ログインNathan’s POVI paced the hallway longer than necessary, my footsteps echoing off glass and polished concrete as my thoughts looped in on themselves.Natalie.The truth sat heavy in my chest—confirmed now, undeniable. I’d suspected it before, entertained the possibility in flashes I’d always dismissed as paranoia or coincidence. But this time, there was no room left to doubt.The urge to tell Brandon clawed at me. I would have loved to see the look on his face once he found out the truth. But then, it would also work against me. Now wasn’t the time. We still had a mission to accomplish. The fragile alliance we were barely holding together to take Vivian down.This wasn’t about protecting him, I told myself. This was strategy.If anything, telling him would be doing him a favor. Brandon had been obsessed with finally meeting his elusive ex-wife—fixated on ghosts and unfinished chapters. Knowing the truth would set him free.I exhaled hard and pushed away from the window. Stay out of it.
Emma’s POVMaeve reappeared just as I opened my mouth to ask Lucas what he was doing here.“Mr. Ardent,” she said quickly, a little breathless, clearly aware she’d walked into something delicate. “I—I thought it best to loop you in directly once the issue came up.”I felt the irritation at once. You could’ve told me first.I swallowed it down, smoothing my expression before it had a chance to show.“I apologize for the inconvenience,” I said to Lucas, my tone professional, even. “This shouldn’t have happened.”He shook his head once, calm as ever. “Thank you for coming, Emma. I appreciate that.” His gaze held mine, steady. “I needed to see the alternatives for myself.”Maeve hovered for a moment, then said, “I’ll… give you both time to talk. I’ll be nearby if you need anything.” She retreated quickly, relief written all over her face.The silence she left behind felt heavier than it should have.I drew in a slow, steadying breath and shifted back into work mode. “The VIP hall is off
Emma’s POVBy the time I arrived at the lodge, night had fully settled over the valley.The grounds were lit only by warm pathway lights tracing the curves of the terrain, their glow reflecting softly off stone and pine. Beyond them, the darkness stretched wide and quiet, broken only by the low rush of the river somewhere below. Maeve was already waiting near the entrance.She looked relieved—and stressed.“Emma,” she said quickly, stepping toward me. “Thank you for coming all this way. I’m so, so sorry about all of this.”“I’m here,” I replied evenly. “Let’s take a look.”She nodded, visibly grateful for the lack of dramatics, and led me inside.The moment we entered the VIP hall, the problem became very clear.Tables were already marked. Centerpieces half-arranged. Name cards stacked neatly at one end of the room. Staff moved quietly but efficiently, clearly preparing for a group that had every intention of using the space tonight.I stopped just inside the doorway.“So,” I said ca
Brandon’s POV“This is amazing,” Natalie whispered, her voice echoing just a little bit in the empty space. We wandered slowly between the aisles, our footsteps muted by the thick carpet as our fingers brushed along the spines of books. Natalie leaned in close to read titles, whispering observations as if the space itself demanded reverence.“Who names a book The Economic Implications of Seventeenth-Century Brickmaking?” she murmured.I snorted quietly. “Someone very committed to a niche audience.”She laughed, the sound soft and bright, then clapped a hand over her mouth instinctively, eyes sparkling. “Shh. Sorry.”“You’re terrible at being quiet,” I teased.“Excuse you,” she whispered back. “I am being extremely respectful of history.”She drifted ahead of me, running her fingers lightly along a shelf. “Do you know how rare it is to preserve bindings this old?” she said, awe creeping into her voice. “They don’t make paper like this anymore. Everything was meant to last.”I watched
Brandon’s POVI was still holding her when it hit me.Not the kiss—that had already short-circuited something vital in my brain—but the after. The quiet second when joy settled and my pulse finally caught up, bringing nerves with it in a sudden, ridiculous rush.I cleared my throat, shifting slightly, my hands still warm at her waist. I glanced at her with a half-smile that didn’t quite hide the uncertainty creeping in.“So…” I said, then stopped, shaking my head once like I needed to reboot. “Just to be clear—this means I can call you my girlfriend now, right?”She blinked at me.Then she laughed—soft, genuine, the kind that loosened something tight in my chest.“Yes,” she said, warmth blooming across her face. “That’s usually how it works.”The relief that left me was immediate and unmistakable. I exhaled hard, shoulders loosening as if I’d been holding my breath for far too long.“Good,” I said earnestly. “I didn’t want to get the title wrong.”She smiled up at me, eyes bright, and
Natalie’s POV“I want you to be honest with me,” he repeated gently, squeezing my hand and wrapping it in his. My stomach dropped instantly, fear rushing in so fast it made me dizzy. My mind spiraled—name, history, papers buried so deep I’d convinced myself they might never surface. This is it. This was the moment I’d been bracing myself for all evening.I nodded because I couldn’t speak.I waited for him to say my name the wrong way. To ask questions that would unravel everything. To suddenly look at me like a stranger.Instead, he exhaled and said, “Being with you feels… easy. And just so right.”“What?” I didn’t understand what he was saying. His thumb brushed lightly over my knuckles. “Effortless. Grounding. Like I don’t have to perform or explain myself all the time.”My eyes widened. I was speechless. “You’re the one person I actually look forward to seeing after a brutal day,” he continued quietly. “I’ll be exhausted, irritated, buried in work—and so I always try to pass by







