Two days had gone by since Amy awoke in Bruce’s apartment, and during that time, she had wept until her eyes felt sore, yelled until her throat hurt, and attempted to understand a reality that had flipped completely upside down.
Yet, amidst everything, there was Bruce.. dependable, serene, and present for her in ways she never realized she required, but now couldn’t envision life without. She was assigned a guest room, nestled in the corner of Bruce’s minimalist apartment.. a tranquil area that resembled the stillness before the chaos. She had always been aware that Bruce would support her, but she didn’t foresee the extent to which he would rise to the occasion when her life was in chaos. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand, showing an incoming call from Liam. This time, she didn’t trouble herself to glance at the screen, her finger brushing it aside without a second thought. She wasn't interested in hearing his voice. Bruce’s presence enabled her to build barriers, regain some of her strength, and crucially, to sense that she wasn’t isolated in this. Amy perched on the bed's edge, her fingers gripping a mug of tea firmly as she gazed out the window. Today, she would move ahead.. distancing herself from the destruction Liam had caused. The door creaked gently, and she glanced over to see Bruce in the doorway, a knock still reverberating behind him. "You’re awake," he remarked, his tone quiet but gentle. He possessed a manner of speaking that made everything appear to be in order, even when the surroundings were anything but. Amy gave him a small, exhausted smile. "I’m awake." She put the mug down on the bedside table, sitting up a little straighter. "What's the news?" Bruce walked into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. "The board meeting’s in a few hours. We’ve been working for days on making sure that clause gets removed from your father’s will." Amy’s stomach tightened, the familiar sense of dread creeping up on her. “You think it’s going to work?” Bruce nodded confidently, but there was a glint of something else in his eyes. “It will. The legal team’s been working overtime, and everything is lined up. Your father’s stipulation.. the one that says you forfeit everything if your marriage ends.. was never legally airtight. We've found multiple loopholes, and now we’re in a position to challenge it, with or without Liam’s consent.” She raised an eyebrow, trying to push past the swelling sense of panic. “But, if the divorce is finalized… does that mean..” “It doesn’t matter. The clause was based on a marriage that was meant to protect your inheritance, not Liam’s. It was a misstep on your father’s part, one we can use to our advantage now.” Bruce took a deep breath, setting his shoulders. “That’s why I’ve been working with the best legal minds to make sure that you get everything you deserve, Amy.” She stared at him for a long moment, her emotions threatening to burst through. Bruce had been tirelessly researching, fighting in ways she never even considered, all because he believed in her. The realization was like a punch to the gut. He’s been here for me. All along. In ways I couldn’t even see until now. “You’ve really been doing all of this?” she asked, her voice small, vulnerable. “For me?” Bruce smirked, but it didn’t hide the sincerity in his gaze. “I’m your friend, Amy. You don’t think I’d help you after everything?” She shook her head slightly, disbelief washing over her. “But… I didn’t even know if I could trust anyone after everything that’s happened.” “I get it,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “But I’ve always had your back, even when you didn’t see it. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, Ames.” Amy blinked rapidly, her chest tightening. There was a lump in her throat, but she swallowed it down. “Thank you, Bruce. For everything.” Bruce’s expression softened, and he gave her a half-smile. "The board meeting will be a formality, but the real challenge will come after that. Once the clause is officially voided, the next step is getting your father’s estate back into your hands, and that’s where things get tricky. Liam is going to fight this, but with the legal team behind us, we can make sure you don’t lose anything.” The weight of it all was beginning to hit her again.. the storm that was about to come. But she couldn’t afford to back down, not now. Not after everything she’d fought for, everything she’d almost lost. Bruce's voice interrupted her thoughts. “Also… there’s the flight to London. You’re scheduled to leave today. It’s time to set things up for yourself.” Amy blinked. It was the final piece in her journey.. what she had been avoiding for months, even years. The escape. “I’m going to be fine, right?” she whispered, almost to herself. Bruce placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes unwavering. “You’re going to be more than fine. You’ve got this.” A surge of relief flooded her as she nodded, sensing the familiar feeling of determination beginning to surface. She had been knocked over, but she was prepared to rise and battle. No further running. Bruce offered her a brief nod before rising and facing the door. "I'll ensure everything is prepared for you. Just remember, you’re not by yourself in this." Amy observed him as he approached the door, her heart racing in her chest. She grasped the tea again, the warmth anchoring her in the truth of everything. However, just as he was about to twist the door knob, Bruce's phone vibrated, and upon looking at the screen, his complexion turned white. It came from the legal department. The subject line of the email stated: “Important: Court Submission – Short-Term Delay on Inheritance.” Amy felt a chill as she saw the look on her friend’s face. “Bruce?