FAZER LOGINAmber POVThe problem with discovering that my former fiancé and his father might be involved in something much darker than we'd imagined was that the rest of my problems didn't magically disappear.Asher Corporation was still being robbed.Emilia was still undercover.Jasper was still watching her.The audit had started.And somewhere, potentially eighteen months' worth of premium materials had disappeared without appearing on any legitimate resale market.I stared at the warehouse list on my tablet.Jason glanced at me."What are you doing?""Resting.""You're making that face.""What face?""The one that usually costs someone their job."I ignored him.The audit had created exactly the reaction we'd wanted.People were nervous.Departments were checking records.Managers were suddenly very interested in inventories they'd ignored for months.If the people stealing from Asher Corporation had been storing the original materials, this was when they'd move them.The problem was that I
Amber POVJason was worried.I was furious.There was a difference.Jason sat beside me on the bed, staring at the frozen security footage for what had to be the twentieth time.Mr. White.Oscar.Both covered from head to toe.Both carrying suitcases.Both slipping through an emergency exit at White Manor like criminals who knew exactly how to disappear without being noticed.They hadn't been kidnapped.They hadn't vanished mysteriously.They had run.And I was furious because I had made a mistake.I thought I had already destroyed them.Not literally.Financially.Socially.Professionally.I'd watched the White family's reputation collapse.I'd taken back what belonged to me.I'd watched Oscar lose the company we'd created together.I'd exposed lies.I'd stripped away enough of their influence that I genuinely believed they couldn't hurt us anymore.Apparently, I'd underestimated them.Again."I should have gone further."Jason finally looked away from the screen."What?""I should h
Jason POVApparently, surviving our own version of The Hunger Games wasn't enough.Apparently, my pregnant wife being placed on bed rest wasn't enough either.Now the Ember Association wanted me in River City.I stared at the message on my phone."No."Amber looked up from her laptop.She was surrounded by pillows, reports, tablets, and enough technology to make the doctor's definition of bed rest questionable."What now?""The Ember Association wants me in River City."Her expression immediately became serious."About your childhood?""Apparently."This wasn't the first time we'd investigated what happened to me.We had already confronted my father.We'd already demanded the truth.Or what we'd thought was the truth.My mother had been Mr. and Mrs. Sun's daughter.After she died, my father remarried.Then Oscar was born.I was supposedly becoming unruly, and my father claimed he feared I would hurt the newborn.So he sent me away.Except we'd eventually discovered that wasn't what ha
Amber POVBed rest was torture.Not because I was uncomfortable.The bed was enormous, the pillows were perfect, the room had been adjusted to exactly the temperature I liked, and Mrs. Sun had apparently decided that being placed on bed rest meant I needed to be fed every forty-five minutes.The problem was that everyone had suddenly decided I wasn't allowed to experience stress.Especially Jason."You're frowning."I didn't look away from my laptop."I'm thinking.""You frown when you're stressed.""I also frown when numbers don't make sense.""Which stresses you."I finally looked at him."Are you going to do this all day?""Probably."He was sitting beside me with his own laptop, supposedly helping with the investigation.In reality, he had appointed himself my personal stress monitor.Unfortunately, he was useful, so I couldn't kick him out.Emilia's information had given us somewhere to start.Now Jason and I were following the merchandise.The scheme itself was simple enough.As
Amber POV Unfortunately, Franklin's problems couldn't distract Jason from mine.The moment Mrs. Owen left with her very alive—and probably very grounded—eighteen-year-old son, Jason pointed upstairs."Bed."I glared at him.Mrs. Sun looked at me."Bed."Traitor.So that was how I officially went on bed rest.I hated it.Within an hour, I had transformed our bedroom into an office.Laptop.Tablet.Two phones.Documents.Water.Snacks.And enough pillows surrounding me that Jason couldn't claim I wasn't following the doctor's orders.Then I contacted my team."I'm officially on bed rest."There was a suspiciously long silence.Pamela finally spoke."Actual bed rest?""Doctor ordered."Someone laughed.I narrowed my eyes."Who was that?"Nobody answered."I heard you."Pamela cleared her throat."We'll take care of everything.""I can still work.""Of course."Her tone was far too agreeable."Pamela.""We'll send updates."I ended the call and immediately opened the reports from Asher
Amber POVBy the time we arrived at the castle, I had already decided that bed rest was a ridiculous concept.I wasn't even sick.My blood pressure was high.The babies were fine.I was fine.I just needed to—"Don't."I turned toward Jason."I didn't say anything.""You were thinking about work.""You don't know that.""I've been married to you long enough."He parked and came around to my side before I could open the door myself.I stared at the hand he offered me."I can walk.""The doctor said bed rest.""She didn't say you had to carry me from the car.""I can.""Try it and you'll need another medical examination."Jason grinned.At least he let me walk.We had barely made it through the castle doors when I realized we had a problem.A woman was sitting in the main sitting room with Mrs. Sun.She looked elegant.Composed.Absolutely furious.Franklin was sitting across from her.He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him.I stopped."Oh."Jason followed my gaze."Oh."Fran
I didn’t cry. I didn’t shake. I didn’t look back, or mourned the life and the years i will never get back, lost forever. I just went home, time to pack and say goodbye to my old life. The penthouse doors opened with biometric recognition the moment I stepped inside. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Marb
It did not take long for Victoria to fabricate a lie, but the explosion didn’t come from the board.It came from a live broadcast.Victoria stood behind a polished podium, composed as ever. Cameras flashed. Reporters leaned forward.“I did not intend to involve myself publicly,” she began, voice s
They called her in. No delay. No warning. The door opened ten minutes later. Amelie walked in looking immaculate — refreshed, polished, perfectly styled. Not a trace of nerves in her posture. At least not until her eyes landed on me. For a fraction of a second, the color drained from her face
We moved quickly through the hallway. Adrian walked behind me, gun raised, covering the corridor while I forced Henry Watson forward. The mansion was quieter than expected. Too quiet. Which meant either the guards were regrouping… or Jason was already on his way. I glanced over my shoulder.







