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Chapter 16: family meeting
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2026-08-22 02:50:17
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Catherine Mason was acting bizarre, and it was getting on my last nerve. He wouldn't stop lingering around me, his dark eyes following me around like a shadow that couldn't find its sun. When it was my turn to fold the kids' laundry, he’d suddenly appear, silently taking the basket from my hands. When I walked into the living room, tired from work, I'd find my space dusted, my books aligned, and a fresh glass of iced water sitting beside on the table waiting for me. It was unsettling. "He even made dinner for me today, Sarah," I said into my phone, leaning back against my office chair during my lunch break. "He didn't say a word. Just placed the dish beside the kids, and sat down and started eating. I can't figure out what he's playing at." On the other end of the line, Sarah let out a long, skeptical whistle. "Well... that does sounds deeply suspicious. Maybe he's finally realised how much you've been doing and just wants to... thank you?" "Hmm... I don't know," I muttered. "It
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Mason However, one unanswered question kept gnawing at my mind. If Miller could uncover the truth in less than a week with a few phone calls and a security audit, how had no one seen it six years ago? The scandal had erupted across the entire corporate sector back then. It had rocked the Blake family board, dominated financial tabloids, and threatened a multi-billion-dollar succession vote. Silverstone was packed with high-ranking board members and security personnel that night. A future CEO’s drink had been tampered with, and not a single soul had raised an eyebrow? It made no fucking sense. Unless someone had deliberately buried it. I buzzed Miller back into my office, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Find out who covered everything up back then." Miller left without a word. Two hours later, he returned, setting a single piece of heavy paper on my desk. It was an internal non-disclosure agreement and a financial clearance authorization from the Blake Family Trust, dated s
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Mason I stood outside her bedroom door at midnight, my fist hovering an inch from the dark wood. I wanted to knock. I wanted to drag her out into the hallway, look her in the eyes, and ask her everything. Why didn't you defend yourself? How did you survive six years of my cold, calculated accusations without screaming in my face? How did you carry all of it alone? My hand trembled in the dim hallway light. I couldn't do it. I was terrified. Catherine was so distant these days, moving through the house like a cool breeze that touched nothing and belonged to no one. If I confronted her now with this sudden, pathetic late-night revelation, she would only look at me with that calm, hollow pity she had given me in the kitchen. She wouldn't yell. She wouldn't cry. She would just close the door in my face. I pulled my hand back, turned around, and walked into my study. If I couldn't ask her, I would read every line of her life myself. First thing Monday morning, I pulled up Catherine
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Mason I didn't sleep that night. Leo’s words kept spinning in my head, loud and unrelenting, matching the heavy beat of my pulse. “It’s an assumption until you have facts!” For six years, I had held those facts like absolute truth. I had convinced myself that Catherine was a calculating strategist who had cornered me into a corner, using a forced pregnancy and a media storm to secure a permanent seat in the Blake household. It was the only narrative that allowed me to keep my distance, to treat our marriage like a series of cold, calculated transactions. If she wasn't guilty... then what had I been doing for six years? First thing Friday morning, I summoned Miller into my private office. "Sir?" Miller stood in front of my desk, tablet tucked under his arm, looking surprised. It was rare for me to call him in before the morning briefing. "I need a complete, discreet audit of an event from six years ago," I said, my voice tight as I stared out the floor-to-ceiling glass
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Mason The amber whiskey swirled in my crystal glass, catching the low, warm amber light of the executive lounge at The Vault. It was a Thursday evening—my off-duty night. By all accounts, I should have been relaxing, celebrating the closing of the Euro-Zone routing deal. Instead, every sip tasted like ash. My father’s words from two days ago kept hammering in my head. He hadn't raised his voice or pounded the desk like my mother. He had simply sat in his leather armchair, looking at me with a heavy, quiet disappointment that cut deeper than any blade. "In business, Mason, a contract that forces one partner to bear all the risk while the other collects all the dividends isn't a strategy," my father had said, his deep voice echoic and cold. "It's exploitation. And any businessman stupid enough to build a partnership like that deserves to lose it when the other side wakes up." He had leaned forward then, his gray eyes piercing right through me. "Look at her, Mason. She isn't the b
Fifty-Fifty: Mr. Blake, This Is What Fair Looks Like Chapter 16: family meeting
Catherine She really called a family meeting. Every eyes bore into me in the Blake family living room as Evelyn stated her case. When she finished, she sat back with her hands folded, waiting for me to be devoured. Mason stood near the window, dumb as usual. His grandmother, Madam Blake, cleared her throat and leaned forward in her high-backed chair at the head of the table. "Is it true Catherine," She turned to me. "That you raised your voice at your mother-in-law. And what's this about leaving your house overnight? What about your kids?” "Ma'am," I started, looking into her eyes. "You know how much I respect you. That's why I'll take my time explaining what brought about this whole situation from the very beginning. Your grandson and I have decided on how we would like to run our home. We'll each share the house chores and split our duties when it comes to the kids. I wasn't on duty when I left home to visit a friend." I glanced towards Evelyn. "I came back to home to he
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