登入ARIANA"Very well. Not nothing."There it is.She gestures vaguely toward the house. "The Bindy family will continue after I'm gone."My stomach tightens. "Eleanor…""You are Matthew Bindy's granddaughter." Her gaze sharpens. "You carry Bindy blood whether you acknowledge it or not."I don't respond because honestly, I don't know how.She continues. "There is a place for you here if you want it."The room suddenly feels much quieter."What kind of place?""A legitimate one." She pauses. "Your inheritance."I blink. "My what?""You heard me."I definitely heard her but I just wish I hadn't.Eleanor studies my expression. "The matter has already been discussed."Of course it has. Apparently, everyone in Blackbridge enjoys discussing my future before informing me."If you wish it, your share will be formally transferred."The words sound surreal. Inheritance, family, blood. Everything I've never had. Everything I never expected. And somehow none of it feels real. Maybe not yet. Maybe not
ARIANA"What about my father?"The question hangs between us. Eleanor doesn't answer immediately. She looks toward the window, toward the darkness beyond the glass. And suddenly, I realize something that should probably concern me.Eleanor Bindy isn't choosing her words carefully because she's trying to protect me. She's choosing them carefully because she's deciding how much she wants me to know."Your father never knew you existed."I stare at her. "Why?""Because nobody told him."Again, a simple, clean but cruel answer. I let out a hollow laugh. "Apparently, that's a family tradition."The corner of Eleanor's mouth twitches, not because of amusement but of acknowledgment that my word is true."Your father and Linda's relationship ended long before your birth.""Because of Juliana?"A pause. "Partly."Meaning it wasn’t entirely. I find that quite interesting. Even now, she's rationing information. Then I lean back slowly. "I'm starting to understand why everyone in this family talk
ARIANAThe Bindy estate sits on a hill overlooking Blackbridge. Even at two in the morning, it feels less like a home and more like a kingdom. The gates alone are larger than most houses.The drive seems endless. Old trees line both sides of the road with their branches stretching over us in the silence.The car is silent during the journey. By the time we arrive, exhaustion has settled deep into my bones. But sleep is impossible, not tonight, and not after everything.A maid leads us through halls lined with portraits. Generations of Bindys stare down from gilded frames. Politicians, industrialists, judges, and military officers. People who built cities and ruined others. The weight of their legacy hangs in every room.Finally, Eleanor leads me into a private sitting room overlooking the gardens, where tea is already waiting. She lowers herself into a chair, but I remain standing. "I'm not here for tea.""No," she agrees. "You're here for answers."I fold my arms. "Then start talkin
ARIANAWithout another word, Mason catches my wrist gently and pulls me backward into the darker section between a huge flowerpot and a stone column. My back hits cool marble. Mason steps close in front of me just as Jonathan and another man walk past the open window outside.Neither of them notices us."...Cox situation is becoming complicated," the unfamiliar man mutters quietly.Jonathan's voice stays calm. "Then handle it before Blackbridge loses patience."I feel my pulse slow dangerously as my heart pounds against my chest.The man exhales. "And the girl?"A pause. Then Jonathan says quietly, "She matters now."Their voices fade into the night.Mason steps out from where we're hidden and moves further into the hall, still a few feet away from me. I step out and stand beside him.My eyes find the exit. Victor is being led away by three people. Durrell is searching for me with his eyes as he follows them out of the hall."I have to go," I say.Mason nods once. "Be careful, Grace.
ARIANAI force myself to speak evenly. "You seem to know a lot about my family."Mason's mouth curves slightly. "Do I?"I hate that answer immediately. Before I can respond, Juliana appears beside us fast enough to feel unnatural."Ariana." Her voice is too smooth, too controlled for someone who's been on edge all evening. "Senator Vale was asking for you earlier."A lie. An obvious lie. Mason notices too and smirks at it. But Juliana keeps her eyes fixed on me instead, ignoring his reaction."Really," I say flatly."Really." Juliana repeats softly. There's something underneath it now, a warning, or fear. Maybe both."I wasn't aware Senator Vale knew my name.""People in power pay attention to anyone acquiring hockey teams." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. "But that doesn't mean you're ready for every invitation that comes your way.""I manage fine.""Do you?" She tilts her head. "Because from where I'm standing, you've been stumbling through this evening like someone who wandered i
DURRELLThe agents lead Victor out of the hall.I glance back toward the east wing windows. Ariana is watching us now, her conversation with Mason forgotten, concern flickering across her face. I gesture for her to meet us outside. She nods once.Good. At least she's paying attention."Come on," I say to Charles. "We're following in your car."We move toward the exit. Victor is already at the doors, flanked by Agent Reeves and her two colleagues. A black sedan waits at the curb, unmarked, engine running."We'll take our own car," Charles says to Agent Reeves.She nods once. "The BBI office in Lakebridge."Victor glances back at us before he ducks into the sedan. His eyes meet mine for just a second. There's something in them I can't name, it’s not fear, not resignation, but something else. Then the door closes, and the car pulls away.Charles is already on his phone, calling for his driver. I'm on mine, calling the family lawyer.He picks up on the second ring. "What's happened?""Vict
“Involved how?”Victor turned back to me.“Theodore requested a private review of a joint logistics agreement three days before he was shot.”My pulse stumbled.“A joint agreement between whom?”“Chase Construction and one of our automotive subsidiaries.”I stared at him.“You’re saying his shootin
ARIANAVictor Cox’s office did not try to impress anyone.It didn’t need to.The building itself was glass and quiet steel, rising above Lakebridge like it owned the skyline. The receptionist didn’t smile when I gave my name. She just nodded, as if she had been expecting me long before I walked in.
SELENEI stared at the hotel room door after it closed.He left.Maxwell actually left me here, crying, to follow her back to the car.I sank onto the bed, pressing my hands to my face. The robe he'd bought me felt too soft, too expensive, too much like a consolation prize.My phone sat on the nigh
*Maxwell*When I stepped off the elevator onto the private floor, I saw them immediately.Two men in dark suits flanked the door to a corner room. Durrell's men. I'd seen enough of them lately to recognize them.Durrell himself stood outside the room, speaking into his phone, watching me approach l







