Marcus sending clips from day one of the honeymoon. Too many moving parts for one bitter ex.Dinner that night had too much underneath the quiet. Diana was in an expansive mood, talking about redecorating the east wing, asking Harrison about upcoming travel, filling every silence before it could breathe. She was good at that, covering gaps with sound the way
The photo was still open on my screen when morning light crept through the curtains.I hadn’t slept, every time I closed my eyes I saw it. Someone had been standing in the garden long enough to document everything and build a case.I stared at the initials again, “D.”Damien, it has to be him, or is he not the one? I asked myself the question. The photo had been taken before the power went out, which meant whoever sent it had been outside while I was still in the shower, then probably turned off the light after. The timing made no sense and the more I turned it over, the worse it got.I dressed quickly, in a grey hoodie, shorts, hair pulled into a messy knot, and slipped into the hallway with just my sock on before the house stirred.The estate was different at this hour, the marble floors held the cold of the night and the light came in pale and thin through the tall coastal windows. I padded down toward the kitchen needing coffee more than answers, and nearly walked straight into
The black Rolls-Royce purred smoothly to a stop outside the grand entrance of the Voss estate, its headlights slicing through the thick coastal night. I stood completely frozen beside the fountain, heart hammering violently against my ribs as the car came to a halt, Harrison came out first. He looked exactly like a man who owned everything he touched. Crisp white travel shirt that strained noticeably across his heavily muscled chest and broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair slightly disheveled from the long flight, eyes already scanning the entire space with that familiar sharp, predatory intensity that always made my stomach tighten. My mom followed close behind him, elegant and radiant in a flowing dress that clung to her surgically enhanced figure, her face glowing with satisfaction from days in Lisbon.“Welcome home,” I forced the words out when I finally got to where they were, keeping my voice steady. The heavy guilt from the past days clawed viciously at my throat, as the memo
My heart stopped. Harrison, my stepfather, was still buried deep inside me. His cock was twitching with the last pulses of his release as warm water cascaded over our joined bodies, and the applause from downstairs swelled like thunder in my ears. My mother’s voice, bright and proud, echoed through
“Fuck me please” I said between gasps.His fingers were still buried deep inside me, curling relentlessly against that spot that made my vision blur, His storm-gray eyes locked onto mine, daring me to say it out loud.I was trembling on the edge, my hand still wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock
My heart slammed against my ribs, I should speak, back out or even explain that I was the bride’s daughter, that I was lost, broken, and…, but Mark’s cruel words echoed in my head.This stranger looked at me like he already wanted to devour me, and for the first time since I walked into that nightm
My heels clicked softly against the hallway floor as I balanced the cake box in one hand and a chilled bottle of champagne in the other. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, it was my three-year anniversary with Mark. I had spent the entire afternoon at the salon, gotten my nails done in the deep cri







