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Over My Dead Body, Respectfully
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My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir Over My Dead Body, Respectfully
He gave a polite laugh, not entirely sure if he was allowed to.He slid a thin folder through the document slot in the gate. The paper was thick. A small logo in the upper corner was printed in matte black.I opened to the first page.NOTICE OF TEMPORARY SECURITY ACTIVATION AND EXTERIOR PRIVACY LIGHTINGThe address of the mansion below.Today’s date.Activation time: tonight, 7:00 PM.Temporary staff access.Exterior perimeter sweep.Lighting calibration.Camera alignment.Privacy compliance.Noise impact minimal.My eyes moved down to the ownership section.OWNER REPRESENTATIVE: Rowan BlackwoodThe name sounded like the kind of man who showed up at charity galas, bought half the city, then claimed he hated attention while possessing aggressively sharp cheekbones.Below it was the entity name.BELLADONNA COASTAL TRUST.“Who’s Rowan Blackwood?” I asked without looking up.Elliot immediately looked pleased to finally have something he was allowed to talk about. “Mr. Blackwood is the pri
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I let out a small, humorless laugh.On the couch, Max shifted.I immediately looked over.He only mumbled something, probably still about the basket tent or his constitutional right to cookies, then went back to sleep. Gabriella didn’t move at all. That woman could sleep through a fire alarm if Max was the one who set it off.“I hate men who learn corporate law,” I whispered.“Rafael didn’t learn it. He hires people who chew up corporate law for breakfast.”“That is significantly worse.”“Yeah.”I walked slowly toward the island, set down the dish towel, then picked up a glass of water. My hands moved too neatly. Lift the glass. Drink. Put it back exactly on the coaster, because apparently my nervous system still believed symmetry could save my life.“Did he mention Max?” I asked.“No.”I waited.“He didn’t mention your son because he doesn’t know his name yet.”Good.Bad.Every word felt wrong.“But?” I asked.“I can feel where he’s going with this.”I stared at the phone like Athena
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Athena: [He asked for the Aster House incorporation records.]I stared at my phone screen long enough for the white glow to start feeling harsh against my eyes.Outside the window, the mansion down the hill still stood there with its gates half open, people gathered near the stone pillars, a white car parked at the curb, and that dark metallic Range Rover sitting far too calmly for something that made every cell in my body want to call a lawyer, a priest, and possibly someone with professional experience destroying servers.Inside the house, Max was still asleep on the couch in a position that could only be described as complete physical surrender after defeating sugar, Abuela, and the concept of brushing his teeth. One cheek was pressed into the cushion, his hand curled around the edge of his blanket, his black bangs falling messily over his forehead.On the other couch, Gabriella was still completely knocked out too, one leg almost outside the blanket, her phone facedown on her ches
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Papa was still watching me.I picked up the kitchen towel and started wiping a little flour off the counter, mostly so my hands had something to do that didn’t involve accepting my father’s attention. Papa never interrogated.Mama came in like a tiny police siren, loud, loving, every light flashing. Papa was more like a door left open, quietly offering a way out.“Sasha,” he said softly, while Max was busy blowing on a cookie he still wasn’t allowed to eat and Mama was busy commenting that there weren’t enough chocolate chips on the left side. “Is the Malibu project okay?”My hand stopped over the flour for a fraction of a second.Brief enough for Max to miss.Not brief enough for Papa.I started wiping again. “The Malibu project is like every rich-people project. The contractor is still stupid, the ocean is still expensive, and Noelle is still trying to make her mother happy through pocket doors.”Mama immediately narrowed her eyes at the screen.Damn it.I knew that look. The same l
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Max stared at all three of us.“No,” I repeated, because apparently three adults saying no in perfect unison still wasn’t enough to crush one person’s laundry-basket dreams.Max grabbed the hem of his white T-shirt, his little bottom lip pushing out slightly. His black fringe fell almost over his eyebrows, making his blue eyes look bigger, more wounded, more prepared to sue all of us in family court.“Family not supportive,” he said again, this time quieter and somehow more dangerous.Then he dropped to the rug.Not actually dropped, obviously. Max never wasted good drama on unnecessary injury. He went down on one knee first, then an elbow, then lowered his chubby little body onto his side like a tiny actor who had just lost his inheritance and had still been asked to behave in front of the photographers. He placed one hand over his forehead. One leg moved weakly.Very theatrical. Very unconvincing. Very Maxime.Papa leaned closer to the camera, studying his grandson on the floor with
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Mama narrowed her eyes at the screen. “You still haven’t changed out of your work clothes?”I looked down at my black T-shirt and linen pants that I’d changed into ten minutes ago. “I already changed.”“You still have your meeting face.”“My face is expensive.”“That’s not an answer.”“That’s an answer I pay for with skincare.”Max carried the iPad over to the sofa, then sat cross-legged on the rug right in front of the coffee table. “Abuela, I ate carrots.”Mama immediately pressed a hand to her chest. “¡Ay, qué milagro!”Papa clapped softly. “How many?”Max held up three fingers.I leaned against the island. “One.”Max turned sharply. “Mami, that’s confidential.”Mama laughed loudly. “He’s like Noah when he was little. Always telling half the truth with an angel face.”“Excuse me,” I said. “Noah still does that.”Papa nodded slowly. “A little.”Mama pointed at Papa without looking at him. “Don’t defend your son. Last week Noah said he ‘might have’ forgotten his own kid’s birthday pa
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After lunch, I moved my laptop and iPad into the living room. I cracked the glass door open so the sea breeze could slip in. I sat on the sofa with my MacBook on my lap, my iPad on the table, Apple Pencil in hand, my hair twisted messily on top of my head. On the screen, the Malibu floor plan stared
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By ten twelve, I had already left Aster House with my laptop still warm in my bag, one unfinished contractor call in my ear, and Nina’s last text message sitting on my screen:[If the tile vendor calls again, I’m faking my own death.]I replied with one hand at a red light.[Do it after lunch. We ha
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