MasukKAELWe got back to her house.Nyla dropped her bag by the door and stood in the middle of her living room while I closed the door behind us and watched her."Say what's in your head," I said."I don't know where to start."She pressed her fingers to her forehead. "I keep thinking about her. Courtney." She stopped. "I don't know what to do with that because I already had a mother and—" She froze mid sentence. Her expression turned heavier. "This is my fault."“I have never met anyone that takes all the blame for literally everyone, like the way you do.""No, listen to me. Her being in danger is because of me. Because I started looking. If I had just left it alone she would be living her life and Grimes would have no reason to go anywhere near her."I crossed the room and stood in front of her. "Courtney got away.""You don't know that for sure. What if she's hiding away somewhere, living in constant fear?""I know she left that neighborhood years ago and nobody has been able to pin do
NYLAI got out of the car before Kael could say anything.The neighbor pointed again at the porch and I walked back up those four steps alone, crouching down to pick up the envelope. It was plain white, and slightly worn out. I turned it over and opened it.All that was inside was one line. A single strip of paper with four words written in very bold letters.*"You got lucky this time."*I read it twice. Then a third time. "What does that mean?"Kael had come up behind me and I held it out to him. He took it, read it, and I watched his expression to recognition."Kael?"He turned the strip of paper over and looked at the bottom corner of the envelope instead. There was a small marking stamped into the paper, barely visible, I'd missed it entirely but Kael didn't, which meant he might have some information. It was a symbol, almost like a monogram but not quite."You know what that is?" I asked. "I know this marking," he said quietly."From where?"He didn't answer immediately. He was
NYLAI looked at Jason for a moment before I answered him.It was just the first time I'd ever had to say it to him, and that felt kind of strange."He was a great father," Then I paused. "He wasn't perfect. He made mistakes that I'm still learning the full weight of. But when it came to showing up, he showed up."Jason didn't say anything. He just stood there absorbing it, he didn't try to hide how my words made him feel. Just a quiet, private kind of pain that had nowhere left to go."He cared about people," I added, and I meant it plainly. "Even the ones he didn't always know how to reach."Jason nodded once. Then he put his hands back in his pockets, turned around, and walked away down the street without another word. I stood at my driveway and watched him go, and the feeling in my chest wasn't satisfaction. It was much sadder than I thought.Kael appeared beside me. "You okay?""I think so."He looked at me sideways. "You sure you're alright sleeping alone tonight? I can stay."
NYLAI wanted to be annoyed, oh goodness knows I wanted to scream at him. But I couldn't quite get there because he wasn't wrong. Six months ago if he'd come to me with this I would have shut it down completely and probably been cold to him for a week afterward. "Fine. Tell me what you have.""Her name is Courtney Hart."The name came with warmth, as much as I hate to admit it. I turned it over in my head. Courtney Hart. A real name. A whole person I hadn't seen yet was so attached to my life."She was sixteen when she had you," Kael said. "Your birth father was around the same age. From what I could find, he didn't stay. Probably didn't know how to. Courtney came from a middle class family, no real support system for something like that, and alone at sixteen with no one to help her carry it, she made the only decision she felt like she had."I stared at the road ahead. "She gave me up.""She gave you a chance at life," he said. "There's a difference."I didn't argue with that. "Do
NYLAMy father's voice came through again, steadier this time, he'd taken a breath before speaking.*"The condition is this. Before you walk into that boardroom and claim what is yours, you will tell them the truth. All of it. About your mother, about the money that changed hands, about the agreement that was made to keep her quiet and keep you in that house. I know it will cost you. I know it feels like handing them a weapon. But the truth told by you is not a weapon, Nyla. It's armor. Don't let anyone be the one to tell your story. You tell it first."*Then the recording stopped. For real this time.Nobody spoke for a while.I sat there with my father's voice still echoing in my ears and I didn't move. Kael's hand was still on mine and I was grateful for the comfort of it because everything else felt slightly untethered.Adler broke the quiet first. "He believed that coming forward on your own terms would strip Jason of everything he planned to use against you. If you say it first,
NYLA"However you know how," I said. "Help me however you know how."Adler looked at me for a long moment, "Have a sit, Nyla."I sat. Kael stayed near the door, arms folded, without uttering a single word."What I'm about to tell you," Adler started, leaning forward in his chair, "I should have told you months ago. Maybe longer than that. Your father asked me to wait for the right moment and I respected that. But I've watched this situation go from a disagreement to something that could genuinely destroy everything he built, and I think the right moment is sitting in my living room at two in the morning.""What do you mean—""Let me finish." He held up a hand, not unkindly. "I know about Jason's plan for Monday. I know about the files, the board strategy, all of it. But what you don't know, what almost nobody knows, is that none of this started with Jason." He paused. "It started with Grimes."I felt Kael move in front of me."Grimes and your father had a history that goes back furth
NYLA “I’m at the private airfield on the east side, hangar number seventeen. Come quickly.” The line went dead. My stomach dropped. Without a second thought I grabbed my bag and dashed toward the door. I stopped only long enough to tell my assistant, “Dig up anything you can on Mr. Westwood.
NYLAHe smiled, his unpleasant voice dripping with false politeness.“Hello Miss Nyla, I believe we’ve met before.”Jason watched us both with interest, clearly enjoying the show.I forced my voice steady. “Yes, we have. We spoke briefly at the party.”The man, Mr. Westwood, or whatever Jason calle
NYLA“We hit the weak spots in the departments first thing, lock in two key clients before Jason can move, and I’ll pull some strings with suppliers for better margins. We move fast and quiet.”I nodded, still processing everything and the fear of what the next day’s boardroom would bring with thos
NYLA I stood frozen as Kael waved the taxi away with a sharp flick of his hand. The driver shrugged and pulled off into the night, leaving us alone on the quiet overlook. He dragged me closer to his chest again as our bodies pressed tight. My heart slammed so hard I could barely breathe.“Let me







