INICIAR SESIÓNIvy went to the settlement conference after all. Denise insisted, and Xavier didn't argue against it either, telling her flatly that letting Adrian control the room alone was worse than sitting through whatever he had planned.They met at Adrian's lawyer's office downtown, a conference room with too much glass and not enough air. Adrian was already seated when Ivy walked in with her father and Denise, sliding a document across the table before anyone had even settled into their chairs."Your father's original land deal with Robert Cross," Adrian said, watching her read it. "There's a clause tying certain family assets to a debt neither family ever formally closed out. Including, as it turns out, the shares now sitting with Xavier."Ivy's stomach dropped. Beside her, her father went very still.Denise leaned forward, scanning the page. "We'll need the original documentation before we treat any of this as valid.""Take your time, ma'am." Adrian sat back, entirely too pleased with himsel
Ivy sat in her car outside the coffee shop for a long time after Lauren left, the folded paper still tucked into her bag, replaying one line over and over. “Someone has been paying Adrian, not the other way around.”Her thumb hovered over Denise's contact before drifting to Xavier's. Neither of them felt right. Instead, almost without thinking, she found herself driving toward her father's house, because if anyone in her life understood the shape of Adrian's finances well enough to help her make sense of an offshore account, it was the man who had spent two years tangled up in Vance Capital's credit line.She let herself in without knocking, as she always had, and found him in his study with papers spread across the desk. He looked up in mild surprise."Ivy. I didn't know you were…""I need to ask you something, Dad. And this time, I need you to give me the whole truth please. She dropped into the chair across from him, coat still on. "Have you ever seen any indication that Adrian ha
Lauren tried calling him again at noon, then again at three, watching the rent notice sitting on her kitchen counter like it might disappear if she stopped looking at it. By six, she had called seven times. Adrian finally picked up on the eighth ring."What?""You've been ignoring me all day.""I've had a full day, Lauren. I don't have time to explain every meeting I'm in.""I wasn't calling to chat." She kept her voice low, glancing toward little Charlie's door, where he'd finally gone down after refusing dinner twice because she hadn't had the money that week for the brand of crackers he actually liked. "Rent's due Friday. I'm short. I'm also almost out of Charlie's inhaler refill, and the pharmacy won't run it again until the balance from last month clears.""So call the pharmacy and figure it out.""I don't have anything to figure out with, Adrian. That's the point of the call." Her voice cracked slightly. "I need one hundred grand by Thursday. That's rent and the medication bo
Eleven years ago*****Xavier got the call on a Tuesday morning, his chemistry textbook still open behind him."It's off, son," his father said, without greeting. "The Sinclair engagement. Richard called this morning.""Off?" Xavier repeated the word, as though it didn't fit in his mind. "What do you mean by off ?”"I mean off. It got canceled. Apparently, it had something to do with our finances. Richard didn't say much more than that.”"That doesn't make sense. I literally saw Ivy two days ago and nothing was wrong.""Things change fast in this business, Xavier. You know that.""Let me talk to her, please.""She's not taking calls. Richard also made that clear." His father's voice softened, just slightly. "I'm sorry, son. I know what she meant to you.""Meant?" Xavier caught the word immediately. "She still means everything to me."His father didn't answer.Xavier called anyway the second his father hung up, but the call went straight to voicemail. He called again that night, and th
***She didn't tell Xavier about Boston.She needed to know who'd talked to Adrian before she even handed him one more thing to use against her, but an honest part of her knew it was because she wasn't ready to watch Xavier’s face while she explained it.Instead, she showed up at his office Thursday afternoon, the day of the board call, because he had asked her to be there, and because she meant what she had told him in his office that first day. “ I want to be in the room for it, not read about it after.”Theo let her in without announcing her, which she took as a small sign of how quickly she'd already stopped being treated like a guest in this building. Xavier was standing at the conference room's glass wall, adjusting his cufflinks, while watching the city below."You don't have to say anything," he said to her, not turning around. "Just sit and watch. This part's mine, okay??"You have nothing to worry about. I know how to sit quietly while ‘men’ convince themselves they're in
The box sat on the table for a full ten seconds before Xavier opened it.Inside was a ring Ivy recognized—antique gold, an emerald-cut diamond, a setting that had gone out of fashion a decade ago."You kept it," she said."You know this ring?""I chose this ring eleven years ago in a shop on Erie Street, before my father called your father and ended what we had over the phone like he was cancelling a dinner reservation.""I never returned it anyway." Xavier's jaw tightened. "Told the jeweler I'd changed my mind about the setting, but I never went back.""Why keep it? You could've sold it, thrown it out, or given it to someone else."He didn't answer that question either. Instead, he took the ring out of the box and held it up between them. "This has to go on before the announcement drops tomorrow."Ivy looked at the ring, then at him, understanding this wasn't really a request; she held out her hand.He slid it onto her finger himself, slower than the moment called for. The ring slid







