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The night at the cabin was a bust. Four hours of prying at stones around the fireplace in the basement, fingers raw and bleeding, only to find nothing. Whatever case Mami Lulu had hidden was either gone or I was looking in the wrong place. By the time I gave up, it was nearly 3 AM and my hands were too sore to keep trying.I crashed on the couch for a few hours before driving back to the city, arriving with just enough time to shower and change before heading to Grandfather's mansion. The place always made me uncomfortable—too many memories of Daniel, too much inherited wealth on display. But today the discomfort was different. Sharper. I wasn't walking in as Daniel's wife anymore. I was walking in as... what? The heir to what might have been stolen in the first place?The security guard recognized me, nodding as I parked. "Mr. Russo is expecting you, ma'am."No one greeted me at the door. Not unusual—Grandfather had always run a lean household staff, unlike Daniel who wanted attendant
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Robert KingstonI reviewed the quarterly earnings report with a satisfaction that never quite dulled, no matter how many successful quarters Vega Designs had posted. The numbers were consistent: 8% growth year-over-year, expanding European distribution, increasing margins on our premium line. The market remained hungry for our signature aesthetic.Setting the report aside, I gazed out over Manhattan from my corner office. Eighteen floors up, the city spread out like a complex living organism, each part serving its function. Much like a well-designed company. Much like a well-designed family.My thoughts drifted to Maya—my wayward daughter who had become an unexpected thorn. When she disappeared at age four, my first reaction had been pure fury. Not at losing my child—though I'd performed that part convincingly for the press—but at Lupe Vega's audacity. Taking our daughter as if that somehow balanced the equation."She thinks she's punishing us," Caroline had said through carefully meas
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AlexI wiped down the kitchen counter for the third time, tossed the cloth in the sink, and checked my watch again. 4:17 PM. Maya had been at Giuseppe's mansion for over two hours now. Every instinct told me to drive over there, wait outside, make sure she was okay. But I'd promised myself—promised her, really—that I'd stop the surveillance. Stop the control. Stop treating her like someone who needed saving.The apartment felt too empty. Too quiet. I'd canceled my cleaner when she'd missed her usual day earlier in the week. Now I almost wished for the company, for someone else's presence to distract me from wondering what Giuseppe was telling Maya, what revelations she was facing.I made myself a cup of coffee I didn't need, ignoring the tremor in my hands from too much caffeine already. Paced the living room. Checked my phone again. The security update showed Daniel was still safely contained at the psychiatric facility. Small mercies.When the restlessness became unbearable, I walked
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What followed was a blur of sensation. The shocking heat of the cabin after the forest's cold. Strong hands stripping off my wet clothes. A scratchy blanket wrapped around me. Something hot pressed into my hands—a mug of broth that I couldn't hold steady enough to drink until the woman's weathered hands closed over mine to help."Sip slowly," she instructed, her accent thick but her English clear. "Too fast will shock your system."The girl—Maya—watched from nearby, her expression curious but not frightened. As my shivers gradually subsided, she edged closer."Where did you come from?" she asked."H-hiking trail," I managed. "Got separated. From my family."The older woman—Maya called her Mami Lulu, though I'd later learn her real name was Lupe—exchanged a look with Maya I couldn't interpret. Something cautious, almost suspicious."Rangers will find him tomorrow," Maya said, as if answering an unspoken question. "He can stay tonight, right, Mami?"Lupe hesitated, then nodded once. "He
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MayaThree days after my meeting with Grandfather, my phone rang at 4:37 AM. I was already awake—sleep had become a luxury I couldn't seem to afford lately. Too many revelations, too many shifting pieces in the puzzle of my life.The screen showed Sunset Valley Care Center. My stomach clenched."Hello?" My voice sounded strange to my own ears."Ms. Russo?" Nurse’s voice, tight with restraint. "I'm sorry to call so early, but your mother has taken a significant turn. Her vitals are declining rapidly. The doctor thinks—" She paused. "It would be best if you came now.""I'm on my way." I was already pulling on jeans, the phone tucked between ear and shoulder."She's been asking for you." A small hesitation. "She wants to see you.'"I grabbed my keys, not bothering with makeup or even brushing my hair. The roads were empty at that hour, the city still suspended between night and morning. I drove like a robot, muscle memory guiding me while my mind raced ahead to the facility, to Mami Lulu.
