LOVE ME OR HATE ME
"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins."
Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses.
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Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest.
Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile.
He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name.
He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one.
When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding.
Love was never supposed to find him again.
It sent the wrong sister anyway.
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Chapter: Love Me Or Hate MeAria's POVThe city looked the same from the 34th floor.Eight years and it had not changed in the specific ways that mattered. The particular quality of the morning light coming through the east window at this hour. The view below where the Tuesday city was doing its Tuesday things with the efficient unhurried pace of a place that had been doing this long before either of us arrived and would continue long after.The same.Everything different.I stood at my office window and I thought about the first morning.About walking off the elevator with my portfolio and my plan and the specific certain knowledge that I had my heart completely under control. About the cool greys and the sharp glass and the beautiful space that had not invited you in. About the man who ran it and the rumors that had all turned out to be accurate in the ways that mattered least and entirely inaccurate in the ways that mattered most.I had not planned to fall in love with my boss.That had not been in the portfo
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Chapter: The Thing He Still DoesDaniel's POVThe coffee station was in the same corner it had always been.Eight years and it had not moved. The specific practical logic of a space that had identified where the coffee station worked and had kept it there because moving it would have required a reason and the reason had never materialized. Some things stayed where they were because they had been correctly placed from the beginning.I stopped at the coffee station at eight forty seven.Same as always.Not because I had looked at the clock. Because the specific rhythm of the morning had its own logic and the coffee was part of that logic and the part had always arrived at approximately this time since before I had acknowledged to myself that the approximately this time was not approximate at all.The new junior employee was at the station.She had been on the floor for three weeks. Efficient. Quiet. The specific unremarkable quality of someone who was still learning the rhythms of a place and had not yet decided which
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Chapter: What She Knows NowAria's POVI sat in my office on a Tuesday afternoon after the Singapore call and I thought about what I knew now that I had not known then.Not professionally. I had known a great deal professionally then and knew considerably more now and the trajectory of that knowledge was clear and documented and visible on the wall in the form of a degree and on the door in the form of a name and in the boardroom in the form of a seat at the table.The other kind.The kind that did not have a certificate.I was twenty six when I walked off the elevator.I had a portfolio and a plan and a heart I was absolutely certain was under control. The certainty had been complete. Not performed. Genuine. I had genuinely believed it. I had a plan that made sense and feelings that I had classified correctly and a professional relationship that I was going to maintain professionally and that was the whole of it.I had been wrong.In the best possible way.He was thirty four when I walked through his doors.He
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Chapter: The Office Eight Years OnDaniel's POVThe 34th floor looked the same.That was the first thing I thought on a Tuesday morning in the eighth year. Standing at the east window with my coffee the way I stood there most mornings. The specific angle of the light at this hour. The cool greys and the sharp glass. The view below where the city was doing its Tuesday morning things with the particular efficiency of a place that had somewhere to be.The floor looked the same.Everything was different.Eight years.She had walked off the elevator for the first time eight years ago with her portfolio and her ambition and the specific quality of a person arriving somewhere they intended to stay. She had not known then how completely she intended to stay. Neither had I.I had watched her from behind a wall.For eight months.I had watched her organize the Singapore correspondence and manage the Henderson account and run the executive floor with the specific quiet efficiency of someone who understood what the work required a
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Chapter: The Letter She Never ExpectedAria's POVIt arrived on a Tuesday.Not a postcard this time.A letter.A real one. The specific weight of it was different from the postcards. More paper inside the envelope. More words. The kind of letter that had required more than the few sentences that fit on the back of a postcard and that someone had decided to write anyway because the few sentences were no longer sufficient for what needed to be said.Vivienne's handwriting on the envelope.A different city's postmark than the last one.She had moved again.I stood at the kitchen counter and I held it for a moment before I opened it. Not hesitating. Just acknowledging. The specific acknowledgment of a woman who had been receiving small pieces of her sister for two years in the form of postcards and knew that this was something different and was giving the difference a moment before she moved into it.I opened it.I read it.It took a while.---The letter was long.Not the careful brevity of the postcards. Not the economy of s
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Chapter: Daniel Hears The ReportDaniel's POVShe appeared in my office doorway at seven fifteen.I had been working through the Singapore quarterly review with the specific focused attention of a man who had an hour before the evening fully belonged to the household and was using the hour efficiently. The laptop was open. The numbers were in order. The review was proceeding.Then Hope appeared in the doorway.I closed the laptop.She came in the way she always came into my office at home. With purpose. The specific deliberate movement of a person who had somewhere to be and was being there. She climbed into the chair across from my desk with the practiced ease of someone who had been doing it long enough that it required no assistance and settled herself with her legs crossed and her serious expression fully assembled.She looked at me."Daddy," she said."Mm," I said."Mama told me how you fell in love."I looked at my daughter.At four and a half she had the specific quality of someone who had received information
