The envelope is thick. Heavier than it should be.I sit at my desk, turning it over once before sliding a manicured finger under the seal. It’s from the fixer. The one I trust when I don’t trust anyone else. He’s never late. Never sloppy. I don't know why I didn't go with him from the beginning.The paper inside smells faintly of the cheap cardboard file it must have been pulled from. A birth certificate. Off-white, faint creases, official stamps in the right places. My eyes land on the name: Kaia Reyes.I study the date of birth. The place. Parents. Everything matches what she’s claimed. Not a smudge out of place.For a moment, my pulse slows.I lean back in my chair, holding it up to the light. No tells. No shadows where forgery usually hides. It looks… real.So then, who the hell has been lying to me?“Mrs. Cross?” My assistant’s voice is careful through the door.I keep my eyes on the certificate. “Come in.”She enters, closing the door behind him, already knowing this is not a da
SASHA'S POV I am halfway through my coffee when my phone buzzes. Unknown number. Normally I’d let it go to voicemail, but the day’s already been circling the drain, and curiosity’s a sickness I can’t seem to shake.“Yeah?” I answer, no smile in my voice.“It’s done,” a clipped voice says. No name, no greeting. I know who it is. Cross estate contact. The one I paid extra to pull the log history Nathaniel didn’t even know existed.“You are sure?” I lean back, pressing the mug to my lips just to keep from grinning too soon.“Positive. We should meet. I am not comfortable discussing this on a phone."“Very well,” i say as I get to my feet. “I will send you an address. I will be there in thirty minutes.”“Fine by me.”“I’m telling you, Sasha, you didn’t hear it from me.”The woman across from me leans forward, lowering her voice like the room’s bugged. Maybe it is. This is one of the Cross places, after all.I keep my expression flat, pen hovering over my notebook. “Two identities.”She
NATHANIEL POVI’m not an idiot. I know when someone’s shutting me out.And my mother is shutting me out.She’s been locking herself in her office all week, her meetings shorter but somehow louder, voices raised, doors slamming, papers slapped down like weapons. Half the time, I hear her before I see her, and the other half, she’s just… gone. No explanations. No updates. Not even the usual, “I’ll handle it, Nathaniel. Don't mess up, Nathaniel.”This morning, I walk past her office and hear the low murmur of voices. Male. Two of them. I lean against the wall, just far enough to listen without being caught. They’re talking about numbers. Funding. Shifting assets. Someone's assets. Not a family.When the door creaks, I step back, arms folded, just as she comes out.“Who was that?” I ask, like I already know I won’t get a real answer.“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” she says, smoothing her blouse like that’s the end of it.“Really? Because last I checked, I still run half this
KAIA (ALINA) POV The trace finally stops moving and the line of code on my screen freezes like it is staring back at me, daring me to follow it deeper. I lean forward, elbows on the desk, the glow from the monitors washing my hands in pale blue.That is it there. The breach.Not a sloppy hack. No, this one is surgical, cleaner than ninety percent of the pros I have crossed paths with. But there is a smell to it, a familiarity, like something I thought I had buried years ago.Something from my past.Theo’s voice cuts in through my earpiece. “Have you found the hole?” “I’m looking at it,” I say. “And it is old. Really old.” “How old?” “Old enough that I should be a ghost to it. But someone dug up a dead system.” My fingers fly across the keyboard, pulling metadata headers. “Hotel server. One of the ones that got wiped after my… ‘disappearance.’”There is a pause on his end. “You saying someone rebuilt it?” “I’m saying someone resurrected it,” I tell him. “Piece by piece. And they
ELENA’ S POVThe feed refreshes every thirty seconds, and I don’t blink once.There it is. A small, neat little entry on the federal pull list. To anyone else, it’s boring—a harmless, routine audit notice.To me? It’s blood in the water.It will be in tomorrow’s business briefs, buried under fluff pieces and market noise. But for the right people, the ones who move billions with a single call, it’s a whisper that says: Ashen isn’t untouchable.And I know Kaia will see it. She always seesI’m watching the numbers scroll across the screen like a slot machine I already know is rigged.It starts small. Just a “routine” federal pull—some quiet audit request buried under a dozen others. The kind that normally wouldn’t get headlines for another week. But this one is Ashen. And Ashen’s untouchable image is built on the idea that it doesn’t crack.Except… right now, I’m watching the first crack form in real time.And God, it’s beautiful.I sip my coffee, slow, savoring the bitterness. On one s
SASHA'S POV I can feel it.The secrecy and lies. It's everywhere now. First it was Elena and now I have Nathaniel who is not saying anything, but I know.He’s shutting me out.It’s the way he doesn’t look at me in meetings, the way he walks out before I’m done talking, the way his phone suddenly matters more than my voice. Especially when I am talking about the xomaony..That is all we ever talk about now and even then, he still ignores me.He still puts on the act in public — hand at the small of my back, smile when the cameras click — but underneath, I can feel him slipping.And it’s not just him.The investors are pulling back too.They’re still polite, still making their rounds, but the tone is changing. I can hear it in the questions they ask, the ones they didn’t bother with before. “What’s your view on the Ashen pullout?” “Where do you see Cross Industries in the next quarter?” “Do you feel your position is secure?”The last one makes me want to throw my coffee in their face