Mag-log inLUCIENThe 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
LUCIENBeing on leave didn’t mean I was free of work. In fact, my workload was only marginally lighter than usual.If I truly stepped back from everything, certain restless individuals within the company would waste no time seizing the opportunity to stir chaos.I had just ended a video conference with one of our overseas business partners—one who had insisted on speaking with me personally before finalizing the agreement—when a knock came at the door.With only two of us in the villa, the identity of the visitor was hardly difficult to guess.The corner of my mouth curved up almost imperceptibly.“Come in.”The door opened, and Helene appeared in the gap, a glass in hand as she peered inside.“Are you busy?” she asked, already looking half-prepared to leave the moment I answered yes.“No.”Only then did she step fully inside, her tone easing into something more casual. “I made an extra cup of smoothie. Do you want some?”My gaze moved from her face to the cup.Sweet drinks had never
HELENEWith Isabel's ambitious five-year plan now hanging over my head, I could no longer afford to be as leisurely as I usually was.Under normal circumstances, I should still have been recovering from my last trip. Instead, I was already researching locations for my next feature.Unfortunately, the search wasn't going particularly well.Most of the destinations I'd looked into were either overflowing with tourists or offered nothing compelling enough to justify the journey. If things continued this way, I might end up choosing a country at random and figuring things out after I arrived.That was part of the charm of slow travel, anyway.Some of the best discoveries happened when you stopped searching for them.I was still scrolling through potential destinations when my phone rang.The caller ID displayed Isabel's name.The moment I answered, her excited voice burst through the speaker."Have you heard?" She didn't even bother with a greeting. "Josh got shipped off abroad. Further e
HELENEUpon stepping inside, the conversation came to an immediate halt.Two pairs of eyes turned toward us.The moment Mom's gaze landed on me, a smile spread across her face. She rose gracefully from her seat and walked over."You're here," she said warmly, taking my hands into hers. "I heard the
HELENEAll these years, I had convinced myself so thoroughly that even I came to believe I truly wasn’t upset about the engagement switch.That at most, I had merely felt irritated at being treated like a disposable tool.But was that really true?Was I truly that indifferent?That detached?Of cou
LUCIENAfter returning from The Meridian, I wheeled myself into my bedroom and stopped in the middle of the room. For a long moment, I simply sat there.Then I turned and headed toward the bathroom.Inside, the layout was nearly identical to the one at the estate, every fixture positioned for acce
HELENEThe answer wasn't difficult to arrive at.It was for her son.Of course it was.Was I disappointed?A little.Surprised? No.If anything, the realization made me feel lighter.Knowing where someone's kindness came from made it easier to accept without reading too much into it.My silence must