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Chapter: Vivienne Wears ItVivienne's POVI wore both of them home.Not as a decision I made consciously. As the natural result of what had happened in that kitchen. My mother had fastened the old bracelet on my left wrist. The Harlow bracelet was already on my right. I had come to my mother's house wearing one and I left wearing two and the wearing of both felt not like two separate things but like the completed form of something that had always been pointing toward this configuration.One from the beginning of everything.One from the healing of it.I looked at them in the car on the way home.Charles driving. The city outside. The specific quality of a Tuesday evening in the city when something significant had happened and the city did not know it and did not need to.I looked at both wrists.The new bracelet and the old one.The coordinates of The Harlow and the metal that had been my grandmother's and her mother's before that.Three generations of women who had loved and been hurt by love and had built thi
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Chapter: The BlessingVivienne's POVShe stood up from her chair.Not with the specific deliberateness of someone who had planned a gesture. With the simple directness of a woman who had arrived at a moment and understood what the moment required and was moving toward it.She came around the table.I was half standing before she reached us. The instinct of a person who had been watching their mother move toward them their entire life and who knew the quality of this particular movement before it arrived.She opened her arms.She pulled us both in.Not sequentially. Together. One arm around me and one arm around Charles and the specific strength of a woman who had been carrying things for thirty years and whose arms had developed the particular quality of arms that had been used for the serious work of holding things up.She held us.I felt Charles go still beside me the way he went still when something arrived that was too large for his composure to immediately accommodate. Not breaking. Just receiving.I
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Chapter: What Mrs. Kate SaysVivienne's POVShe set her mug down.Both hands flat on the table the way she placed them when she was about to say something that required her full steadiness.She looked at us.At both of us sitting across from her in this kitchen where the warning had been given and the agreement had been signed and the laugh had filled the room with something nobody expected.She began.---She started with Donald Stone.Not with the broad account. With the specific texture of what it had been like to love him at twenty four when loving him had been the most natural thing available to her and she had not yet understood what the loving was going to cost.She talked about the beginning.Before the taking. Before the slow quiet erasure of the things that had been hers. Before the specific cruelty of a man who understood that nobody would believe his wife's pain and had used that understanding deliberately.She talked about what he had been before all of that.Charming. Generous in the early way. The
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Chapter: The CancellationVivienne's POVShe did not speak immediately.She let us sit with the document on the table between us for a moment. The agreement. The signature at the bottom. The specific weight of what it had meant and what it had survived and what it represented now sitting in the middle of a kitchen that had held every important thing in this story.Then she reached beside her.She had kept it on the chair next to her. Not on the table. Separate from the agreement until the moment she chose to introduce it.A second document.She placed it on the table alongside the first.Not on top of it. Beside it. The specific arrangement of someone who wanted both documents visible simultaneously. The agreement and the thing she had prepared to sit alongside it.I looked at the second document.It had the formal quality of something that had been prepared by a legal professional and witnessed and signed by the person commissioning it and was now waiting for one more signature to become effective.A cancella
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Chapter: The Kitchen AgainVivienne's POVThe drive took twenty minutes.The same drive I had made my whole life. The specific route that my body knew without requiring the navigation that unfamiliar places required. Left at the corner with the pharmacy that had changed hands three times but had always been a pharmacy. Right at the junction with the post box that had been painted over but was still the same shape. The street that ran alongside the park and then the turn into the quieter road where my mother's house had been sitting for thirty years waiting for whoever needed to arrive at it.Charles drove.We did not talk much on the way.Not from tension. From the specific quality of two people who were moving toward something significant and had decided that the moving toward it was its own kind of preparation.I looked out the window.I thought about all the times I had made this drive.As a child coming home from somewhere. As a young woman arriving with things I needed to say. As a person in the middle of
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Chapter: Six Months LaterVivienne's POVSix months.The city had moved on.Not because the story was small. Because cities moved on from all stories eventually regardless of their size. The press had other things. The forums had other conversations. The specific consuming public attention that had been directed at our lives for the months of the proceeding had found somewhere else to be directed and had gone there.We had our life back.Not the same life as before any of it. The same life was not available because you did not come through the specific shape of what we had come through and emerge from the other side unchanged. The coming through changed you in the ways that everything significant changed you. Some of the changes were visible and some of them were interior and all of them were ours.But ours.That was the word.The life we were living was ours in a way that it had not been able to be while it was being contested by external forces. Now it was simply ours. Belonging to us and to the specific dec
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