LOGINArthur walked in with a broad smile, stepping over to place a soft kiss on my forehead. Before he could utter a single word, his eyes shifted over my shoulder, catching sight of Ben hurrying down the stairs."That's my younger brother," I introduced quickly. "Ben, this is my husband."Ben stretched his hand out for a polite handshake, but Arthur walked directly past him as if he were made of thin air, his shoulders set, his eyes fixed ahead. The room plunged into an awkward, suffocating silence. I knew I was being set up for an execution. Hurriedly following Arthur up toward our bedroom, I turned back to throw Ben a desperate glance, whispering a plea for him to give me a few minutes to fix it."My house is not a charity home!" Arthur barked the second the bedroom door closed behind us. "No one walks through that door without my permission!""My family is not charity," I said, my voice shaking as I tried to hold my ground. "I haven't seen my brother in forever, Arthur. He's been stayi
The boardroom on the top floor felt like a pressure cooker. The table was surrounded by the board of directors, with Arthur sitting at the head, his expression as unreadable as granite. Stefan sat to his right, his posture stiff, while I sat further down, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their tremor.Marcus stood at the front of the room, calmly adjusting his cuffs before proceeding to speak."We have been on hold and on ten toes because Stefan has refused to approve funds for the payment of supplies from our most trusted vendor," Marcus said, his tone smooth and persuasive. "They've been in the market for over three years as we all know, yet my brother took it upon himself to put a halt to the foundation's projects. Now our investors are asking questions."A slide flicked onto the screen, displaying crisp signatures, certified customs stamps, and detailed equipment manifests."Vanguard isn't just selling steel and concrete," Marcus explained, pacing slowly along the edge o
"Hey sister!" His voice was soothing, his smile broad as he opened his arms to yank me off my feet."Have you forgotten I am older than you?" My hands hit his shoulders, demanding he let me down while my laughter filled the room."I have missed you," Ben said, finally setting me down but keeping his hands locked on mine. "I came in yesterday, and you were the first person on my mind. I had to see how you've been holding up.""Very well," I replied with a half-smile. "Why do I suspect you didn't come to town just to see me?"His silent grin gave him away instantly. He had definitely come to the city for someone else; my family wasn't the visiting type when it came to the luxury world I was living in. They always insisted they didn't fit into my elite circle."I am definitely going to know who he is soon," I said, my gaze shifting between his amused face and the folder open on the desk in front of me.Ben laughed, a rich, familiar sound that felt entirely out of place in the grand, sile
"No," I murmured, swallowing the sour taste in my mouth. "Just water."He walked to the kitchenette, poured me a cold glass of water, and handed it over. As my fingers met his around the glass, his hands lingered a little too long, making my chest feel warm and nervous."I just want you to know I will always be here for you, if there's anything you want to share," Stefan said, his voice dropping into that low, quiet tone.I looked away, fixing my eyes on the desk. I couldn't afford to let him break my composure. Not today. I had too many fires to put out—figuring out why my body was acting so strangely, why the mere smell of coffee repelled me, and who Arthur had been secretly meeting."Leave the Vanguard files," I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could manage. "I'll go through them myself."Stefan lingered for a long moment, clearly weighing whether to push further, but finally gave a single nod. "Fine. Just don't push your luck today. You look like a strong breeze could knock y
It was not just a dream. The pictures of that night got clearer, remembering how I had poured my soul out to a total stranger months ago. I had gone on and on about how my marriage was just a golden cage, a lifelong receipt of gratitude and how intimacy was nothing more than a chore to stroke his ego.Getting out of bed that morning had felt like pulling teeth. A heavy feeling of exhaustion weighed down my limbs—unusual for me, considering I was never one to miss a day of work. Part of me wanted to crawl back under the covers and sleep until sunset, but I forced myself into the kitchen. I poured my usual mix of coffee, no sugar.The moment it touched my tongue, my throat locked up. A sudden wave of nausea rolled through my stomach, forcing me to dump the entire mug down the sink. I gripped the marble counter, taking slow, deep breaths until my head stopped spinning. I wasn't sick—at least, I didn't think I was. I blamed it on the stress of finding out that my husband might be cheating
By the time the footsteps snapped to a halt right in front of us, we had already smoothed down our clothes and forced our posture into something respectable. I pressed the small powder mirror shut, dabbing powder onto my cheeks one last time, while Stefan stood just behind my shoulder, his face completely focused on a blank wall.Marcus stepped through the door. He looked at me first, then he squinted at his brother for a moment before letting out a sigh."Your father called for his favorite son to give the closing toast," Marcus noted, his tone dripping with fake concern. "He wasn't thrilled when you were nowhere to be found."I didn't wait around for the fire to catch. Slipping my powder case into my clutch, I quietly excused myself, holding my chin high as I brushed past Marcus into the lit corridor.Behind me, Stefan didn't move an inch. Their eyes had begun the banter."I spent the last few hours scanning every paper trail connected to the foundation's expansion budget. Took a wh







