LOGINPENELOPE The hospital corridor was the same one I had been in. But this time around, we were on a different floor and a different ward. I walked fast enough that Jonathan struggled to keep up. Adrian had stayed in the car at my request. Not because I wanted to keep him out, but because this was a Westfield situation, and I needed my hands free to deal with it. Jonathan pushed open the ward door, and a nurse intercepted us immediately. "She's resting," she said. "She asked for me," I said. "I'm Penelope Westfield. I'm her sister." The nurse checked her clipboard, glanced at me, then stepped aside. We were in room seven, near the window which faced a wall. The light seemed to drain color from everything it touched. Seraphina lay in the bed. She looked smaller than I had ever seen her outside a hospital. The confidence she usually wore like armor, that posture of pride...all gone. She was just a woman in a bed with monitors, pale in the way that showed that her body had st
PENELOPE "Who is he?" I asked.Adrian hadn't answered yet.The man was still standing in the doorway. He was medium-height, older than us, and had a face that had once been handsome and had hardened without losing its structure. He wore a good coat, and he wasn't afraid of Adrian the way frightened people usually stood.He looked comfortable, and that was why it bothered me."Adrian," I called again."Give us a minute, please," he said to me.I looked at him. "No."He met my eyes. "Penelope...""No," I said. "We've been through this. I don't wait in cars while things get explained to me later."He held my gaze, then turned to the man. "This is Penelope," he said. "She stays."The man looked at me, then back at Adrian. "Your father's business partner," he said. "You know that's what I am."My hand was still in Adrian's. I felt the tension of a hand belonging to a controlled person who wasn't, for once, in control."My father died four years ago," Adrian said."Yes," the man said. "And
Penelope's POV I was in the Clerkenwell office when Jonathan walked in through the front door like he owned the building...which technically, for six more months, he did...and stood in the middle of my workspace, looking at me across three desks and two members of staff who suddenly became very interested in their screens. "Outside," he ordered. I looked at him, studying the expression on his face that I had learned to read over the years. This wasn't the controlled Jonathan. This was the other one. I stood up, and we went outside. "Adrian was at my building this morning," he said."What did he say?" I asked "He told me he was going to ask you to be with him," Jonathan said. "He came to my building and told me directly that he was choosing you. He wanted me to know before it happened." "How did that conversation go?" I asked. Jonathan looked at the street. "He said he understood what he was asking. He said he knew the history, and that he wasn't there to ask my permission. H
Marcus's POVShe arrived in less than an hour, which meant that she left before she even called me.I heard footsteps on the stairs, with no hesitation at the landing. She had looked up the address, confirmed the floor, and come straight up.I opened the door at her arrival, and she was smaller than I expected, nothing I had remembered all these years. Up close, she was just a woman in a dark coat with her hair pulled back, wearing an expression with no performance in it at all.Then she walked in. She didn't glance around the flat the way Jonathan had. She looked only at me, since the flat was irrelevant to her."Sit down," she said. "Why did you say what you said about my daughter? And you implied that it referred to Nora's paternity.""I reported what I heard," I said. "I said others could draw their own...""Enough!"I stopped, then she pulled out the chair across to set a tablet on it. She pressed play.Jonathan's voice came through, tinny and clipped: 'If anyone ever questions t
Marcus's POV The studio was smaller than I'd expected. It was just a converted room above a café in Bermondsey. It had two microphones. Foam padding on the walls. The host, Dan, had 200,000 subscribers and had been perfectly pleasant during our pre-recording chat. Now he was looking at me, having realized a story had grown bigger than he had planned for. "You understand this will go out to a wide audience," he said. "Yes. That's why I chose you." "You could have gone to a newspaper." "Newspapers edit. Podcasts don't." I slammed. He glanced down at his notes. I had been out for three weeks by then. Three weeks in a small flat in Peckham that still smelled like whoever had lived there before me. Three weeks of learning that the world hadn't waited for me, and that it had rearranged itself into shapes I no longer recognized. I had read my second interview while still in prison. Well...I had read the first one, really. The journalist had painted me as the man who wanted
PENELOPE "Where is she?" Adrian asked as he was already pulling on his coat. His assistant pointed at the phone. "She said she would be at the Cheng Capital offices. The old ones. She still has keys from when you two were together." Adrian looked at me. "Stay here," he ordered. "Absolutely not. There's no way you expect me to stay here and do nothing." He didn't let the argument escalate, so we left together. *** The Cheng Capital offices sat in Canary Wharf on the forty-second floor. It was a building that still bore Adrian's name on the directory, even though he no longer ran what lived inside it. The receptionist looked visibly uncomfortable. "She's in the main boardroom," she said. "She says she has a right to be here. Her lawyers confirmed she has a shareholder claim." Adrian walked past her without stopping. And I walked with him to the lift to the forty-second floor. There was a corridor lined with floor-to-ceiling glass, the city spread out below. He pushed open th
JONATHAN ***"There was a break-in," Marcus stated as he stormed my office without knocking, which only happened when something was urgent. He stood in front of my desk with his tablet and a serious look, waiting for me to glance up from my reading.Then I looked up at him. "Where?" I asked."It h
JONATHAN"You haven't answered me yet," I demanded The woman across the table looked at me with that particular patience of hers who had decided exactly how much she was going to say and in what order."I've heard you," she sighed "Then answer me." I banged my fist on the table, hard enough that
PENELOPE I looked through the peephole again because my mind struggled to accept what I had just seen. Then I stepped back from the door It was Jonathan.He stood in the hallway of my building at five forty-seven in the morning, wearing a dark leather jacket. His hair looked a bit messy, likely f
JONATHAN She didn't run...That was the first thing I noticed about her.I crossed half the room before I consciously decided to move. When Penelope saw me coming, she straightened her shoulders and stood her ground. That gesture hit me harder than anything else in that room.The woman I remembered







