LOGINChapter 3
Hailey's POV
I straighten, and that's when I saw it, the spectacle I'd been avoiding.
Black umbrellas stretched across the hilltop, designer fabrics were held by gloved hands. Polished shoes that cost more than my car sank into grass, it was so perfect it looked almost unreal. They were cameras lined the iron gates, capturing every tear, every hug, every calculated moment of public mourning.
Cyrus Ramsey funeral wasn't a service. It was more of a coronation in reverse.
The casket sat under the white roses, thousands of them. A string quartet played something I couldn't recognize. At the front, his widow held a black handkerchief to her face, her shoulders where shaking with perfectly timed sobs.
She didn't know me, and I was sure she didn't know I existed.
"Ms. Ramsey?"
A woman with gray suite appeared besides me. She had sharp features and eyes.
"I'm Georgina Cruz. We spoke on the phone." She extended a hand. "Thank you for coming."
"I almost didn't." I shook her hand briefly, then pulled Gio closer when he tried to wander toward the flowers.
Georgina's gaze dropped to my son. "I wasn't aware you had other relatives."
"He's five. I'm not leaving him with strangers." My voice came out harder than intended.
"Of course." But her eyes lingered on Gio's face, especially his eyes, before moving back to mine. "The will reading is tomorrow. One PM. My office."
"What exactly am I walking into?" I asked, a little bit tensed .
Her mouth curved into something that wasn't exactly a smile. "A feeding frenzy. Your father's estate is... substantial. And there are multiple parties with vested interests."
I raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
" Meaning everyone wants a piece, and you're standing between them and billions. She pulled a card from her pocket. " Don't be late, Ms. Ramsey. And Please prepare yourself. This won't be pleasant."
And then she disappeared into the crowd before I could respond.
Ramsey & Associates occupied three floors of a shining glass building that touched the sky. The lobby alone would probably cost more than everything I'd ever owned combined.
"Wow." Gio's eyes went wild, staring at the crystal chandelier above us. "Are we in a castle?"
"Something like that" I held his hand tighter as we approached the reception desk.
The woman behind it looked at us from head to toe, her expression said everything about what she thought we were worth.
"Can I help you?" She asked, almost irritated.
"Hailey Ramsey." I replied confidently. "I have a One PM appointment."
Something shifted in her face. "Of course. She's going to the top floor. Ms. Cruz is expecting you."
The elevator ride felt like going into another world. Gio pressed his face against the glass, watching the city shrink below us.
"Mommy are we rich now"
The question hit like a slap. "What? No. Why would you say that?"
"The lady at the funeral said we were gonna be rich. That the dead man left us everything."
Ice flooded my veins. "What lady, Gio?"
"The one that was busy crying. She was talking to the man Gray one, and said...." He pressed his lips together tightly, , trying to remember. "She said 'that bastard left everything to his bastard daughter.'"
The elevator doors opened.
The conference room was full, a long table surrounded by people in suites that cost more than my annual income. They all turned when we entered, and the weight of their gaze nearly made me want to turn back to the hallway.
His widow sat at the head, dressed like they'd stepped out of a fashion magazine, she looking at me like I was something infectious. Board members lined the sides, men with silver hair and women with surgical precision faces, all watching.
"Ms. Ramsey." Georgina stood at the far end, documents spread before her. "Please,sit."
I moved to the empty chair, Gio pressed against my side. Every step felt like walking through quicksand.
"Is that a child?" Her voice dripped with hate.
" He's my son." I pulled Gio into the lsp, wrapping his arms around him protectively.
Georgina's mouth twitched. "Let's Begin."
She opened the leather, and the room fell into tense, suffocating silence.
"We're here for the reading of Cyrus Ramsey's last will and testament, excuted four months before he died he did that With three separate times."
"Four months?" the stepson, moved forward. "He was barely functioning four months ago. This entire thing needs to be thrown out..."
"Your stepfather," Georgina's voice reminded calm. " Was evaluated by three mature physicians. Complete mental competency. Would you like to see the documentation, or should we continue?"
His jaw clicked together, but he sat still.
Georgina turned pages with deliberate slowness. " The estate of Cyprus Ramsey is valued 3.9 Billionaire dollar. It includes the controlling shares controlling of Ramsey's industries portfolios, and various holdings." She paused. "However, the primary asset, one hundred percent ownership of Ramsey Industries, passes to a single beneficiary."
The room stopped breathing.
The window fingers dug into the armrests. The board members leaned forward like wolves. Georgina eyes found mine across the table.
''The sole heiress is Hailey Ramsey. His son can provide accomodation. " She paused" By blood and by law, uncomplicated by paternal disputes or claims. Effective immediately, Ms. Ramsey is the owner and controlling shareholder of Ramsey Industries and all associated assets."
The world exploded
The window screamed something I couldn't process. The brothers both lunged to their feet, their faces twisted with rage. Board members erupted into chaos, voices overlapping, shouting about legal challenges and company stability and impossible decisions.
But I couldn't hear any of it.
Couldn't process anything except the impossible, devastating truth.
My father, the man who called me an embarrassment. Who'd abandoned you.
3.8 billion dollars. His entire empire.
"Mommy?" Gio small voice cut through the noise. " Why is everyone with shouting?"
