MasukPOV: AUDREYAudrey did not ask Xavier for permission.She stood in the living room the morning after he showed her the folder from the Cross vault and made her decision in silence. The pages about the sealed records and the secondary claim were still on the table. The symbol from the intruder still lived in her mind. Everything pointed toward her grandfather’s generation, toward things her parents had chosen to bury.Xavier watched her from the kitchen, waiting.“I’m going to the old estate,” she said.He set his coffee down. “The one upstate?”“Yes. My grandfather kept private rooms there that no one was allowed to open after he died. If answers exist, they’re there.”Xavier was quiet for a moment. “I can have a team secure the property first.”“No.” Audrey met his eyes. “I need to do this myself. You can give me access to whatever resources I need, but I don’t want you to take over. Not this part.”Something shifted in his expression. Not disappointment. Not control. Something close
POV: XAVIERXavier did not sleep after the intruder left.He sat in his study with the photograph of the symbol on the screen and the security footage looping in silence. The man had been careful, but not careful enough. The image of his face was clean. By 8:00 a.m. Xavier’s private team had a name: a low-level courier who specialized in quiet retrieval jobs for people who never met their clients directly.The courier was already gone from the city. That part was expected. What mattered was the symbol.Xavier had seen it before.Years ago, when he first began digging into the quiet corners of the Cross and Bridgerton relationship, the same broken circle with three short lines had appeared in the margins of old internal memos. At the time he had dismissed it as an archivist’s mark. Now it had been left inside his home like a signature.He called the one person who still had access to the deeper Cross family records without needing board approval.His uncle answered on the third ring, v
POV: XAVIERXavier woke to the sound of glass.It was soft, almost careful, but in a penthouse this high and this secure, any unexpected sound was a problem. He was on his feet before the second noise came — a faint scrape from the direction of the living room.Audrey was still asleep in the guest room. He did not wake her.He moved through the dark hallway without turning on lights. The security panel at the end of the corridor showed a single breach alert on the east balcony door. The system had not triggered a full alarm yet, which meant whoever was inside knew how to move carefully.Xavier opened the drawer of the console table and took out the compact pistol he kept there. He did not raise it yet. He only held it low and continued forward.The living room was empty at first glance. Then he saw the figure near the far window — black clothing, hood pulled up, gloved hands working quickly at the side table where Audrey kept a small leather folder of printed documents.Xavier stepped
POV: AUDREYThe call came at 6:17 a.m.Audrey was already awake when her phone lit up with the name of the Bridgerton subsidiary director in Hamburg. His voice was tight and carefully controlled.“We lost the Nordic logistics contract,” he said. “They terminated effective immediately. No negotiation window. No explanation beyond ‘revised strategic priorities.’”Audrey sat up. “That contract was stable. It had two years left.”“I know. We just received confirmation that a Cross Enterprises affiliate stepped into the gap last night with better terms and faster capacity.”The words landed like a clean blow.She ended the call and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Carter had stopped testing boundaries. He had chosen a direct hit.By the time she reached the kitchen, Xavier was already there, coffee in hand, watching her face.“What happened?”“Carter took the Nordic contract from our Hamburg subsidiary. One of his affiliates moved in overnight.”Xavier’s expression did not change, but t
POV:AUDREYThe morning light in Sag Harbor felt different from Manhattan.Audrey woke alone. Xavier’s side of the bed was already empty, the sheets cool. For a moment she lay still, remembering the weight of his arm around her waist and the dangerous quiet of the night before. Then she pushed the memory down and got up.She found him on the back deck with coffee, looking out at the water. He did not turn when she stepped outside.“We need clearer rules,” she said.Xavier glanced at her over the rim of his cup. “We already have rules.”“Those were about surviving the public. These need to be about surviving each other.”He set the cup down and waited.Audrey folded her arms. “No controlling each other. No making decisions that affect both of us without talking first. No pretending when we’re alone. And we don’t use this marriage as a weapon against one another, no matter how ugly the war with Carter becomes.”Xavier studied her for a long moment. “Agreed.”“Just like that?”“I told you
POV: AUDREYThe city finally released them.Xavier had said very little when he told her to pack a small bag. He only said they needed distance from the noise. Audrey did not argue. She was exhausted from the constant performance and the cameras. When the car left Manhattan behind, something in her shoulders finally loosened.The house in Sag Harbor was quiet, all glass and pale wood, sitting above the water. Xavier unlocked the door and stepped aside. The air smelled of salt and cedar.“No one knows we’re here,” he said. “No press. No family. No one who needs a version of us.”Audrey walked to the windows and stared at the black water. “You didn’t have to bring me this far.”“I did.” He dropped his keys on the counter. “Both of us are carrying things we haven’t said out loud.”He made coffee. They sat on the long sofa with a careful distance between them, mugs warm in their hands. The only light came from a single lamp and the moon.Audrey spoke first.“I married you because I needed







