LOGINJake's POVMarcus's office was quiet when I walked in the next morning. He stood behind his desk with a folder open in front of him, and the dark circles under his eyes told me he had slept even less than I had."Sit down, Jake." He turned the folder toward me. "Another payment came up last night. It's tied to Liam's department and it doesn't match anything in the project plan."I leaned over the page and felt my stomach tighten. "Do you think Liam is stealing from the company?""I can't say that yet." He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly tired of hearing the question in his own head. "I need proof before I put that word on my brother.""I agree." I sat down slowly. "But there's something I haven't told you in full. I saw Liam outside the building with a man in a dark suit, and he ended the conversation the second he noticed me."Marcus's eyes sharpened. "Do you know who the man was?""No, and I don't want to guess." I shook my head. "A guess could ruin someone who did nothing wron
Jia’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed with the phone still pressed against my ear. “Rachel, what exactly did Liam submit?”“He is challenging some of your financial claims and asking for more time to review the marital assets.” Her voice stayed firm, and that helped me breathe. “If we do not respond properly, the process could drag on.”“He is doing this to keep control over me.” My hand tightened around the phone. “He knows I want to be free, so he is making it as hard as he can.”“Do not panic. We can answer every point in that request.”“Does this mean I stay married to him much longer?”“It may take more time, but Liam cannot stop a divorce just because he does not want it.” She said it so plainly that my shoulders loosened a little. “I will file our response this week.”“I want everything handled properly, and I do not want Marcus anywhere near the legal side.”“Understood. Get some rest, Jia.”After she hung up, I sat in the quiet room for a long time. The sheets were still war
Jia's POVMia's message came through at noon while I was reviewing a patient chart between rounds. Meet me at the café on Seventh Street. We need to talk. Just us.Every instinct in my body told me to ignore it, to delete the message and go back to my patients and pretend the woman who had been trying to destroy my life for months did not exist. But I knew Mia well enough by now to understand that ignoring her would only make her more reckless, and a reckless Mia with evidence in her hands was more dangerous than a controlled one sitting across a table from me.The café was small and quiet, tucked between a bookstore and a dry cleaner on a street that nobody in the Collins family would ever visit. Mia was already sitting in the corner booth when I arrived, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea she had not touched and her eyes sharp enough to cut through glass."Thank you for coming." She smiled and it was the kind of smile that a snake would give if snakes could smile. "I was not sure
Liam's POVI did not sleep that night. I sat in my study with every transaction I could still access spread across the desk, and I went through them one by one until my eyes burned.By three in the morning I had an explanation for most of them. The rest I would have to build out of thin air before the meeting started.At five, I picked up the phone and called Gordon Reeves, the head of the logistics division. He answered on the second ring, sounding like a man who had been waiting for me to call."Liam, it is five in the morning.""I know what time it is." I kept my voice warm and easy. "I wanted you to hear this from me before the meeting. Marcus is getting suspicious about ordinary business decisions.""He has been asking a lot of questions lately," Gordon said carefully."He has, and I understand why. He carries a lot of weight." I leaned back in my chair. "But if every small expense becomes an investigation, we will lose deals that could grow this company.""What do you need from
Mia's POVEverything was unraveling faster than I had planned and I could feel the threads slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I tried to hold them. Jia's divorce was moving forward like a train that had already left the station and nothing I did seemed to slow it down. And the worse part, the part that kept me awake at night staring at the ceiling while Jake slept beside me without touching me, was that Marcus's feelings for Jia were becoming something I could no longer dismiss as a passing infatuation. Once Jia was legally free, Marcus was going to tell the family the truth, and that truth was going to burn down every single thing I had spent six years building.Jake had also started watching me. Not the way a husband watches a wife he loves, but the way a man watches a stranger he suspects of hiding something in her coat pocket. Every time he asked where I had been or how my day went, I felt my pulse quicken because I could not tell if the question was innocent or if
"No. But the way Liam reacted when he saw me was not the reaction of a man having a normal business meeting. It was the reaction of a man who got caught doing something he should not be doing.""Be careful, Jake." I held his gaze. "Following Liam without proof could create another problem on top of the ones we already have. If he finds out we are watching him before we have enough evidence, he will destroy whatever trail he has left.""I know. But I do not trust this situation and I do not think you should either.""If we find something concrete, we deal with it properly." I stood up and gathered the folders. "Openly and legally. Not by secretly attacking our own brother behind his back."That afternoon my phone rang and a number I did not recognize appeared on the screen. It was Rachel Whitfield, Jia's divorce lawyer, requesting a document connected to the settlement valuation."Mr. Collins, I need to clarify something about a joint asset listed in the marital estate," she said profe







