All Chapters of Craving Their Touch : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81

The morning it all fell apart, I was not thinking about David at all.I was thinking about spring. About the first pale shoots pushing through the frozen ground in the gardens of Sterling Estate. About the way Maria laughed now, freely and openly, no longer hiding behind a borrowed name. About Marcus, still asleep in the penthouse bedroom, his arm flung across the pillow where my head had been minutes earlier. I had kissed his forehead before slipping out, whispered something about dinner, about maybe taking a weekend away somewhere quiet where no one knew our names.I should have known better. Peace, in my experience, was never anything but the calm before the next storm.Harold was waiting for me in the lobby of Sterling Tower. That alone was unusual. Harold did not wait in lobbies. He orchestrated from behind the scenes, a quiet puppeteer who made the estate run without ever appearing to be running anything. Seeing him standing near the elevators, his f

Chapter 82

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Morality ClauseThe emergency board meeting was already in progress by the time I reached the executive floor.I had not been invited. That was the first sign something was deeply wrong. For months I had walked into that conference room with my head held high, Arthur on one side and Marcus on the other, and I had faced down Leo and Cecilia and everyone else who tried to tear me down. Now the doors were closed against me, and through the frosted glass I could see the silhouettes of the people who were deciding my future without me.Harold appeared at my elbow. "They voted to proceed without you, Miss Sterling. The motion passed nine to three. Mr. Sterling opposed it, but he was overruled.""On what grounds?""The bylaws. Specifically, Article Twelve, Section Four. The family morality clause."I stared at him. "The what?""It is an old provision. Very old. It was written into the corporate charter

The Protective Alpha

Marcus found the connection three days after the board suspended me.I was still in bed when he burst through the penthouse door, his coat dusted with snow, his eyes burning with a fury I had not seen since the night he broke David's bones in that empty house. He was holding a tablet, and his knuckles were white around the edges."Leo is meeting with David's inner circle," he said without preamble. "Right now. As we speak. In a building I designed eight years ago."I sat up slowly. The sheets pooled around my waist. Outside, the city was gray and cold, snow falling in lazy spirals past the window. "How do you know?""Because I still have access to the architectural schematics of every building I ever worked on. Security layouts. Hidden access points. Maintenance corridors that do not appear on any public record. I was reviewing the plans last night, looking for properties connected to Lansky, and I found something else. A private club on the east side. Owned by a shell company that tr

The Blood Feud

The letter arrived on a Thursday morning, slipped under the penthouse door sometime before dawn.I found it when I walked into the kitchen, barefoot and half-asleep. A plain white envelope with no stamp and no return address. Just my name written in handwriting I recognized immediately. Sharp. Angular. The same handwriting that had scrawled "Useful if she ever gets too difficult" in the corner of my DNA report.Marcus was still in the bedroom. I stood alone in the kitchen, holding the envelope, and for a long moment I did not open it. Then I tore it apart.Clara,I hope this letter finds you well. I have been following the news. It seems your reputation is not as untouchable as you believed. You have probably convinced yourself this is just another one of my attacks. But the truth is more complicated than that.Did you ever wonder why I chose you? Out of all the women in the world, why I picked a lonely, insecure girl with no family and no connections? It was not random. Nothing I eve

The Sins of the Father

I did not sleep that night.The letter sat on the nightstand, David's sharp handwriting visible even in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his words. You were collateral damage, Clara. You always were. Not a wife. Not a person. A weapon aimed at my father's heart.By dawn, I was dressed and in the car. Marcus drove without asking questions. He knew where I was going. He always knew.Sterling Estate was quiet when we arrived. Harold met us at the door, and his expression shifted the moment he saw my face. "Miss Sterling, your father is in his study. Shall I tell him you are here?""No. I will find him myself."Arthur was sitting at his desk, a cup of cold coffee at his elbow, staring at nothing. He looked like he had not slept either. The letter was spread out on the desk in front of him. I had sent him a photograph of it the night before."You read it again," I said, closing the door behind me."I could not stop reading it. Every line is a knife." He looked up, and his eyes

