LOGINJane’s POV
“What side of the bed does Raymond prefer?”
The tall woman in the red dress looked at me expectantly. I sat in the middle of the training room, searching for an answer that simply wasn’t there.
“I… I don’t know.”
Her expression tightened. “You live in his house. As far as the outside world is concerned, you’re the only woman he trusts, yet you can’t answer something that simple?”
JaneMrs. Hale didn’t speak again until we reached the estate. She walked ahead of us, and Raymond followed without hesitation, which told me more than words could have.The moment we entered her private sitting room; she turned toward him. “Sit down, Raymond.” Her voice was calm, but there was no room for negotiation as she took the chair across from us.Raymond sat beside me, his expression unreadable. I noticed the change immediately. At the banquet, he had stood between me and Valentina without hesitation, but here, in front of his mother, he kept a careful distance.Mrs. Hale’s eyes moved between us before settling on her son. “I want to understand something. Did you truly believe bringing Jane into that room would not create consequences?”Raymond didn’t look away. “I knew there would be consequences.”“And you accepted them?” Mrs. Hale asked, studying him closely.“Yes.” The answer came so quickly that I found myself glancing at him.Mrs. Hale leaned back slightly, her attentio
Jane’s POVMrs. Hale’s eyes moved from Raymond to me, taking in the space between us and the way his hand rested near my back. She didn’t look angry, but there was a sharpness in her expression that made it clear she expected an explanation.“Raymond, what exactly is going on?” she asked, her voice calm as she looked directly at her son. The question carried enough weight that even the people nearby stopped pretending not to listen.Raymond remained composed, but I noticed the slight change in his posture. He wasn’t intimidated by his mother, but he was clearly aware that this was a conversation he couldn’t avoid.Before he could answer, Valentina stepped forward with a controlled expression that didn’t match the anger in her eyes. “I can explain what’s happening,” she said as she looked between Raymond and me. “Your son ended our engagement and decided to bring her here instead.”My fingers tightened slightly around my clutch, but I kept my expression neutral. This was exactly the ki
Jane The grand ballroom doors swung open, and the hum of a hundred conversations washed over me. My steps almost faltered as I tightened my grip on the silver clutch in my hand, but Raymond noticed before I said a word. Without taking his eyes off the crowded ballroom, he leaned in slightly and said, “Relax your shoulders, and don’t hold your purse like you’re expecting a fight. People notice the little things, especially when they’re looking for a reason to judge you.” I forced my fingers to loosen around the clutch and let it rest naturally against my hip. “I remember the lessons.” “I know you do,” he replied calmly. “Just don’t overthink them. Speak when you’re spoken to, keep your answers short, and let everyone else do most of the talking. The less you reveal, the less they can use against you.” His hand settled lightly against the small of my back, warm even through the thin silk of my dress. Remembering every instruction he’d given me, I walked beside him into the ballroom
Jane’s POV“What side of the bed does Raymond prefer?”The tall woman in the red dress looked at me expectantly. I sat in the middle of the training room, searching for an answer that simply wasn’t there.“I… I don’t know.”Her expression tightened. “You live in his house. As far as the outside world is concerned, you’re the only woman he trusts, yet you can’t answer something that simple?”“I’ve never been inside his bedroom,” I admitted.“The rest of the world doesn’t know that.” She tapped a manicured fingernail against the glass table. “Let’s try something else. What’s his favorite drink?”“Black coffee.”“And who makes it?”“I thought Evelyn did.”She shook her head. “Evelyn serves it, but his personal guard brews it. These are the detai
Jane’s POV“ Walk back to the double doors and do it again!”The tall woman in the bright red dress barked the order across the polished ballroom. I stopped where I was and pressed my trembling hands against my cream skirt. Sweat clung to the back of my neck, and my feet ached after spending three straight hours in three-inch heels.“I’ve already done it three times,” I said, my throat dry.“And you’ve done it wrong three times.”She strode toward me with stiff, measured steps before stopping a couple of feet away. Folding her arms, she looked me over with obvious disappointment.“You’re walking too fast. You look like you’re trying to catch a morning bus.”“I’m just trying to keep up with the rhythm you showed me.”“Trying isn’t enough.” Her voice stayed cool and unforgiving. “When you walk into a room beside
Jane’s POV“Yes.” Clara watched my reaction carefully. “Numbers tell stories, Jane. A missing payment, an unusual transfer, a company that suddenly changes ownership… someone with access to financial records can uncover secrets long before anyone else realizes they’ve left a trail.”I had spent years looking at ledgers and balance sheets.To me, they had always been numbers.I’d never imagined they could be weapons.“So they don’t win by starting wars,” I said slowly, piecing it together. “They win by knowing things no one else does.”A satisfied smile crossed Clara’s face.“Exactly. By the time the Navarro family makes a move, they’ve usually spent months gathering information. Their enemies are often defeated before they even realize a war has begun.”A quiet uneasiness settled in my chest.I’d only been part of this world for a few days, yet every lesson seemed to reveal another danger I’d never considered. I found myself wondering how many secrets Raymond carried and whether someo