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The memory faded, replaced by the sterile hospital room, the frail woman who was the center of that fiction. Would everything have been different if I'd known the truth then? If I had known those cruel children had been right about something I'd defended so fiercely?I stared at Mami Lulu's slack features, feeling a tangle of emotions so complicated I couldn't begin to name them all. Grief, yes. Love, absolutely. But I was also angry. Not just at the deception that shaped my entire life, but at her for dying now, for leaving me with half-formed revelations and cryptic messages and the pain in my chest.It was selfish to be angry at someone for dying. Selfish to want them to wake up one more time and explain everything—not just the self-serving confession of a guilty conscience, but the whole truth. The parts she'd held back even in that moment of clarity. The whys and hows that would probably never make sense to anyone but her.And beneath all that, a strange, unsettling gratitude. Sh
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The funeral took place three days later at a small chapel just outside the city. I'd chosen everything myself—the simple pine casket, the single arrangement of mountain wildflowers I'd ordered specially from a grower in North Carolina, the old recording of Spanish guitar music that played softly as the few attendees gathered.I'd spent those intervening days in a fog of memory and regret, drifting between arrangements and flashbacks. What kept returning to me was the day I first started understanding the truth about who Mami Lulu was and wasn't to me.I'd been sitting on our cabin porch, methodically sanding the rough edges from a piece of wood. A car had appeared on our dirt road—unusual enough that I'd stood up, shading my eyes against the sun. The shiny black SUV looked alien against our scrubby yard, like a spaceship landing in a cornfield.Two people emerged—a woman in clothes more formal than anything I'd ever owned and a tall man in an expensive-looking suit. The woman stared a
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I blinked, returning to the present as Olivia gently touched my arm. The priest was looking at me expectantly—my cue to speak.I moved to the simple podium. Looking out at the small gathering—just Olivia, a few nurses from Sunset Valley who'd grown fond of Mami Lulu, and, to my surprise, Grandfather Giuseppe in his wheelchair—I found myself struggling to capture the complexity of the woman we were laying to rest.I placed my hands on the worn wood, steadying myself. The note cards I'd prepared the night before suddenly seemed inadequate."I spent hours trying to write this," I began, setting the cards aside. "But everything I wrote felt false somehow. Neat and packaged. And Lupe Vega was never neat or packaged."I took a breath, looking at the simple pine casket with its arrangement of mountain wildflowers."When I was eight, I got sick. Mountain fever, probably—high temperature, hallucinations, the works. We were snowed in, no way to get to a doctor. Mami Lulu sat with me for three da
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"Victor," my voice hardened. "What son?"He took his time responding, clearly savoring the rare moment of having information I needed. He reached for a wooden box on the mantle, opened it, and removed a faded photograph."Thirty-four years ago," he said, placing the photo in my hands. "When Lupe found out she was pregnant, they threatened to destroy her career completely if she didn't give up the baby. Said an unwed mother would tarnish the company image."“Who’s they?”“Her family,” Victor said. A smile played on his lips, as he noted my surprised expression. “Did you think Lupe was without a strong background?”“Wha—well…” I stared at the photo—a newborn infant, tiny face red and wrinkled, barely visible beneath a hospital blanket. A nurse held him, but Lupe was nowhere in the frame."She never even got to hold him," Victor continued. "They had papers ready before she went into labor. I was there—her only friend by then. The only one she trusted to witness."My mind raced, calculat
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The door swung open before my knuckles could connect with the wood a fourth time. Light spilled out, blinding after the pre-dawn darkness, casting the figure in the doorway into silhouette."Dio mio." The voice was rougher than I remembered, aged by whiskey and solitude. "Giuseppe Russo. The devil himself."My eyes adjusted slowly. Victor Antonelli stood before me, barrel-chested and silver-haired, the sharp intelligence in his eyes unchanged despite the years. His gaze dropped to my wheelchair, genuine shock flickering across his weathered face before settling into sardonic amusement."Death is finally catching up to you, Russo?" His accent remained thick despite decades in America, vowels stretching like taffy. "Really, I thought I'd be first in the ground.""Disappointment all around then," I replied, the acid in my tone masking the strange relief I felt seeing him alive.Victor's hand moved to his chest in mock offense. "Is that any way to greet old friend? Fifteen years of silenc
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GiuseppeEarlier same morning.The pain was my constant companion now. It woke with me, dressed with me, ate with me. This morning, it flared sharp and deliberately wicked as Vincent helped me from bed to wheelchair. It was Four-fifteen in the goddamn morning, and already my body was betraying me."Careful, sir," Vincent murmured, his hands steady under my arms.I grunted, teeth clenched against the lightning shooting up my spine. Couldn't afford to show weakness. Not today."The car is ready," he said. "Are you certain about the time? We could wait until—""No, I'm not certain about the time, Vincent." I said almost too casually. "But It has to be now, If I want to get that old goat"The house was silent around us, the staff still asleep. Just as I'd arranged, to avoid witnesses and questions. The less anyone knew, the better.My medication sat untouched on the nightstand—the little white pills that dulled both the pain and my mind. But I needed my mind very sharp today, both for wha
