MasukMaya's POV The front door clicked shut behind us, and the cool hush of our home wrapped around me like a secret. Chocolate ice cream dripped sticky and slow down the side of the carton in my hand, a dark ribbon sliding over my knuckles. I licked it off without thinking, the sweetness cutting through the leftover salt still ghosting my tongue from that first, wrong scoop the attendant had handed me.“The previous one was very salty,” I muttered, bumping my shoulder against Alex’s as we kicked off our shoes. “Vanilla is not supposed to taste like the ocean, Alex.”He laughed under his breath, low and warm, the sound vibrating through the thin cotton of his T-shirt where it brushed my arm. “You nearly made the man apologize for a hundred time. The way you glared at him...”“He deserved it.” I tilted the carton toward him, letting another slow drip fall. “But chocolate fixed everything. Almost.”My free hand settled on the firm curve of my belly... seven months of us, of
Alex's POVThe ice cream is without question, delicious.I registered this the moment it hit my tongue... smooth, properly sweet, exactly the kind of vanilla that had absolutely nothing wrong with it.I kept my face still.The practiced discipline of a man who had spent the past year learning to manage crisis after crisis, applied now to something considerably smaller in stakes and yet, in this exact moment, requiring every bit as much composure."Well?" Maya said.I swallowed slowly."You're right," I said. "It's off...."I understood, watching her expression settle into vindicated satisfaction, exactly what was happening.The doctor had mentioned it briefly weeks ago, in passing, almost as an afterthought amid all the other instructions about exercise and stress and blood pressure. Pregnancy hormones. The unpredictable ways a body in this condition could rewrite its own sensory experience entirely.Correcting her seemed like the least useful path available to me.
Alex's POVFive days of careful negotiation had finally produced this morning.Not without resistance... Maya had fought me at every turn, the stubborn determination that had carried her through the past year refusing to yield easily even to something as reasonable as rest and sleep . But between the doctor's warnings, my own persistence, and the simple accumulated exhaustion visible beneath her eyes each morning, she had finally agreed.One week.No documents. No investigation. Just the deliberate slowness of focusing on herself and the twins before returning to everything waiting for us.The morning routine had become something I genuinely looked forward to.Not the exercise itself, though I found a particular satisfaction in it.... the careful pace we maintained together, slow enough to accommodate seven months of pregnancy, purposeful enough to actually accomplish what the doctor had recommended.I ran beside her.Not ahead, not behind... beside her, matching
Maya's POV I stared at Richard's name until the letters felt less like a name and more like a puzzle piece I couldn't yet place correctly. Now I understood it differently. We had proof. Not simply that he knew these men, but that he had attended a private meeting alongside several people we now understood to be operating within a network designed specifically to erase its own existence. "We need to confront him," I said. "Now. Today." "Maya," Alex said. "He's had a lot of time to tell us the truth," I said. "He's chosen silence every single time. Now we have proof he was there." "If we go in accusing him," Alex said, "without understanding the full context, we could destroy any chance of getting answers at all. He's already terrified of something. Cornering him could make him retreat further rather than open up." I wanted to argue. The mounting frustration of months spent chasing fragments arrived in my chest, demanding immediate confrontation rather tha
Alex's POV I studied the invitation carefully. Several years old... The formal seal at the top identified a private estate, an address I did not immediately recognize, and the invitation had been sent to Edwin Hargrove personally, addressed with the particular formality reserved for correspondence between people who understood exactly how significant discretion mattered. The guest list ran down them second page. I read through it methodically. Wealthy businessmen. Investors whose names carried considerable weight in circles I had spent my entire professional life navigating. Several politicians, positioned at a level where their presence at any gathering carried implications beyond simple attendance. I recognized names... Several of them connected directly to the companies Maya and I had been tracing across the past two days.... the same small, consistent group whose capital had moved through entity after entity, weakening businesses before absorbing them, t
Maya's POV I was at my desk before the sun fully rose. Sleep had offered little the night before.... not from the investigation alone, though the discovery Alex had made the previous evening kept surfacing every time I closed my eyes. The argument with my mother lingered too, threading itself through every quiet moment, refusing the distance I kept trying to put between us. I pushed it aside... The documents in front of me offered somewhere else to put my attention, and I gave myself to them fully. I spent the morning cross-referencing dates. My father's original records against the pattern Alex had traced the night before... The pattern sharpened as I worked. Several of the smaller companies my father had done business with over the years had experienced sudden shifts shortly before being absorbed or pushed entirely out of the market. Not gradual decline. Sudden. And Hargrove Meridian had been targeted during the same broad period Not successfully....
Maya’s POVI stayed until the last possible minute.Not because there was work left. Because I needed time to rebuild the mask.By the time I stepped into the executive hallway leading to the private parking garage, my heels clicked with deliberate calm. My makeup was fresh, concealer over the red
Maya’s POV“She is two months pregnant.”“I can’t believe it,” Mason’s voice carried through the cracked boardroom door, low and reverent, the way he used to speak to me only in our earliest days before the miscarriages, before the silence grew between us like frost on glass. “Two months?”My fing
Maya’s POVThe air in Mason’s office thickened the second I turned back toward the door. Selina moved first quick, theatrical reaching out as if to grab my arm in some mockery of concern.“Maya, wait……”Her fingers brushed my sleeve.I reacted on instinct. A small, sharp push just enough to create
Maya’s POVThe alarm screamed at 6:00 a.m. sharp, a shrill, unforgiving sound that drilled straight into my skull“Damn it,” I hissed, slapping the phone silent before it could cycle into its second round. My head throbbed part hangover from too much crying, part exhaustion from staring at the ceil







