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Pieces Of the Truth.

作者: Pr3shy V.
last update 公開日: 2026-10-31 03:48:34

~ Damien ~

Two and a half years. That was how long the east wing of the house had been completely silent. That was how long Sophia had been gone.

I sat at my desk, staring at three different business magazines spread out across the dark wood. Every single one of them mentioned the same company name: Reed Blackwell Capital. The articles said this new investment firm was growing faster than any other company on the West Coast. They were buying up smaller companies, fixing their supply chains, and
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  • Dear Ex Wife, I Want You Back    The Dinner at Vale and Vine.

    ~ Damien ~"You are late, Damien," my mother said, not looking up from her water glass."Traffic on the bridge was backed up," I said.I took off my heavy dark coat and hung it on the brass stand near the door. Private Dining Room B at Vale & Vine was small, quiet, and warm. A single long mahogany table sat in the center of the room. Heavy velvet curtains blocked the view of the street outside, and two small lamps cast a pale yellow light over the polished silverware. Adrian sat on the left side of the table, his silk tie loosened by half an inch. He was slicing a piece of warm bread on his small plate, humming a soft tune."Sit down, brother," Adrian said, smiling with his usual easy charm. "Mother was just explaining how we are going to handle this little California problem."I did not smile back. I walked to the head of the table and sat in the high-backed leather chair. "There is nothing to handle yet.""Of course there is," Vivian said, resting her thin hands flat against the whi

  • Dear Ex Wife, I Want You Back    Invitation To The Past. The Glove and The Reply.

    ~ Sophia ~I slid my thumb under the heavy paper flap and broke the dark purple wax seal with a clean snap.My face did not move. I did not flinch, and my breath stayed slow and steady. I pulled out the thick, cream-colored card inside. The edges were lined with gold foil, and the words were written in Vivian Laurent’s sharp, sloping cursive script.> Sophia,> Word travels quickly in Westbridge. We hear you have returned to our city under a new name and a new firm. The Laurent family wishes to extend a formal welcome to you as a fellow member of the business community.> Join us for a private dinner this Thursday evening at seven o'clock. Vale & Vine, Private Dining Room B.> Let us discuss the future like civilized adults.> — Vivian Laurent*"What does it say?" Julian asked.He stood right beside my desk, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked on the paper in my hands."She wants to have dinner," I said. My voice was completely calm. I tossed the card onto the dark wood o

  • Dear Ex Wife, I Want You Back    The First Move.

    ~ Sophia ~"Priya, move the secondary shipping files to the side desk," I said, pointing across the wide executive suite. "The logistics team needs that data before noon.""Right away, Sophia," Priya said. She stacked three thick white binders and carried them across the room. Her flat shoes clicked softly on the dark hardwood floor.I stood in the center of the office at Blackwell Tower. The room was large, bright, and smelled of fresh white paint. Two technicians in grey shirts knelt near the wall, connecting black server cables into the main terminal. Large glass windows looked out over the Blackwater District. Across the river, the tall, dark spire of Laurent Technologies stood high against the grey New York clouds.I pulled my dark grey blazer tighter around my shoulders. Six years had passed since I left this city. I was not the scared woman who had walked through the winter cold with one small suitcase. I was the Chief Executive Officer of Reed Blackwell Capital.The heavy glas

  • Dear Ex Wife, I Want You Back    The Maiden Name.

    ~ Damien ~"Is this real, Marcus?""It came off the state wire three minutes ago," Marcus said. He stood with his hands deep in his coat pockets, not taking off his coat, not sitting down. "The registry does not make typos with tax identification numbers. That is her." I looked down at the white paper on the dark wood of my desk. The bright lamp light shone on the clean black ink.*Reed Blackwell Capital LLC.**Majority Shareholder and Chief Executive Officer: Sophia Reed.*My fingers pressed flat against the edges of the sheet. For six years, my investigators had brought me empty folders, dead ends, and cold trails. For six years, my mother had told the board that Sophia was an unstable orphan who ran away because she could not handle being a Laurent. Now, her maiden name was printed at the top of an official state filing in bold capital letters."She is not using our name," I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper."She never intended to," Marcus replied. He pulled a chair out

  • Dear Ex Wife, I Want You Back    Residual Shadows.

    ~ Damien ~Adrian threw a thick white folder onto my desk, right over my open laptop. The paper hit the polished mahogany with a loud slap."Sign the release line, little brother," Adrian said, flashing his usual bright smile. "The city council needs the foundation approval before five o'clock."I kept my hands flat on the desk blotter. Rain ran down the floor-to-ceiling glass of my office, blurring the grey towers of Westbridge into dark blocks. Down on the pavement, yellow cabs crawled between red brake lights. My watch showed four in the afternoon. My coffee mug sat cold beside my keyboard, untouched since noon. "The board restricted foundation loans last month," I said, looking up at him. "Take the folder back." Adrian pulled out the leather armchair opposite mine and dropped into it. He kicked his right ankle over his left knee, adjusting the cuff of his tan cashmere coat. He smelled of heavy cologne and fresh rain."Come on, Damien," Adrian said, waving a hand in the air. "It is

  • Dear Ex Wife, I Want You Back    Westbridge.

    ~ Sophia ~The Monterra Bay apartment was completely quiet.I stood in the center of the living room, looking at the empty floorboards where Ethan’s toy train track used to sit. The walls were bare again. The ocean air smelled sharp and cold through the open balcony door, but I didn't step outside. Downstairs, the black car was already idling at the curb, its exhaust rising in white plumes into the morning mist."Mama?" Ethan’s small voice called from the hallway. He dragged his tiny blue backpack behind him, his grey-blue eyes wide as he looked at the blank walls. "Where did the pictures go?"I knelt on the floor, pulling his coat tight around his chest and zipping it up to his chin. His little hands rested on my shoulders for balance, smelling faintly of warm milk and maple syrup."The pictures are in the boxes, sweet boy," I said, keeping my voice soft and steady. "We are moving to our new house today.""The long story house?" he asked, tilting his head.My stomach tightened, but I

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