تسجيل الدخولAugust brought Harlowe's sixth birthday.The estate was filled with children that afternoon, along with parents, family friends and enough decorations to make Eleanor complain that they'd turned the garden into a circus.Harlowe didn't care.She was too busy running from one group of friends to another, directing a game she'd invented herself."Everyone has to follow the rules!" she announced.Caiden stood nearby with a plate of cake."Apparently, I'm in charge of refreshments."Nadia laughed."You look terrified.""I am."Eleanor watched Harlowe from her chair on the terrace."She's becoming quite the little leader.""She gets that from you," Nadia teased.Eleanor gave her a look."I certainly hope not."Harlowe came running over."Grandma Eleanor! They aren't following the rules!"Eleanor looked toward the group of children."Then explain the rules again."Harlowe nodded seriously."I already did.""Then you have a management problem."Harlowe thought about that."Can Daddy fix it?"
Caiden read the message over Nadia's shoulder, his expression tightening."What could Ashworth possibly know about the accuracy of our book?""I don't know," Nadia said. "But after everything we've uncovered, I'm not willing to dismiss it."They contacted the correctional facility and arranged a meeting before Ashworth's transfer the following week.Voss, Ashworth's former attorney, joined them.The meeting room was small and plain. Ashworth sat across from them, looking thinner than Nadia remembered."I'll be honest about why I asked for this meeting," he said. "I'm hoping the information helps me with my parole case. But that doesn't mean the information itself is false."Caiden leaned back."Then tell us."Ashworth nodded."Before my arrest, I was digging into Roland's old financial dealings. I found something connected to the water purification patent. The one that came from Bellweather's independent research."Caiden's expression changed."What did you find?""More documentation.
Caiden read Sarah's proposal twice before setting the tablet down."This is different," he said. "The newspaper features told pieces of our story. A book would tell all of it."Nadia nodded. "And we'd have to decide how much of that story belongs in public."She looked down at the proposal again."Eleanor. Cullen. My mother. Amara. Even the families we've helped through the foundation. Their lives are part of this too.""Then we don't decide for them."They spent the next few days talking it through. By the time Eleanor came to the estate for her usual visit, Nadia and Caiden had already agreed that the decision couldn't be theirs alone.When Nadia explained the proposal, Eleanor was quiet for several seconds."I think our story could help people," she finally said. "The foundation has already shown us that. There are families out there who feel trapped by things that happened long before they had any say in them.""But we'd have to expose things we've kept private."Eleanor gave her
Nadia opened the full report the following morning while she and Caiden sat at the kitchen island with their usual coffee and tea."Two names," she said, scrolling through the document. "Both connected to Roland in the mid-2000s. Apparently, this was a second phase of his financial schemes, years after the original theft."Caiden leaned closer to read over her shoulder. His expression stayed thoughtful."This feels different from everything we've dealt with before," he said. "It's less about Wolfe Meridian and more about Roland's wider network.""That's what the report says. Sterling claims these two helped him set up fraudulent investment schemes that had nothing to do with our family." Nadia scrolled farther down. "The regulators are handling it separately. They only informed us because we've cooperated with them before.""So we don't have to get involved.""Not unless they find something that brings us into it."Caiden nodded. "Then let them handle it."For once, they didn't chase
Nadia’s stomach dropped. The paperwork on the desk no longer mattered."How early, Cullen?" she asked, already rounding the corner into Caiden’s office to catch his eye. "How many weeks?""Twenty-eight," Cullen said, his voice raw with panic over the speaker. "Her water just broke. The doctors are rushing her into an emergency C-section right now. They're telling me her lungs aren't ready, Nadia. They aren't fully formed.""Hold on, Cullen. We're coming," Nadia said without hesitation, motioning to Caiden to pull up their flight schedules. "We'll get on the first plane out.""Nadia, it’s an eighteen-hour flight," Cullen choked out over the blare of a hospital intercom. "By the time your plane touches down, it'll already be over. She'll either be..."He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence."We don't care," Nadia said firmly. "You aren't sitting in that hallway alone. We're getting on a plane."Caiden was already on the phone with the flight crew before she finished speaking.
Caiden was already on the phone with their lead prosecutor before Nadia could even pull up Priya’s incoming security report."She's using Nadia’s name directly," Caiden said, his knuckles white against the desk. "This isn't quiet surveillance anymore, Counsel. This is identity fraud.""Priya confirmed the bank manager flagged the forged power of attorney immediately," Nadia added, leaning over the desk so the attorney could hear her. "They have her on camera at the teller desk. Is that enough to keep her in custody?""More than enough," their lawyer replied over the speakerphone. "Between the fake credentials, the forged signature, and the perimeter breach at your estate, prosecutors are asking for pre-trial detention without bail. She’s a flight risk, and the judge knows it."---By midnight, the ruling was official.David Ashworth’s old accomplice was locked away in a county cell, her high-priced legal team unable to talk her out of a judge's firm denial of bail."It's over, Caiden,
Caiden looked at her with the same cool patience he probably applied to difficult board meetings. "So," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers. "What is your final answer, Miss Verne?""Still no," she said, making sure every word landed.He studied her for a long, quiet moment. There was no flash
Nadia stumbled back two steps before she managed to catch her balance.The car window was already gliding down smooth and silent. She froze on the pavement because, out of all the black Bentleys in the city, of course it had to be his.Caiden barely glanced her way before his attention shifted to C
Nadia was up at six.Outside, it was still pitch black—the kind of freezing winter morning where just stepping out from under the duvet felt like a punishment. She stood by the window, wrapping both hands around a mug of warm water, watching the bare tree branches whip around in the wind. Christmas
Morning.Nadia Verne's eyes fluttered open, and her first sensation was a wave of soreness throughout her body. Instinctively, she looked down and realized she was completely bare, with even her underwear missing. She glanced around the room. She seemed to be the only one there. The bright red stai







