FAZER LOGINCATHERINEMy eyes snapped open. I gasped, a sharp, ragged pull of air tearing into my lungs like I'd been drowning, my whole body jerking upright in the chair so violently that pain lanced through my neck. My hands flew to my chest, heart slamming so hard against my ribs I could feel it hammering in my throat, ears, and the tips of my fingers still clutching at nothing.I exhaled in one long shuddering breath, the dark silent room slowly resolving back into itself around me piece by piece, the familiar scent of Jasmine's old furniture and cold tea still hanging heavy in the air.The photograph of young Dominic lay crumpled in my fist where I must have clutched it tight in my sleep, protecting it even unconscious. I uncurled my fingers slowly, smoothing the creases with a hand that still hadn't stopped shaking, as if flattening the paper could somehow flatten the panic rising inside me.“Find me. Before they do.”“The dream's last words clung to me even now”. I sat very still in the da
DOMINIC POV The dropped call still echoed in my ears an hour later, but replaying it wouldn't bring her back to the line. I needed something solid, something that didn't depend on luck.I sat with my laptop open on the hotel desk, the folder Marcus had built over the last week spread across the screen, and made myself think like the man who'd built an empire instead of the man who'd just heard his wife's voice for the first time in five years.“She answered an unknown number.” That meant the call had gone through to a phone she carried on her, not a landline buried somewhere in an office. If I could get the carrier data on that call, even just the tower it had pinged before it dropped, I'd have a radius. A place to start that wasn't driving blind through unfamiliar streets.I picked up the phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in years, a contact from my father's old security firm, the kind of man who didn't ask questions if the wire transfer was generous enough."Mr. Moretti." T
CATHERINE POV The gate hung open when I pulled up. Not broken but left wide open, swinging slightly like whoever left last didn't care.I sat in the car for a long moment, my hands still locked around the steering wheel.The house was dark when I went inside, dust was already gathering on the hall table though Jasmine had stood right there two days ago, pressing a kiss to my forehead like nothing in the world was wrong. I moved through rooms that no longer felt like the safe, familiar house I'd trusted for five years. Every photograph on the walls, every soft throw blanket she'd folded over the couch with her own hands, felt suddenly like something staged.I found myself standing in front of the mantel, in front of a framed photo of her and Adrian laughing at some long-ago birthday party, and my chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with fear.I sat down slowly in her favorite chair, my legs finally giving out beneath the weight of everything I didn't understand. The clock on t
DOMINIC POV My father was waiting in my hotel room when I returned, which should have been impossible but yet there he sat in the armchair by the window.His cane propped against his knee now looking older than I'd seen him in years."How did you get in here?""I'm still capable of persuading a hotel manager, Dominic. Don't look so shocked." His eyes moved over me slowly, looking at how bad I am in three days of obsession in a single glance. "You look terrible.""You flew out here instead of answering my questions on the phone.""Some things deserve to be said to your face." He gestured toward the other chair and for once, I sat without arguing. "I owe you the truth about Richard Moretti and a man named Elias Vance."My chest tightened at the name. "Vance. Catherine's father.""Yes." He exhaled slowly, the sound of a man setting down a weight he'd carried far too long. "Elias and I were business partners once. Decades ago, before you were born. We built something together, back when
ADRIAN POV The flight to Chicago felt like running, because it was.I stared out the window at clouds replaying my mother's last words to me that were still echoing louder than the engines. “If Catherine tries to find out, tell her nothing. Whatever happens, protect her from the rest of it even if it costs us everything we've built.*She'd said it like a mother worried for her son. I'd heard it like a woman protecting a business empire that mattered more to her than either of us.I closed my eyes and saw Catherine's face in the garden instead, the moment something in her had finally broken loose from five years of gratitude and giving us unquestioning trust. I'd built my entire adult life around being the man who never let her look at me that way. The man who showed up, who fixed things and never once gave her a reason to doubt that I'd burn the world down before I let anything hurt her.But now, I'd failed. Not because I didn't love her enough to protect her.Because I loved her too
CATHERINE POV The lawyer's office smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, a stark contrast to the storm raging beneath my calm exterior. Patricia Hale had handled Vance Construction Group's contracts since the beginning, a strong willed woman who'd seen enough corporate messes to never look surprised by anything I brought her.She looked surprised now."I've pulled everything back to incorporation," she said, sliding a thick folder across her desk. "Catherine, some of these early transfers don't match anything in our standard filing structure. I need to ask you directly, did you ever review the initial funding sources yourself?""I trusted the people who helped me start it," I admitted, my voice quiet than I intended. "I didn't ask enough questions back then. I was barely surviving, let alone auditing."She nodded slowly, understanding without judgment, and opened the folder to the first flagged page."This," she said, tapping a line of routing numbers, "moved through four different







