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Chapter 96
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2026-05-17 14:14:10
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In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father Chapter 105
OLIVIA’S POVThe Salander Group’s headquarters had a way of making one feel small on purpose.I stood on the pavement outside it, craning my neck up at the glass and steel facade that caught the early morning light. Forty-two floors of corporate power, legacy, and old money. I looked down at myself.Black wrap dress, low heels, hair pulled back, one hand gripping the strap of my bag, the other pressed flat against the swell of my bump like a reflex.“You’ve delivered babies in a blackout,” I muttered to myself. “You can walk into a building. You’re that bitch..and would forever be that bitch.”I walked into the building.The lobby was all marble and a cathedral was dedicated to the religion of wealth. The woman at the reception desk looked up at me with the look of neutrality. “Olivia Benson,” I said, keeping my chin level. “I have a meeting with Mr. Virgil.”She checked her screen, nodded once, and handed me a visitor’s pass with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.Virgil was waiti
In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father Chapter 104
KANE’S POVThe vial was smaller than I expected.I turned it between my fingers, the thin glass catching the dim light of my bedroom as I sat on the edge of the bed. It looked almost harmless. “Good” I smiled in relief. My phone buzzed against the nightstand.It’s confirmed. He’ll flip. Cynthia’s text came in while Jonah called me an hour ago. He’s in.“Damn right, he is” I exhaled slowly, setting the vial down on the duvet beside me. I stared at it.One problem solved now, remains the other.The board meeting was locked in for next Friday. Seven days for Lucious to wake up fully, regain his strength, sign whatever documents Virgil had been hovering over him with, and blow my entire plan to pieces with one signature.Seven days was too long.I picked up the vial again.Cynthia had explained it simply, it won’t kill him, she’d said, filing her nails as she spoke. It’ll just… slow him down. Keep him foggy. He’ll be alive, Kane…technically.I pressed my thumb against the cool glass.T
In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father Chapter 103
MICHAEL REEVES’S POVI made three calls after they left.The first was to my lawyer. Short, procedural, the kind of call that was less conversation and more confirmation — a series of contingencies I’d put in place years ago that needed to know they were still relevant. They were. I kept it under four minutes.The second was to a woman named Patricia who worked a floor below the federal prosecutor’s current office and owed me a favor that had been quietly accumulating interest since 2019. I didn’t ask for much. Just a temperature reading. Just enough to know whether the timeline I’d given Kane and Lucious was still accurate.It was. Possibly tighter than six weeks now.I kept that to myself for the moment.The third call I sat with for a long time before making.Ellis was still in the townhouse when I came back downstairs.He was at the table with the remnants of the evening’s water glasses and his perpetually open laptop, doing the quiet, thorough work that made him indispensable in
In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father Chapter 102
OLIVIA’S POVI knew something had shifted the moment Kane walked in.I’d never met him before — not properly. I’d seen photos, heard the name spoken in a dozen different tones depending on who was doing the speaking and what the conversation was about. Lucious said it carefully, like handling something that could cut. Other people said it with a kind of cautious reverence, the way you talk about weather patterns that have a history of turning.In person he was — not what I’d expected.Taller, for one. Same bone structure as his father, same quality of stillness, but where Lucious had refined his into something smooth and almost architectural, Kane’s was rougher. More recently acquired. Like a man who’d taught himself to be still because he’d learned the hard way what happened when he wasn’t.He’d barely glanced at me when he came through. Cordial, distracted, already somewhere else in his head. That was fine. I hadn’t needed the attention.What I’d needed was to read the room.So I di
In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father Chapter 101
KANE’S POVI didn’t sleep.I lay on top of the covers fully dressed until about 2 AM, staring at the ceiling with the laptop open beside me, rereading Cynthia’s document like the words might rearrange themselves into something less catastrophic if I looked long enough.They didn’t.Lucious Grant. Twelve years ago. A buried case, a resigned prosecutor, and a clean paper trail that had stayed clean for over a decade because my father was exceptionally good at the things he was good at.I kept waiting to feel something clean about it. Righteous anger, maybe — the kind that clarifies and points you in a direction. Or even satisfaction, the cold kind, the I knew it kind that I’d been stockpiling fuel for most of my adult life.Instead what I felt was tired.Deeply, structurally tired in a way that had nothing to do with the hour.I sat up at 2 AM, put the laptop on the nightstand, and just sat on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands.He looked tired. That
In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father Chapter 100
KANE’S POVI didn’t say much on the ride back.Neither did my father.The city moved past the windows in streaks of light and we sat in the back of his car with about twelve inches of leather seat between us and about fifteen years of everything else. The driver had the partition up. Good man.I kept the folder on my knee with my hand flat on top of it like it might try to leave.Six weeks.I turned the number over in my head, examining it from different angles the way you probe a sore tooth with your tongue. Six weeks to sit still and play a role in someone else’s game while my own pieces collected dust on the board. Six weeks of watching Jonah Levine breathe the same air as me and knowing what I knew about him and doing absolutely nothing with it.The thought made my skin crawl.But the alternative — Reeves had been clear enough about the alternative without ever actually spelling it out, which told me he was good at his job in the specific way that the best people always are. He ha
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