Se connecterBrian's POV The moment I stepped into the security office, I knew something was wrong. The man sitting across the table wasn't nervous. He wasn't angry. He wasn't trying to escape. He was… relaxed. Almost amused. Two security guards were standing behind him. His hands were cuffed in front of him. Yet he was sitting there as if he was waiting for an old friend.I closed the door behind me. “Leave us.”The guards hesitated. “Mr. Adrian—”“I said leave.”They exchanged a glance before stepping outside. The lock clicked. Now it was just the two of us.The man smiled. “Took you long enough.”I didn't respond. Instead, I pulled a chair across from him and sat down. “Name.”He shrugged. “You can call me Daniel.”“You can tell me your real name.”“I could.” He leaned back. “I’m not going to.”Fine. “We found a camera in your possession.”“You did.”“You were photographing Ms. Harper.”“I was.”Still calm. Still cooperative. None of it made sense. Most people would deny, panic or ask for a la
Daphne's POVI never thought I’d walk through these doors again. The Carter estate looked exactly the same. The marble staircase. The crystal chandeliers. The portraits lining the hallway. Nothing had changed. Except me. The last time I stood here, I was Vincent Carter’s wife. Tonight, I was the woman who owned the company he once ruled.The irony wasn't lost on either of us. A member of the staff opened the dining room doors. Every conversation inside stopped. Every eye turned toward me. I straightened my shoulders and walked in. No hesitation. No apology. If this dinner was meant to intimidate me, Vincent had invited the wrong woman.Vincent rose from his chair with a practiced smile.“Daphne.”“Vincent.”His gaze lingered for a moment. “You look well.”“I’ve had good teachers.” A few people around the table exchanged awkward glances. They knew we were sparring. They just didn't know with what.Brian was already seated. Our eyes met a for a brief second. He started to stand. I sim
Brian's POVMy phone started vibrating before sunrise. I didn't bother checking the caller ID.I’ve had enough surprises for one week.“Brian.” My assistant’s voice came through immediately. “Mr. Carter’s office has issued invitations.”I rubbed a hand across my face. “Invitations?”“Yes.”“To what?”“A private dinner.”I frowned. “For investors?”“No.”“For family.”That got my attention. “Family?”“That’s how it was described.”The line went quiet. Then she added carefully, “Your name was on the guest list.”An hour later, the envelope was sitting on my desk. Heavy cream cardstock. Gold lettering. Very Vincent. I opened it. Vincent Carter requested the pleasure of your company for a private dinner celebrating new beginnings. Attendance requested. New beginnings.I almost laughed. Vincent had never celebrated new beginnings. He celebrated victories. Which meant he thought he’d already won.Across town…Daphne's POVI stared at the invitation twice before setting it down “A family din
Brian's POVThe moment I saw Vincent, I knew something was wrong. Not because he was here but because of the way he was looking at me. Vincent had always been predictable. He was arrogant when he was winning. Defensive when he was losing. Angry when he was cornered. Tonight he was none of those things. Tonight he was calm. And that worried me. Because calm Vincent was dangerous Vincent.Across the ballroom, our eyes met. Neither of us looked away. Then he smiled. It was a small smile but the kind that says I know something. The kind I hated. I excused myself from a conversation and moved toward him. The crowd parted naturally. Investors. Politicians. Executives. Nobody noticed the tension. Nobody realized they were watching two brothers preparing for war.“Enjoying yourself?" Vincent asked.“No.”His smile widened. “That’s unfortunate.”I studied him carefully. “What do you want?”“Can’t a brother say hello?”“No.”He laughed. At least we were being honest. For a few seconds neither o
I stared at the pregnancy report one last time before locking it inside my desk. Out of sight. Not out of mind. Definitely not out of mind.The last twenty-four hours had felt unreal. Every few minutes I caught myself thinking about it. Then I'd spent another one pretending I wasn't but still find myself thinking about it again.Pregnant.The word still didn't feel real. My phone rang. I glanced at the screen. It was my assistant. “Yes?”“Your car is waiting.”Right. The fundraiser. A charity gala hosted by several major investors. One of those events nobody actually wanted to attend but everyone important attended anyway. Normally I’d cancel. Today especially.Instead, I stood up, adjusted my dress, took one last look at my reflection and left. Because the world didn't stop simply because my life has become complicated. Again.The venue was already crowded when I arrived. Crystal chandeliers. Expensive suits. Fake smiles.Millions of dollars standing around pretending to discuss char
I should have stayed home. That was the first thought that crosses my mind as I stared at the stack of documents on my desk. The second thought was that I didn't have time to stay home. Not with everything that was happening. Not with Morrison Holdings still restructuring. Not with reporters digging into every corner of my life. Not with Brian. Especially not with Brian.Three days had passed since I asked him to leave. Three days of silence. Three days of pretending I didn't notice his absence. The annoying thing? I did. I noticed it every time I walked into a room and nobody was waiting with a security briefing. Every time my phone didn't ring with another warning. Every time I found myself wanting to tell him something before remembering I was angry with him. I pushed the thought away.A sharp knock interrupted my concentration. “Come in.”My assistant stepped inside, holding a tablet. She looked concerned. “There’s a board meeting in twenty minutes.”“Fine.”“And lunch.”I blinked
“Cut it.”The room went still. Every head turned toward me. The screen at the front of the boardroom still displayed the projections—losses, risks, unnecessary expenditures buried beneath layers of poor decisions. My decisions now and I wasn’t keeping them.“That division is draining resources,” I
Morning came quietly. I woke up before the sun fully rose, the soft light filtering through the glass windows of the penthouse. For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t think. Didn’t feel. Then it came back, all of it. The night before, the tension, the shift. Him.My eyes opened slowly. The space besi
The penthouse was quiet when I walked in. The kind of quiet that wasn't calming but more like it had been waiting for me. I set my bag down slowly, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I stepped further inside. Brian was already there. Of course he was.He stood near the window, his back
“Ten minutes,” the driver said. I nodded, barely looking up from the file in my hand.“Make it five,” I replied. “I don’t like waiting.”“Yes, Miss Morrison.”The car moved smoothly through the city, traffic parting just enough to keep us moving. Another meeting, another negotiation, another step d







