LOGINChapter 192: Olive's POVI had been avoiding my mother's calls for three days straight, blocked Walter's number entirely after that disaster at the funeral, and honestly, I was still enraged by the fact that all these years I'd known nothing about my brother—nothing about who Klaus really was, nothing about the secrets my entire family had been keeping from me.The fact that there was so much to know about Klaus, so much I'd been deliberately kept in the dark about, still felt like a physical wound that wouldn't stop bleeding.My phone buzzed, and I saw Zane's name flash across the screen—a text, not a call.Zane: Hey, Muffin. Hope you are good. I've been thinking about you.For a second, my heart did that stupid flutter thing it always did when I saw his name, and I almost typed out the truth—No, I just found out my brother was gay and everyone kept it from me—but I couldn't dump that on him right now.So I deleted what I'd started and typed something safer.Me: I'm currently on my w
Chapter 191: Zane's POVI stood on the observation platform overlooking the racing track, watching cars tear around the curves at speeds that would make most people's hearts stop, but all I could think about was Olive sitting alone at that funeral while I stayed away like she'd asked.It was killing me not to be there with her, not to be able to protect her from whatever emotional damage today was going to cause, but she'd been so insistent that I stay away that I'd respected her wishes even though every instinct I had was screaming at me to go to her anyway."I hate it when that kid drives," Nikolai said from beside me, breaking through my thoughts.I glanced at him, then back at the track where a black sports car was taking a turn way too aggressively."Who's on the wheel?" I asked, though part of me didn't really care. "And why do you care if they decide to cripple themselves for life? It's their funeral."The dark humor in my words made Nikolai chuckle despite himself."It's fucki
Chapter 190: Olive's POV"What?" he finally said, but his voice was wrong, too careful, too controlled."Was Klaus gay?" I repeated, louder this time, enunciating each word. "Was my brother gay? Did you know?""Olive, I don't know where this is coming from, but—""Answer the fucking question!" I screamed, all my carefully controlled composure shattering. "Was my brother gay? Yes or no?"Another long silence, and in that silence I heard my answer."How did you find out?" Walter asked quietly, and my entire world tilted again because those words were as good as a confession.He'd known.My father had known Klaus was gay, had kept that secret for over a decade, had let me grow up thinking I knew my brother when I'd actually known nothing at all."You knew," I breathed, tears streaming down my face now. "You fucking knew. How long? How long did you know?""Olive, this isn't—this has nothing to do with you. What Klaus was or wasn't, that's not something you need to concern yourself with—"
Chapter 189: Olive's POVI stumbled through Judy's suite and out into the hallway, my vision blurring at the edges as I tried to navigate through a house I didn't know while my entire understanding of my childhood was crumbling around me.Klaus was gay.Klaus had been in love with Judy Byron.Klaus had kept this enormous secret from me, his little sister who'd thought she knew him better than anyone.My hands were shaking so violently I could barely hold my phone, and somewhere behind me I could hear Michelle calling my name, her voice getting more distant as I moved further away, as I desperately searched for somewhere I could be alone.I found a door that led outside and pushed through it without thinking, stumbling out into what appeared to be some kind of garden area—perfectly manicured lawns, flowering bushes arranged in artistic clusters, stone pathways winding through the greenery.It was quiet out here, blessedly empty, just the sound of birds and the distant hum of voices fro
Chapter 188: Olive's POVI stared at the photograph on the first page of the album, my brain struggling to process what my eyes were clearly seeing, trying to make sense of an image that didn't fit with anything I thought I knew about my brother.It was Klaus and Judy together, but not in any casual, friendly way.They were at what looked like a beach, the ocean visible in the background, and they were close, closer than friends should be, closer than acquaintances, their bodies angled toward each other in a way that spoke of intimacy and familiarity.Klaus had his arm wrapped around Judy's shoulders, pulling him in tight, and both of them were laughing at something, their faces lit up with genuine joy that made them look younger than I remembered either of them being.But it wasn't just the closeness that made me freeze.It was the way Klaus was looking at Judy in the photo—the way his eyes were fixed on Judy's face instead of the camera, the expression of pure adoration written acro
Chapter 187: Olive's POVI followed Michelle deeper into Judy's suite, my eyes taking in every detail of the space that had clearly been his sanctuary, the modern furniture that somehow managed to look both expensive and comfortable, the bookshelves lined with titles ranging from business textbooks to classic literature, the photographs carefully arranged on various surfaces showing Judy at different stages of his life.But what struck me most was how lived-in it all felt, how personal, like Judy had actually spent significant time here rather than treating it as just another room in his mother's massive house.Michelle walked across the living area toward what looked like a blank wall, and I watched with growing confusion as she ran her fingers along the surface until they found some kind of hidden seam."Judy was always very secretive about certain things," Michelle said, her voice quiet. "Even as a child, he had this need for privacy that went beyond normal. I used to think it was
Chapter 129: Zane's POV"That's..." He stopped, swallowing hard. "That's psychological warfare.""Yes," I agreed. "It is."We stared at each other through the screen.And I could see it happening in real time—the shift from suspicion to terrible certainty.But he couldn't prove it. Couldn't confirm
Chapter 122: Olive's POVMy fingers flew across the keyboard like I was trying to set a world record for fastest typing speed.Click. Click. Click. Click.The sound filled my new office, Senior Vice President of Strategic Development, the nameplate on my door read, but my mind wasn't on the quarter
Chapter 118: Cole's POVA memory flashed through my mind. Unbidden. Unwanted.Two years ago. Before Olive. Before any of this.I'd been nobody. Just another decent hockey player trying to make it in the NHL. Talented, sure. But not exceptional. Not special.And then I'd heard about Grayson Sinclair
Chapter 114: Zane's POVI didn't ask why. Didn't ask questions. I should have, but I couldn't bring myself to care about the reasons."I'll come pick you up," I said, already pulling up the number."No." Her voice was firmer now. "Send your driver. Don't come yourself. Please."That stung more than







