LOGIN~ Vivienne's POVI did not book any flights.I had said it with the conviction of someone who meant it, and in the moment of saying it I had meant it, or had meant the feeling underneath it, the desperate need to put distance between myself and the proximity of everything that Lorenzo's world contained. But when I sat down the next morning with my laptop open and the travel search page loaded, I stared at the departure fields for a long time and then closed the laptop and made coffee instead.Dante was here. His school was here. His doctors were here, the team monitoring his recovery from the procedure, the follow-up appointments that were still ongoing and that I was not willing to interrupt for the sake of my own need to feel like I was taking decisive action. I told myself these were the reasons. They were real reasons. They were also, I was aware, doing some additional work beyond simply being true.So I stayed, and I avoided Lorenzo, and I discovered that avoiding Lorenzo Blackwe
~ Lorenzo's POVI did not deny it.This is the part that people would find difficult to understand, and I find that I have no particular interest in making it easy for them. The people in that doorway, the legal staff and the unknown woman and Marco with his performed horror, were all waiting for the denial, expecting it, because that is the sequence that follows an accusation in the experience of most people. Accusation arrives, denial follows, and then the negotiation between the two determines what the world decides to believe. I did not give them the sequence. I simply stood beside my father's chair and looked at Marco and said nothing, and watched the confusion that produced move through the room like weather.Marco recovered from the confusion quickly, because Marco was not unintelligent and he understood that my silence was a gift he had not expected to receive and that the correct response to an unexpected gift was to take it before it was rescinded.He turned to the people be
~ Lorenzo's POVI looked at the notification for a moment longer than I needed to.It was a message from a number I recognised as one of the internal lines from the Blackwell estate, used by the household staff for formal communications, the kind of number that did not send messages unless something required a physical presence that could not be arranged by any other means. The message itself was brief. Six words. The Chairman requests your attendance tonight. Urgent.I had received variations of this message before. I had ignored most of them. The relationship between myself and Richard Blackwell was not one that operated on the conventional frequencies of family obligation, and we had both understood that for long enough that the understanding had calcified into something resembling mutual respect, which was perhaps the most either of us had managed.But something about the specific word urgent, and the specific hour, and the specific day that had already contained more than its rea
~ Lorenzo's POVI looked at the notification for a moment longer than I needed to.It was a message from a number I recognised as one of the internal lines from the Blackwell estate, used by the household staff for formal communications, the kind of number that did not send messages unless something required a physical presence that could not be arranged by any other means. The message itself was brief. Six words. The Chairman requests your attendance tonight. Urgent.I had received variations of this message before. I had ignored most of them. The relationship between myself and Richard Blackwell was not one that operated on the conventional frequencies of family obligation, and we had both understood that for long enough that the understanding had calcified into something resembling mutual respect, which was perhaps the most either of us had managed.But something about the specific word urgent, and the specific hour, and the specific day that had already contained more than its rea
~ Vivienne's POVThe woman's name was Sera.I learned that afterward, from a document Lorenzo's people prepared as part of the arrangement, a single page that outlined the terms and the timeline and the specifics of what had been agreed. Sera Montez, forty-three years old, contracted cleaning staff, eleven years with the same company. I read the page once and then set it down and did not pick it up again, but the name stayed with me in the way that things stay when you have looked at someone's face while something significant was being done to them.She was taken in the way these things were arranged when Lorenzo was arranging them, which was to say efficiently and without unnecessary theatre. The statement had circulated within hours of being recorded, moving through the same channels the original story had used, picked up by the same outlets with the same appetite for resolution that they had shown for accusation. The narrative shifted with a speed that should have been reassuring a
~ Vivienne's POVI heard what he said and I was certain, for a moment, that I had misunderstood him.I looked at Lorenzo's face and found nothing there that suggested he had misspoken or was speaking theoretically or was offering the idea as a starting point to be refined into something more palatable. He was entirely serious, in the way that he was serious about most things, with a calm and settled quality that indicated the idea had not just arrived but had been considered and found workable before he gave it to the room.I sat up straighter."No," I said.The word came out before anything more structured could form behind it, immediate and unqualified. Lorenzo looked at me without surprise, which meant he had expected it."Vivienne," Jadon said."No." I turned to my brother, whose expression contained something I did not want to see in it, something that was not disagreement. "Jadon, we are not doing that. We are not taking what happened to me and putting it on someone who did not
Lorenzo's POV It had been going well according to our plans. That was, until that bastard Marco, spoke some nonsensical words that ticked me off the wrong way, like he had touched my reverse scale. 'This fucking bastard!' I growled inwardly as I sent a chilling gaze at him. I didn't care about ho
"But I'm not done yet..""Huh?!"In that moment, Marco wanted nothing more than to leap over the table and strangle Lorenzo's neck. Marco was now certain of one thing; Lorenzo was the one who had sabotaged him. He had already succeeded in removing him from his rightful position that he had always
~ Vivienne's POV His emerald eyes turned serene as he spoke to me. That was enough to tell me that it was something serious. "Unexpected?" I echoed, trying to make meaning of what he had said. He nodded. "But good news first."I remained quiet, anticipation running through me. I wanted to hear a
~ Vivienne's POV It was already 3:30 PMI kept checking my phone every few minutes that passed. Why was I doing that? In my defense, I just wanted to know how Lorenzo handled the board meeting and what happened exactly. ...It was also nice to text Lorenzo too. From what I'd heard, the meeting w







