LOGINCELESTINE'S POV:Twelve years have passed.Twelve years of peace. Twelve years of love. Twelve years of watching my family grow and change and become something I never dared to imagine.I am in my forties now and I am not the woman who stood in that bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test, hoping that a baby would fix a broken marriage. I am not the woman who walked out of that penthouse at three in the morning with nothing but an old coat and a shattered heart.I am someone else entirely. Someone stronger. Someone loved. Someone home.The house is always full of noise and chaos and laughter. That is always the first thing I notice every morning when I wake up. The sound of footsteps on the stairs. The sound of voices arguing over breakfast. The sound of life, real life, the kind of life that I used to dream about when I was sitting alone in that penthouse, waiting for a husband who never came home.Alistair is twelve now. A certified genius, his tutors tell me. He takes advance
VLADIMIR'S POV: I watch my empire burn from a safe house in Eastern Europe. The walls are concrete. The windows are boarded. The only light comes from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. I sit in a wooden chair and I stare at the television screen, watching the news reports, watching my life's work disappear in a flood of red ink and legal jargon and empty buildings. Lysander Ashcroft did this. He did this to me. He did this to my family. My son is in prison. My wife is dead. My allies have abandoned me. My fortune is gone. Everything I built, everything I sacrificed for, everything I bled for, is gone. I should feel something. Anger. Grief. The burning desire for revenge. But I feel nothing. I am empty. Hollow. A ghost in a concrete room. I think about Kier Thornwell. The man who started all of this. The man who came to me with his desperate plea and his broken soul and his willingness to trade everything for revenge. He is dead now. He died in a prison hospital, alone and
LYSANDER'S POV: Vladimir Drakon had been quiet since Kier's death and his son Nikolai's imprisonment. That was what worried me. I had spent years in this world, learning to read the spaces between moves, and I knew what silence from a man like Vladimir meant. It did not mean gone. It did not mean defeated. It meant patience. It meant watching from somewhere I could not yet see, waiting for the moment I dropped my guard. I had not dropped my guard. I had informants in places that would make most people uncomfortable to know about. Eyes and ears embedded in the quieter corners of the underworld, people who reported to people who reported to me through channels deliberately designed to be tedious to trace. One of them, a woman connected to a man who is connected to another man who owed me a favour, came to me with news that settled in my chest like cold water. She sat across from my desk with her hands folded in her lap, composed in the way that people who work dangerous jobs learn
MAXWELL'S POV:The hospital room fills up quickly.Lysander comes first, with Celestine and Elara and Alistair. He looks at my daughter with those gray eyes and his face softens in a way I have never seen before."She is beautiful," he says. "She looks just like Athena.""She has Maxwell's smile," Celestine says. "And I know some of Athena's stubbornness."Athena glares at her. "My stubbornness is a gift."Celestine grins. "A gift to all of us."Elara tugs on my sleeve. She is four now, still quiet, still cautious, but more confident than she was when she first arrived. She looks at the baby with wide green eyes."Is that my cousin?" she asks."It is," I say. "Her name is Isabelle."Elara nods. "She is small.""Babies are very small."Alistair is in Lysander's arms. He is almost a year old, his dark hair thick and his gray eyes bright. He reaches toward his sister, his hand grabbing at the air. He does not understand what is happening, not really. But he knows that something important
ATHENA'S POV:A Few Months Later…I give birth to a daughter some months after my wedding.The labor is long. Longer than I expected. Longer than I prepared for. I spent my whole pregnancy reading books and attending classes and convincing myself that I was ready for this. But nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. The pain. The exhaustion. The moment when the doctor looks at me and says, "One more push," and I think I cannot do it, I cannot do it, I cannot do it.But I do it. I do it because I have to. I do it because my daughter is waiting. I do it because Maxwell is holding my hand and telling me that I am amazing, that I am strong, that I can do this.She is born at 6 AM on a Tuesday and she is tiny and perfect and she has Maxwell's smile and my stubbornness.They place her on my chest. Her skin is warm against mine. Her eyes are closed. Her tiny fingers are curled into fists. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.I look up at Maxwell. He is standing bes
LYSANDER'S POV:"Are you a happy baby?" she asks him. "Are you a happy, happy baby?"Alistair gurgles. She laughs. A real laugh. The first one I have heard from her.I back away slowly, careful not to disturb them. I find Celestine in the kitchen. She is making tea, her back to me, her shoulders tense."Celestine," I say.She turns. Her eyes are red."Elara called me Mummy," she says.I freeze."What?""She called me Mummy. Just now. She was playing with Alistair and she looked up and she said, 'Mummy, can I have some juice?'""Did you give her the juice?""I gave her the juice. And then I came in here and I cried."I walk over to her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close."Happy tears?" I ask."Happy tears," she says. "The happiest tears ever."I hold her. Her body shakes with silent sobs."You are a good person, Celestine Valancourt Ashcroft," I say. "The best person I know."She looks up at me. Her brown eyes are wet."I am just trying to do the right thing," she says."Tha
Celestine's POV:We laughed together too. That was the strangest part. I had not laughed in years, lol, not really, the laugh that came from deep in your belly and made your cheeks hurt and left you gasping for air. I had smiled at parties and chuckled at Kier's business associates' jokes and made
Later, after dinner, after the coffee and the brandy and the long conversation about nothing in particular, Celestine found herself in the library.The fire was burning low, and the rain had started outside, tapping against the windows in a soft, soothing rhythm. She was curled up in her favorite a
She was beautiful. She had the same dark hair as Lysander, the same gray eyes, the same strong jaw and high cheekbones. But where Lysander's intensity was controlled, Athena's was loud and aggressive, a weapon she wielded like a sword.She was wearing a black pantsuit and heels that added at least
The drive back to Valancourt House as the sun began to set was comfortable and filled with the type of easy silence that Celestine had never experienced with anyone before, not even during the early days of her marriage when Kier was still pretending to be a decent husband who cared about her feeli







