MasukLeon’s POV Nickie left a mug on my desk. Not on the coaster. Not on the side table designed specifically for beverages. On my actual desk, directly on the wood, leaving a perfect ring shaped stain on a surface that cost fourteen thousand dollars. I stared at it for a full minute. Then I moved it to the coaster and went back to work because I had bigger problems than a mug ring and I needed to remember that. The Hartwell dinner was in two days and Marcus Vance had already called twice this morning. Not about the merger. About my mother. Apparently she had hosted a small lunch yesterday with three board members and their wives and the lunch had nothing to do with food and everything to do with planting doubt about the sudden and undocumented nature of my marriage. I knew this because Miss Thorne had a contact at the restaurant. I also knew that my mother had already contacted two journalists and a society blogger who had been writing about my family for fifteen years. She was mov
Chapter 7Nickie’s POVI packed in forty minutes.That was the most humbling part of the whole thing. Three years of my adult life in this city and everything I owned fit into three boxes and a duffel bag with a broken zipper on the front pocket.I sat on the edge of my bed and looked around the apartment one last time. The water stain on the ceiling I had named Gerald. The window that only opened halfway. The kitchen counter that wasn’t big enough to chop anything wider than a carrot.I had loved this place. It was mine. Completely and only mine.The last thing I picked up was a photo from my bedside table. Me and my dad three summers ago at Coney Island. He had ice cream on his nose and I was laughing so hard my eyes were closed. We had gotten lost three times that day and he had insisted every single time that he knew exactly where he was going.I wrapped it in a sweater and put it in the box.Then I called a cab because Leon had offered to send a car and I had said no thank you be
Nickie’s POVNobody moved.Not the board members. Not the assistant who had followed Victoria in. Not even Victoria herself, which told me everything I needed to know about how rarely her son spoke to her like that.Say that again.Two words. But the way Leon said them made the whole room feel smaller.Victoria Knight recovered fast. I had to give her that. She blinked once, straightened her spine, and looked at her son with the expression of a woman who had never once in her life been told no and did not intend to start accepting it now.“Regaleon,” she said, her voice dropping to something quieter and somehow sharper. “Step aside. I am trying to save you from a very embarrassing mistake.”“You called my fiancée a house rag in front of my board,” Leon said. Still quiet. Still not moving. “Try again.”“I called her what she is,” Victoria said. The venom was back, clean and unhurried. “A girl who crawled in off the street and latched onto the first rich man she could find. I have seen
Nickie’s POVThe dress Leon had picked for me was cream colored and fitted and probably cost more than three months of my old rent. I stood in front of the mirror and barely recognized myself. I looked calm. Expensive. Put together.I was none of those things.The smile was the one I had practiced. The ring was the ten carat one that still felt wrong on my hand. And I was about to walk into a room full of people whose job was basically to find out if I was lying.I was absolutely lying.Leon was waiting when I came out. He looked at me once, the way he looked at everything, quickly and completely, and then he offered his arm and we walked to the boardroom together.The same room where I had thrown my rejection letter two days ago.Same table. Same view. Different version of me standing at the door.Five people were already seated. They all looked up when we walked in and not one of them smiled. These were the people who decided things. You could feel it just standing near them.Leon p
Nickie’s POVWhen Leon told me the board was meeting me tomorrow morning my stomach dropped straight through the floor.The cold fear from signing the contract turned into something worse. Something shaky and loud and very hard to breathe through.The next few hours were the closest thing to torture I had ever experienced. Not physical torture. The kind where someone watches you walk across a room and sighs.“Stop walking like you’re rushing to return library books,” Leon said from across the living room. He wasn’t pacing. He was just standing there, completely still, watching me like I was a problem he was trying to solve. “You are my fiancée. Walk like the floor belongs to you.”I tried again.“I’m wearing shoes that cost more than my rent, Leon. It’s hard to look like I own anything when I’m scared of scuffing the marble.”He made a sound that was not quite a sigh and not quite a groan.“It’s in your head. Control your head and the rest follows. And smile. Like you are actually hap
Leon Knight’s POVThe contract was signed.The girl with the death wish and the desperate eyes was now bound to me by twelve pages of navy leather and her own signature.She got what she came for. I got what I needed. A clean reason on paper for the next six months of financial moves that were going to look very suspicious to very dangerous people.Simple. Neat. Done.I had Miss Thorne handle the security reports before we even reached the elevator. Whatever Nickie had done to get past the lobby was going to be filed away as a classified isolated incident and never spoken of again. Reputation first. Always.The elevator ride up to the penthouse was quiet. Nickie stood straight with her eyes fixed on the steel doors like she was waiting for something to jump out of them. I watched her reflection. She was small. But the anger was still there under everything, sitting low and quiet, waiting.I was fairly sure she was calculating the price of my briefcase.The penthouse doors opened and s







