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DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS. Chapter Fifty
ImogenMy phone buzzed three times in thirty seconds.Shannon: You're an international star now. Don't let Brett anywhere near your good charcoal.Brett: I expect ten percent of your Munich earnings for emotional support. Also, get me blueberry bagels.Declan: The museum sent the deposit. I moved it into an offshore account earning 4.8% interest. You're officially disgustingly rich, Minnie.I dropped my head against the sofa in the estate library and groaned."I am sitting six feet away from you!" I called across the room.Brett was lying upside down in an armchair, his boots hanging over the back as he ate grapes. He didn't even glance up from his phone."What's your point? It's easier to text.""You're all impossible.""We prefer to think of ourselves as a family with excellent communication.""You're a family of nuisances," I shot back, grinning.The doors opened, and Eugene walked in, looking as though he'd just stepped off a flight from London. He placed a box in front of me on t
DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS. Chapter Forty-Nine
Francis"Two point four million, Francis. On a single canvas. To the Munich Modern, no less."Julian Croft tossed the arts section of the morning paper onto the coffee table in my office. He whistled through his teeth as he sat back."I mean, hell, you must’ve known she had that in her, right? You two lived together for four years. What’d you do with all the prototypes? Leave them in the attic?"I stared at the photograph on the front page.The headline read: FROM PRIVATE GHOST TO MODERN MASTER: IMOGEN REDDIN COMMANDS THE EAST COAST CONTEMPORARY SCENE.And underneath it was her.She was wearing the gown Brett had probably forced on her, her dark hair pinned back, her shoulders straight. She was laughing, looking slightly sideways, while Adrian King stood beside her with his hand resting against the small of her back. It wasn't a possessive gesture. It was easy, familiar, the kind of touch that told everyone watching that they belonged beside each other.Shannon Reddin had an arm aroun
DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS. Chapter Forty-Eight
ImogenBreakfast at the Reddin estate was usually loud, but this morning it sounded like a hostile takeover disguised as a victory lap."I’ll have the foundation cover the catalog printing, the opening night reception, and the private security detail," Eugene declared before I had even poured cream into my coffee. He was typing one-handed on his tablet, his tailored sleeves already rolled back. "We’ll hire the best catering firm from Paris, fly in the press, and—""Eugene, stop," I said, setting the ceramic creamer down hard on the marble. "Stop typing right now."He paused, looking up with that classic, deadpan CEO stare. "It's just standard support from the foundation, Imogen.""It's an art exhibition, not a damn political summit!" I shoved a piece of toast onto my plate, glaring down the island. "I told Evelyn Cross yes because she liked my work. Not because she wanted a Reddin Foundation gala where fifty rich guys in tuxedos drink champagne and ignore the walls. I am organizing th
DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS. Chapter Forty-Seven
Imogen“You look breathtaking, Imogen," he said, his voice dropping into that low, warm register that made the noise in my head stop dead."Thanks," I whispered, sliding my palm into his, feeling the steady heat of his fingers wrap around mine. "Let's leave before Shannon tries to put bulletproof plates in your glove box."The Metropolitan Modern Pavilion was buzzing with energy when we arrived.Massive glass walls, amber spotlights washing over concrete pillars, and hundreds of people drinking champagne while discussing spatial abstraction.For the first hour, it was an whirlwind. Adrian kept his hand lightly resting on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd, introducing me to contemporary painters from Berlin, sculptors from Chicago, and independent museum directors.And the incredible thing? Nobody asked me about Francis.Nobody brought up the tabloids or whispered behind their glasses about the poor, broken girl who got carved up in a private hospital. They wanted to k
DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS. Chapter Forty-Six
Imogen"If one more person walks into this bedroom without knocking, I am stabbing someone in the neck with an eyebrow pencil. I am dead serious."I was standing in front of the vanity in my slip, gripping the edge of the wood until my knuckles went white."The neckline on the navy gown is too high, Minnie, it makes you look like a Victorian governess who’s about to lecture people on penmanship," Brett declared from the armchair in the corner. He had three garment bags slung over his knee, chewing on a piece of licorice like he was the lead stylist at Fashion Week. "You're going as Adrian King's date to a contemporary art launch, not a Sunday school fundraiser. Wear the emerald velvet. It shows off your back.""I am not showing off my back, Brett! I have a surgical graft on my flank, remember?!""And you survived it, which makes it badass," he shot back without missing a beat. "Wear the emerald.""She shouldn't wear anything that puts pressure on her chest," Klint’s voice cut in flatl
DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS. forty-five
Imogen's POV"I have two canvases that need a final varnish coat by Tuesday, Eugene. I can't just take off for the weekend."I had my phone tucked between my ear and my shoulder while I wiped my palette knife with a rag. The studio was a mess of turpentine bottles and drying racks, and the last thing I wanted to think about was packing an overnight bag."The varnish will dry without your supervision, Imogen," Eugene's voice came through the speaker, calm and unhurried. "A car is arriving at Mercer Street at ten. Pack comfortable clothes. We are spending two days at the lake lodge.""Eugene, no—""Give me the phone," Shannon grunted in the background.There was a brief scuffle, followed by the sound of fabric rustling. Then Shannon was on the line, his voice dropping into that familiar rasp."Minnie."I sighed and tossed the rag onto the counter. "Shannon, I'm in the zone. If I stop now, I'll lose my momentum.""You haven't slept more than five hours a night since the Zurich preview,"
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