Novels by Barry

POV: Adrian ValeThe courtroom is small. Not the grand chamber I expected. Wood paneling. Fluorescent lights. The banality of justice.Mara sits beside me, her hand in mine. The lawyers arrange themselves. Richard’s team on the left. Three people. Sharp. Expensive.Our lawyer is alone. Luca found her. Independent. Not connected to Vale. Not connected to anyone.“Ms. Bennett,” the judge says. “You represent both parties?”“Yes, Your Honor. Mr. Vale and Ms. Kade have aligned interests.”Richard stands. “Your Honor, I must object. The marriage contract these parties entered was designed to create precisely this situation. Mutual protection. Mutual obfuscation. Allowing shared representation compounds the fraud.”The judge looks at us. Middle-aged. Tired. Unimpressed by Richard’s performance.“Mr. Vale,” she says. “Do you wish separate counsel?”I look at Mara. She shakes her head. Small. Definite.“No, Your Honor,” I say. “We speak together. Or not at all.”Richard sits, smiling. The obj

POV: Mara KadeThe ceiling is cracked. A small crack near the corner. I stare at it while Adrian breathes beside me.Neither of us is sleeping.The clock on Jenna’s nightstand reads 3 a.m. Six hours until court. Six hours until we stand before Judge Harrington and claim something we still do not fully understand.“You’re staring at the crack,” Adrian says. His voice is quiet.“Noticing it.”“Noticing or avoiding?”I turn my head and look at him. He lies on his back with his eyes open, in the same position as me.“Avoiding what?”“Me. This. Whatever we are supposed to figure out tonight.”I do not answer. He is right. The crack is safer. Concrete. Unchanging.“Tell me something,” I say. “About before. Before me. Before all this.”“About what?”“Anything. Your mother. Your father. The person you were when you thought control was everything.”He shifts and turns onto his side to face me. The distance between us on the small bed feels like inches and miles at the same time.“My father,” h

POV: Adrian ValeThe door opens. Light hits my face. Cameras flash. Voices shout."Mr. Vale! Is it true you abandoned your company?""Ms. Kade! Did you manipulate him into transferring authority?""Are you still married? Is the contract dissolved?"The questions rain down. I grip Mara's hand tighter. She grips back. The only certainty in this moment."We have a statement," I say.The crowd quiets. Not silent. Quieter."Together. We'll speak together or not at all."I look at Mara. She nods. Small. Scared. Doing it anyway."Last night," I say, "I left. For Geneva. To secure votes. To keep power. To protect..." I stop. The word feels wrong. "To protect what I thought mattered.""And now?" a reporter shouts."Now I know what matters." I look at Mara. "Her. This. Trying, even when trying might fail."Mara steps forward. "I opened my door to Daniel Cross this morning. My former partner. The man who took my first company. I opened it because hiding wasn't survival. It was surrender.""Is th

POV: Mara KadeThe buzzer sounds again. Richard’s voice comes through the intercom. Sharp. Certain."Open the door. Now."I look at Adrian. He looks at me. We are both breathing hard. Both uncertain."Together," he said. But what does that mean? What does that look like?"What’s the evidence?" I ask him. "What does he have?""I don’t know.""Guess."He runs a hand through his hair. Disheveled. Uncontrolled. Not the man I met in the boardroom."The marriage contract," he says. "Terms we didn’t disclose. Performance conditions. The clause about what happens if either party acts against Vale’s interests."I remember. The clause. Buried on page forty-seven. If I act against Vale, Adrian gets everything. If he acts against Vale, I get everything. Mutually assured destruction. Or protection. Depending on who reads it."Richard thinks you acted against Vale," I say. "By transferring authority to me. By turning the plane around. By choosing…" I stop. The word still unsteady."By choosing you,

POV: Adrian ValeThe plane is small. Private. Empty except for me and the pilot.I sit by the window. The sky is still dark. No sunrise. Just clouds and the certainty that I made a mistake. Or the right choice. Or both.My phone is dead. The battery drained. The text to Mara is incomplete."Don't…"Don't what? I don’t remember. The fear was too loud. The realization that Richard wanted me to leave. That Geneva was bait. That I took it.The flight attendant approaches. "Mr. Vale. Coffee?""Black."She leaves. I look at my dead phone. The charger is in my bag, in the overhead. I could get it. Charge. Call.I don’t move.Calling means hearing her voice. It means explaining. It means listening to her decide if I’m the same as Daniel. The man who stayed until weakness showed.Or worse. It means hearing that Richard already moved. That Daniel already came. That my attempt to protect her became abandonment.The coffee arrives. I drink. Hot. Bitter."Mr. Vale?" The pilot’s voice comes through

POV: Mara KadeThe room is unfamiliar. A guest room in Adrian's penthouse. Minimalist. Controlled. Like him.I don't sleep. I listen. For his footsteps. For his door. For anything that tells me what tonight meant.The warehouse. The dinner. The kiss. The running.I don't know what any of it was. Real or strategy. Honest or performed. The uncertainty is exhausting.At 4 a.m., I give up. I get up and walk to the kitchen. I need water. I need movement. I need something.He's not in the kitchen. The space is messy from our attempt at dinner. Burnt pans still sit in the sink.I drink water. I stand at the window. The city is dark below. Lights glow in other buildings. Other people's lives. Other people's certainties."Can't sleep?"I turn. He's in the doorway. Dressed. Not in pajamas. Dark trousers. A shirt. Shoes."Neither can you," I say."No."He doesn't move closer. The distance is deliberate. Or uncertain. The same as me."What time is it?""Four thirty."I look at his clothes. His sh