LOGINHELENE"Sweetheart."Grandma's familiar voice came through the speaker, warm and reassuring as always."You haven't called for days. Is everything alright over there?""Everything's fine," I replied as I walked over to the sofa and sat down. "I've just been a little busy these past few days."The excuse sounded weak even to my own ears."I'm sorry. You must have been worried.""No need to apologize," Grandma said, though the relief in her voice was impossible to miss. "As long as you're alright."The guilt that hit me was almost overwhelming.Calling Grandma and Grandpa had always been part of my routine. No matter how busy I got, I checked in at least once every few days. Going nearly a week without contacting them was unusual enough that they had undoubtedly noticed.In fact, they had probably realized something was wrong long before now.Yet neither of them had called repeatedly demanding answers.Neither had pressured me.Looking back, they were likely giving me space because they
LUCIENAdrian's expression immediately turned serious."No."He shook his head."From everything I found, he's an ordinary employee. No suspicious financial activity. No personal connections to your uncle or cousin. No evidence they've ever crossed paths."The answer didn't surprise me.If Marcus and Julian truly had a connection with the Morgans, then they would never need direct contact with the journalist in the first place.All it would take was a word from his employer."Should I look into the Morgans?" Adrian asked. "See what they've been doing recently?"I was about to agree, then paused.A thought surfaced unexpectedly.Ever since the accident, one detail had continued to bother me.When I first began investigating Marcus and Julian, I had discovered a thread leading toward them.Nothing concrete or sufficient, but just enough to make me suspicious.What never made sense, however, was the execution itself.For all their ambition, neither Marcus nor Julian possessed the ability
LUCIENThe meeting itself was little more than a welcome-back event disguised as a briefing.After a short discussion regarding several ongoing projects, it quickly came to an end.I left first, with Adrian following a step behind me as we headed out beneath a variety of gazes.Not long after we returned to my office, a secretary knocked on the door and stepped inside."Mr. Blackthorne," he said. "Mr. Marcus Blackthorne is here to see you."I paused briefly before exchanging a glance with Adrian.How impatient."Let him in."A minute later, Marcus entered the office while Adrian excused himself temporarily.I gestured toward the chair opposite my desk."Please, sit."After he settled himself, I leaned back slightly and offered him a polite smile."I'm afraid my office still isn't quite in order after my absence, so I can't offer you anything at the moment."With the coffee machine sitting less than ten feet away, the statement was an outright lie, and both of us knew it.If Marcus had
HELENEI didn't learn about the article until dinner.Lucien brought it up himself.He told me not to worry and assured me that he wouldn't allow my name to be dragged into the mess.Ironically, that was the least of my concerns.What he would never know was that when I read the article, the first person I worried about wasn't myself.It was him.The thought of strangers publicly dissecting his decisions, questioning his competence, and scrutinizing every aspect of his life left me considerably more unsettled than any mention of my own name could have.And yet throughout the entire conversation, he maintained that same calm, unhurried demeanor.As though the whole thing was a minor inconvenience rather than a coordinated attack on his position.The sight irritated me more than it should have.Why did he insist on acting like everything was fine?Then, as though that weren't enough, he mentioned almost in passing that he would be returning to work the following morning.I still couldn'
JULIANMy lips curled into a cold smile.Originally, I thought the Laurents would prove useful. After all, Grandfather had always seemed to place considerable value on the engagement with their family, as evidenced by the tolerance and concessions he had granted them over the years.And with Lucien now confined to a wheelchair and the Laurents being exactly the sort of people who chased benefits wherever they could find them, I judged there was an opportunity to turn the situation to my advantage.So when Dad suggested approaching them privately, I didn't object.Even knowing Grandfather would likely disapprove, I decided the gamble was worth taking.If a Blackthorne had to honor the engagement, why couldn't that Blackthorne be me?At the time, it had seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution.Then the Laurents blindsided us.Behind our backs, they pushed Helene toward Lucien while simultaneously agreeing to marry Noemie to me.My smile deepened.Greedy people always overestimated t
JULIANI wonder whether my dear cousin enjoyed the little surprise I prepared for him.The thought crossed my mind as I lounged in my chair, one leg draped over the other in a posture of relaxation. A faint smile hung on my lips.The article had been live for nearly an hour.By now, Adrian—Lucien's efficient and capable assistant—would have seen it. Which meant Lucien had almost certainly seen it as well.I wondered what his reaction had been.Annoyance? Anger? Frustration?Or—The smile on my face faded slightly.Still indifference?My fingers curled against the armrest.The possibility irritated me far more than it should have.Because what I hated or envied the most about Lucien had never been his position, his influence, or even the absurd level of trust Grandfather placed in him.It was that expression.That calm, detached look he always wore.The one that made it seem as though everything around him was beneath his notice.Including me.A cold laugh escaped my throat.The indus
HELENEDinner began and ended in silence.Just like many other prestigious families, the Blackthornes observed the unspoken rule of not speaking while eating. Aside from the faint clink of silverware against porcelain, the dining room remained almost completely quiet throughout the meal.Once dinne
HELENEAfter taking a few sips of water, the coughing finally subsided.“Are you alright now?” Old Mr. Blackthorne asked, concern evident in his voice.“Yes, Mr. Blackthorne,” I replied somewhat sheepishly as I screwed the cap back onto the bottle before bending slightly to place it beside my chair
HELENEI had already expected that I wouldn’t be meeting just Lucien’s mother and grandfather. Still, the moment I stepped into the living room—at least twice the size of the Laurents’—I couldn’t help but feel taken aback.The entire Blackthorne family was here.Sebastian Blackthorne, Lucien’s gran
HELENEThe Blackthorne Estate sprawled across the hillside, stretching over acres as far as the eye could see—an unapologetic display of wealth and power.The car carrying Lucien and me passed through the towering iron gates before coming to a smooth stop at the main entrance.A line of staff stood