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My father placed both hands flat on the table, leaning forward. His shoulder barely moved, but Crawford straightened in response—a subtle signal I couldn’t interpret passed between them. And that in itself was scary."While my daughter's personal life is her own business," he began.The word "daughter" hit like a fucking slap. My head jerked up before I could control the reaction, and I saw Richardson note it with narrowed eyes. I'd given them exactly what they wanted—confirmation that I could be rattled."I think we should acknowledge the... unique challenges she's facing," my father continued, letting the pause expand until everyone leaned forward slightly, scenting blood in the water."What challenges would those be, Robert?" Grandfather asked. The temperature in the room seemed to drop another five degrees at his tone."Her emotional stability since leaving the structure of her marriage. Let’s consider that," my father replied, his concern so perfectly performed it could win award
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I took my seat at the head of the table, feeling the weight of every eye in the room. The leather chair creaked beneath me, and I winced involuntarily as I settled—still sore from last night. Richardson was directly across from me, caught the grimace. His gaze lingered a moment too long before shifting to the papers in front of him. Great start.Thirteen board members. Thirteen people who would decide my fate today. I scanned their faces, cataloging allies and enemies.My father sat at the far end, perfectly poised. Beside him, Whitcomb checked his watch for the third time in five minutes. Crawford had chosen a seat near the center, strategic neutral territory that everyone knew was anything but neutral. Chen and Martinez—usually reliable supporters—exchanged nervous glances, avoiding my eyes.Yamamoto, Grandfather's old friend, nodded slightly when our eyes met. A small comfort. Beside him, Wilson—ancient and immovable as the company itself—arranged her papers with military precision
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I was ten minutes early and somehow still late.The Russo Designs headquarters loomed over me, all glass and steel and judgment. I'd thrown on the gray Armani blazer Grandfather insisted on, even though I couldn't remember why it mattered, but I wore it either way. My head throbbed, lack of sleep and too much Alex making it hard to focus on anything but putting one foot in front of the other.The receptionist's eyes widened when I walked in. Her gaze lingered on me, then suddenly looked very interested in her computer screen."Good morning, Ms. Vega," she said, voice carefully neutral. "Mr. Russo is waiting for you at the private elevator."Great. Just what I needed. A lecture before the firing squad.Grandfather sat in his wheelchair, positioned precisely in the center of the elevator alcove. Even in declining health, he maintained perfect posture, his suit immaculate, his eyes sharp as they cataloged every detail of my appearance. I could feel his disapproval very tangible.."You're
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MayaI jerked awake to the sound of a garbage truck outside. The sunlight coming in from a window was at a wrong angle. Wrong ceiling too. My body registered Alex before my brain could—his arm was heavy across my stomach, and his breath warm against my neck.Fuck.We'd done it again. I was starting to lose count. The beach was first, then back at my place. This place last night. The soreness between my legs and the dried cum on my thighs sent flashbacks filled with so much pleasure, I could feel my pussy start to dampen.The garbage truck banged another dumpster, jolting me back. My phone buzzed somewhere. Again. Again. Probably been doing that for a while now.I fumbled toward the noise, and found the phone half-under the bed. Grandfather. Olivia. Grandfather again. My stomach dropped—7:48. Fuck. The board meeting is at 10:00. Prep session at Grandfather's was an hour ago."Shit shit shit."Alex shifted beside me. "Hmm?""I’m late. I have a board meeting." I swung my legs over the ed
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"Yep. Appointed week ago. And get this—Thorne Designs is listed as a 'founding corporate partner' in their draft materials.""Is that so?" I felt a smile forming, the pieces realigning in a more favorable configuration. "And I assume there's considerable overlap between Thorne Designs suppliers and foundation beneficiaries?""Like you wouldn't believe. It's practically incestuous." Harrison popped his gum. "Massive conflict of interest if anyone bothered to look.""Perfect." I drummed my fingers against the table. "Keep the surveillance on the foundation office, but focus on board member interactions. Particularly Rivera and any communication with the Thornes.""You got it, boss." Harrison made finger guns at me, an infantile gesture I ignored. "So what's the play now? Since your boy Thorne is back in town.""We cut her off”"From you," Harrison said bluntly.I shot him a look,"From everything." I corrected it. "Maya believes in fresh starts, clean slates. She thinks she can erase the
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Twenty minutes later, the door opened without a knock. Harrison strolled in wearing worn jeans and a leather jacket, looking more like a mechanic than a private investigator. The facility's temporary visitor badge was clipped haphazardly to his collar."Evening, crazy." He dropped into the chair across from me, propping his boots on the edge of my bed. "Nice pajamas.""Get your feet off my bed.""Aren't we touchy tonight." He complied anyway, leaning forward instead. "What's so urgent I had to bribe three night staff to get in here?""Thorne is back in New York."Harrison raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, since noon. You're just finding this out now? I thought you had spies everywhere.""You knew?" The pressure beneath my ribs intensified. The fact that every other person knew before me, and didn’t think it was necessary to tell me was crazy."Course I knew. It's literally my job to know." He pulled out a pack of gum, offering me a piece which I declined with a glare. "Landed at JFK at 8:17 A