The Anchor

I did not cry when we left Sterling Estate. I did not cry in the car. I did not cry when Marcus guided me into the elevator or when the penthouse doors closed behind us or when I walked to the bedroom and stood staring at the wall with my coat still on and my hands still trembling.I did not cry because I was afraid that if I started, I would never stop.The letter was still in my pocket. I could feel it there, a weight against my hip, David's words burning through the fabric like a brand. You were collateral damage, Clara. You always were. Not a wife. Not a person. Just a weapon. Just a pawn in a war between two powerful men who could not stand to lose. My father destroyed his father. David destroyed me. And neither of them ever bothered to ask what I wanted."Clara." Marcus was standing in the bedroom doorway. His voice was quiet, careful. The voice of a man who knew I was balanced on the edge of something and was not sure if I wanted to fall."I am fine.""You are not fine. You hav

The Ledger

Julian called at dawn. I was still tangled in the sheets with Marcus, his arm draped across my waist. The city outside was pale gold and frozen. For a few hours, I had forgotten about David and Leo and the forged documents. Then the phone shattered the silence. "Tell me you found something," I said. "I found something." Julian's voice was hoarse but electric. "I have been going through the supporting documentation David's team filed alongside the forgeries. The peripheral records were not as carefully scrubbed. There is a pattern. Small payments routed through shell companies linked to Leo. But there is something else. A name that keeps appearing. Sophia." I sat up straight. Marcus stirred beside me. "Sophia has been running Elena's House for months. She testified against David. She would never work with Leo." "The payments are not going to her. They are coming from accounts once linked to her name. Old accounts David opened when he was controlling her. He used her identity to c

The Video Call

The hotel suite was on the forty-second floor, a penthouse overlooking the financial district with floor-to-ceiling windows and furniture that looked more like art than anything you could sit on. Sophia had chosen the location. She said it was neutral ground, somewhere private where we could finalize the ledger transfer without prying eyes. She had sounded calm on the phone. Steady. Ready to end this.Marcus parked the car in the underground garage. We rode the elevator in silence. His hand rested on my lower back, a steady pressure that grounded me. I clutched the envelope containing the payment documents, the final piece of the transaction. The ledger was already ours. Sophia had found it in the safety deposit box. We were just meeting to sign the legal transfer and discuss next steps."Something feels off," Marcus said quietly as the elevator climbed."Sophia would not set us up. She handed me the ledger herself. She read David's note and did not flinch.""I am not saying she would

The Damage Report

I did not sleep. By six in the morning, I was in Arthur's study at Sterling Estate, a cold cup of coffee at my elbow and three laptops open on the desk. Julian's face filled one screen. Harold was on another, coordinating with the security team. Marcus had taken the third laptop into the next room to trace Sophia's last known location. "The ledger is being challenged," Julian said. He looked exhausted. Dark circles ringed his eyes, and his collar was unbuttoned. "David's lawyers filed a motion to suppress it as evidence. They are arguing Sophia was coerced. The judge has scheduled a hearing for next week." "That gives Victor Hale and Leo a full week to consolidate power. The board is already moving toward a permanent vote to remove me. If they succeed before the ledger is authenticated, I will never get my company back." "There is more bad news," Arthur said quietly. He was standing by the win

The Safe House

The lake house was invisible from the road. Marcus had designed it twelve years ago, back when he was still an architect and not the man standing between me and everyone who wanted me destroyed. It sat on a private inlet an hour north of the city, surrounded by dense forest and accessible only by a single gravel drive that wound through the trees like a secret. The structure itself was low and modern, all glass and steel and clean lines, but it was fortified in ways that were not visible to the naked eye. Reinforced windows. Redundant security systems. A generator that could power the entire property for weeks. Marcus had built it for a client who valued privacy above all else. That client had since died, and the property had sat empty for years. It was perfect. I made the decision three hours after we brought Sophia and Kate back from the motel. The media was circling. Victor Hale was consoli

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