I looked down at his perfect face, and something inside me cracked and reformed simultaneously.
"Because everything just changed, baby."
Georgiana smiled across the table, sharp and knowing.
"Welcome to your inheritance, Ms. Ramsey."
Hailey's POV The week passed in aching silence.Maxwell and I moved through the penthouse like ghosts. He'd take Gio to school while I buried myself in board preparation. I'd handle bedtime while he worked late in his office. We existed in separate orbits, carefully avoiding collision.His ultimatum echoed constantly.I hadn't decided. I couldn't decide. I was too terrified of making the wrong decision.Now I stood outside the boardroom, Christina beside me, watching board members file in with expressions ranging from sympathetic to calculating."Ready?" Christina asked.I wasn't. But I nodded anyway."Stay calm." She said quietly. "Don't let Denis provoke you. Stick to facts.""I know.""Hailey." She touched my arm. "You've earned this. Don't forget that."I walked into the boardroom.Denis sat at the far end like a predator who'd already tasted blood. Tiana sat in the gallery, not a board member, but clearly invited as family representation. Her smile was cold when she saw me.Maxw
Hailey's POVThe car was suffocating despite the driver's silent presence in the front seat.I stared out the tinted window, Floyd's words replaying in my head like a curse I couldn't shake.Not because I wanted him back, I didn't. But because those words had ripped open wounds I'd thought were healed. Reminded me of how completely I'd loved him once. How easily he'd discarded me when something shinier came along.How terrified I was of it happening again.Maxwell sat beside me, jaw locked, radiating tension like a live wire. We hadn't spoken since leaving the fundraiser. Hadn't touched. The space between us on the leather seat felt like miles instead of inches.The penthouse was dark and silent when we arrived, the city lights casting long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The driver barely had time to stop before Maxwell was out, striding toward the entrance without waiting, without looking back.I followed more slowly, exhaustion settling into my bones like lead.Inside
Hailey's POVThe Ramsey Industries Annual Fundraiser was supposed to be my victory lap.Instead, it felt like walking into a battlefield in heels and a designer gown.I stood at the entrance of the ballroom, Maxwell beside me in a perfectly tailored tux, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. To everyone watching, we looked like the perfect power couple, polished, united, unstoppable.Only I could feel the tension radiating through his touch. The distance that had grown between us over the past week as we'd worked separately on board strategy. We'd email documents back and forth, leave notes on the kitchen counter, coordinate around Gio's schedule like divorced parents instead of married partners. The irony wasn't lost on me that our fake marriage felt more strained than some real ones."Ready?" His voice was neutral, carefully controlled."As I'll ever be."We walked in together, and every head turned. I felt the weight of their stares, wondering if the rumors about Denis's coup w
Floyd's POV The penthouse was quiet when I got home, just the noise of the city through the windows.Kim was curled up on the couch in leggings and an oversized sweater, her laptop open, wine glass half-empty beside her. She looked up when I walked in."You're finally back." She closed her laptop. "Just got home from the gallery an hour ago. How'd the visitation go?"I dropped my keys on the counter. "Bad."She tilted her head. "Bad how?""He wouldn't even look at me." The words tasted bitter. "The second the session ended, he ran to Hailey like I was some kind of monster or something. He didn't look back once."Kim set aside her wine glass. "Well that was expected."I poured myself a scotch, definitely a mistake after the drinks with Mason, and sat beside her. "He wouldn't talk to me," I said finally. "Every time I tried to connect, he'd bring up Maxwell. 'Daddy took me to the museum.' It was so constant it made me sick.""He's five, Floyd. He doesn't understand the situation yet.
Floyd's POV I want to go home to my actual real daddy.Gio's words replayed in my head on a loop, each repetition twisting the knife deeper.My son had looked at me like I was a stranger. Worse than a stranger. A threat.And when Hailey had finally said it was time to leave, Gio had practically thrown himself at her like I was something dangerous he needed to escape from. Five years. I'd missed five years of his life.Five years of first words and first steps and bedtime stories. Five years of scraped knees and birthday parties and learning what made him laugh.And now some other man was reaping the benefits of my DNA while I sat in supervised visits watching my son draw away from me.The way Gio's whole face had lit up when he talked about Kingston. The absolute trust and adoration in his voice.That should've been for me.My phone buzzed. It was Mason.Mason: How'd it go?I stared at the message, not knowing how to answer.Terrible. Horrible. My son thinks I'm nobody while calling
Hailey's POV Gio didn't let go of Maxwell for the rest of the day.The moment we got home from the visitation center, he'd wrapped himself around Max like he was trying to disappear into him. Even now, four hours later, he was still glued to his side."Daddy, can we build the Lego set?" Gio asked for the third time, his voice so small it made my throat tight."We already finished it, buddy. Remember?" Max spoke with patience. "Want to start a new one?""No." Gio shook his head. "I want to build that one again. The castle.""Okay. Let's take it apart and start over."I watched from the kitchen doorway as Maxwell sat on the floor with Gio in his lap, carefully dismantling the castle they'd spent all week building together. My son kept looking up at him every few seconds. Making sure he was still there."Mommy!" Gio's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Come help us!"I set down my cold coffee and joined them on the floor. Gio immediately shifted between us, one hand on Max's arm, the ot