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Bruce looked at her, his eyes locking with hers. “I’m afraid it’s already happening. They’ve filed the motion.” “Wh.. What?!”The boardroom was colder than usual. Maybe it was the air conditioning. Maybe it was the stares.I walked in with Edward at my side. Everyone was already seated. Liam sat near the head of the table, relaxed, smug, like he owned the place.The chairman cleared his throat. “Ms. Hawkes, thank you for joining us. Today we’re here to address concerns regarding the company’s stability.”“Let’s not waste time,” Liam said smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “The footage is out there. My wife.. ” he emphasized the word.. “was seen at my penthouse. Weeks later, she’s suddenly engaged to Mr. Parker. Investors are nervous. And frankly, they should be. Conflicted loyalties make her unfit to lead.”I slammed my folder onto the table. “Don’t twist this. You know damn well why I went there. It wasn’t reconciliation. It wasn’t love. It was about the will. About the truth you’ve been hiding.”Liam smirked. “Perception is everything, Amy. And right now, perception says you’re unstable. You run to me
The morning after the video leaked, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. News alerts, gossip sites, emails from the board. Every headline screamed the same thing.“Proof of Reconciliation?”“Amy Back in Liam’s Arms?”“Inheritance Battle Now Just a Lovers’ Quarrel?”I wanted to throw the damn phone through the window.Bruce and Edward were already at my apartment when I walked into the living room. Edward had his laptop open, scrolling through the flood of articles. Bruce just stood there with his arms crossed, jaw tight.Edward didn’t waste time. “It’s everywhere. Liam’s PR team is spinning it hard. They’re saying you’ve been in ‘ongoing reconciliation talks’ with him, which undercuts our bias motion. If the court thinks you’re still working things out, it kills the argument that Liam is acting maliciously.”My chest burned. “They’re lying.”“Doesn’t matter,” Edward said flatly. “Perception is reality. And right now, you look like you’re manipulating both the court and the company.”I ran
I shoved the flash drive across the table.“Play it,” I told them.The lawyers leaned in. Edward, Doyle’s junior partner, connected it to his laptop. The screen filled with the grainy video of Liam, late at night, slipping into a private restaurant booth with a man in a black suit. They spoke low, heads bent close, but the sound picked up enough words.. “judge,” “favorable,” “timing,”.. to make my stomach twist.When it ended, the room was dead quiet.“Tell me I’m not crazy,” I said. “He’s bribing him, right?”Edward exhaled slowly, pressing his fingertips together. “It looks like influence. Not direct money passing hands, but promises. Meetings like this are not innocent. Especially when the man across from him is Judge Rowland’s advisor.”“So, what do we do?” I asked. My chest felt tight. “He’s already freezing everything. If the judge is in his pocket.. ”“We file for judicial bias,” Edward cut in. “It’s the only move. We’ll motion for a review, get another judge to oversee. It’l
Bruce burst through the suite’s door before the sun had cleared the skyline. His tie dangled loose, and he was still breathing hard from the run up the stairs.“Pack a bag,” he said. “Board session noon sharp. We’re swinging the vote.”Amy, already dressed in jeans and a blazer, tucked the threatening note into her pocket. “With what leverage?”Bruce dropped a slim leather folder onto the table. Inside lay a single signature page—blank but branded with a crest Amy hadn’t seen since childhood: a silver hawk surrounded by ivy.Her throat tightened. “Where did you get that?”“From the silent investor,” Bruce said. “She’s ready to step into the light.”Amy’s pulse skipped. She traced the crest with her thumb. “She?”A knock sounded. Bruce opened the door, and there, framed by the hallway’s morning glow, stood Helena Fairfax—Amy’s godmother. Tailored gray suit, pearls, and eyes that held both kindness and steel.Amy froze. Memories crashed forward: summers on Helena’s vineyard, lessons in
Amy's breath caught as velvet curtains brushed her bare shoulders. The gala stage lights were nothing like the soft lamp glow from that night two years ago, but the memory snapped down on her all the same.~Flashback~She had been laughing then.. young, tired, barefoot on the penthouse balcony. Liam came up behind her, a jeweler’s box hidden in one hand. He fastened a sapphire necklace at her throat, cool stones sliding over warm skin. “For the woman who never lies to me,” he whispered. Amy turned, smiling at the joke, and noticed the second glass of wine already half‑empty on the railing. One glass too many. She asked who had joined him before she arrived. He said no one. A week later she learned the first lie had worn lipstick.~Back to now~The ballroom spun back into focus. Amy adjusted the thin strap of her silver dress, steadying her pulse. That necklace.. her necklace.. now glittered on Celine's collarbone across the room. Every sapphire an old bruise.Music swelled. Waitstaff
The knock came at dawn, three sharp taps that rattled the hotel‑suite door.Amy jolted awake, adrenaline burning away the last scraps of sleep. She opened the door a crack and found Bruce in the hallway, eyes bright, hair still damp from the shower.“Package arrived,” he said. “Time to spring the trap.”No coffee, no small talk.. just business. Amy liked that about him, even when it scared her.Action moved fast. An hour later they sat in a borrowed office three floors below, the kind used for pop‑up war rooms and quiet takeovers. On the table lay a thin manila envelope. Inside: doctored financial statements Bruce's tech contact had whipped up overnight. They looked real.. enough to fool a bloodhound.Bruce slid the pages toward the open laptop camera. “Our mole will pass these to Liam within the hour.”Amy crossed her arms. “And you’ re sure the metadata points to only three people?”“Positive.” He tapped the screen. “If it leaks, we trace the document signature. Whoever forwards it