Mag-log inAmber POVJason was stressed, but beneath all the confusion, anger, and questions, I could see something else in him that I hadn't expected.Relief.It felt strange to call it that when we'd just discovered that the man Jason had believed was his biological father might not actually be his father, but I understood where the feeling came from. For years, Jason had tried to understand how Mr. White could have given him away so easily. Even after we'd learned that the Vincents had pressured him, even after Mr. White claimed he'd been threatened and hadn't truly been given a choice, one fact remained impossible to excuse.He had accepted money for Jason.There were softer ways to describe it, but I wasn't interested in using them. If someone gave you money in exchange for taking away your child and you accepted it, you sold your child. Whatever threats had accompanied the transaction didn't erase that fact."I hope he's not my father," Jason admitted quietly.We were in our bedroom, where
Amber POVWe waited until evening to tell Mr. and Mrs. Sun.We simply asked them to meet us in the living room.Jason was firmly enforcing my bed-rest restrictions, so walking downstairs apparently required the level of supervision normally reserved for transporting a head of state."I can walk.""I know.""Then stop holding my arm.""No.""I'm pregnant, not ninety.""Your blood pressure was high.""You're raising it."That made Mrs. Sun look up from the sofa as we entered."He's right."I stared at her."You don't even know what we're arguing about.""I heard enough."Mr. Sun laughed from his chair.Traitors.All of them.Jason helped me settle onto the sofa, arranged a cushion behind me, and only then sat beside me.Mrs. Sun looked between us."What happened?""The babies are fine," I said immediately.Her shoulders visibly relaxed."Then what is it?"Jason handed her the DNA report.Mrs. Sun read it.Her expression slowly changed.Mr. Sun noticed and leaned closer."What?"She hand
Amber POVThe problem with secrets was that once one cracked open, ten more seemed to crawl out behind it. I had spent most of the morning reviewing everything we had collected on the White family, and this time I wasn't looking at White Corporation. I was looking at the family itself: birth records, marriage certificates, old trusts, property transfers, corporate partnerships, photographs, archived legal documents, and everything the Ember Association and Jason's contacts had managed to uncover.Eventually, I found something that made me stop scrolling."Jason, come here."He was sitting across the room with his own laptop, supposedly working, although I knew perfectly well that half his attention was on me. Ever since the doctor put me on bed rest, Jason had developed an irritating sixth sense for whenever I was about to discover something stressful."What did you find?""The Whites and the Vincents are connected."That got him moving. He crossed the room and sat beside me, taking t
Amber POVGrandpa walked into the press conference looking like he had been waiting years for someone to annoy him publicly.The woman with the supposedly defective bag was there.So was her lawyer.So was the bag.Reporters filled the room.I watched everything from bed.Because apparently this was my life now.The accusations came quickly.Poor materials.False advertising.Luxury pricing for inferior merchandise.One reporter asked whether Asher Corporation had knowingly sold defective products.Grandpa didn't argue.He didn't threaten anyone.He simply looked at the woman."May I see the bag?"She handed it over.Grandpa examined it briefly.Then looked toward her."Could you provide the bag identification number given to you by the salesperson?"The woman hesitated."What?""The identification number."She looked at her lawyer.Grandpa waited."I don't have it with me.""That's unfortunate."Then he asked, "Your receipt?"Another hesitation."I lost it."The room changed.Reporte
Amber POVBy the time I reached six months pregnant, I had discovered something important.Bed rest did not make time move faster.If anything, it made every day approximately seventy hours long.The twins were getting bigger.So was I.My blood pressure had improved enough that the doctor was no longer threatening me with hospitalization every time she saw me, but I was still under strict orders to rest.And after a month of investigating Asher Corporation, we finally knew how bad the problem had been.Very bad.The good news?Not a single one of the low-quality products had reached another customer after we'd discovered the scheme.The moment Emilia confirmed my suspicions, Pamela and her team had quietly started separating questionable inventory.By the time the full audit exposed the scale of the operation, everything was already contained.Low-quality materials were removed.Finished products made with questionable materials were isolated.Warehouses were checked.Distribution wa
Amber POVMy grandfather arrived that evening.I should have known something was wrong when Mrs. Sun entered the bedroom with him.Together.They had been disagreeing about practically everything since I'd married Jason.Seeing them united was terrifying."No."Neither had spoken yet.Grandpa frowned."What do you mean, no?""Whatever you're about to suggest."Mrs. Sun crossed her arms."You haven't heard it.""I don't need to. You're cooperating."Jason coughed suspiciously.I looked at him."Whose side are you on?""The babies'."Traitor number three.Grandpa sat down."I want you admitted to the hospital.""No.""Amber.""No.""Your blood pressure remains unstable.""And I'm being monitored."Mrs. Sun spoke next."Then we've reached a compromise."I looked between them."I don't like that word anymore.""If you refuse hospitalization, we'll hire a doctor to remain here."I stared at her."A doctor.""Yes.""Living here.""Or staying on the property.""No."Grandpa's patience visibl
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
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
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.







