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27: Thirty Seconds
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2026-08-12 16:20:12
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My Husband’s Secret Empire 40: The Terms
"Whatever I agree to tonight has to guarantee her safety completely," Nathaniel said, voice hard despite the desperation still visible underneath. "Not just tonight, Permanently. If I so much as suspect you've gone back on this—" "You'll do what, exactly?" Vale's smile was thin. "Chase me across another continent, the way you've chased every other name in this network? I'm afraid you'll find I'm considerably more careful than Elliot or Julian ever managed to be."Wren stood silent beside Nathaniel, mind racing, old instinct screaming that something about this entire negotiation felt wrong in a way she couldn't yet fully articulate. Vale wanted them to believe he was cornered, desperate enough to trade everything for simple disappearance. But men who survived forty years at the center of exactly this kind of operation didn't panic easily, didn't offer surrender this readily, not without an angle Wren was still missing. "I want to speak to Delia," she said suddenly. "Directly, before
My Husband’s Secret Empire 39: Delia
Nathaniel's face drained of color entirely. "What have you done." "Nothing yet," Vale said, his voice maddeningly calm. "But I've spent forty years understanding that leverage only matters if it's real, Mr. Cross, and I made certain of that the moment my people confirmed you'd left the country. Your sister has been under discreet observation since the day you flew to Vienna." "Call them off." Nathaniel's voice had gone dangerously quiet, the kind of stillness Wren had learned meant he was one wrong word away from losing every ounce of careful control he usually maintained. "Whatever you want from me, call them off first." "I intend to," Vale said. "The moment I have your word, both of yours that whatever happens tonight ends here. No further investigation. No evidence handed to authorities. My freedom, in exchange for your sister's safety and everything I know about this network." Wren felt old fury and old fear tangle together, the same combination that had carried her through ev
My Husband’s Secret Empire 38: Somewhere Private
Vale led them through a discreet side door, away from the main hall's warm glow and murmured conversation, into a narrow corridor lined with private viewing rooms reserved for the auction house's most valued clients. "Wren." Nathaniel's voice came low, barely a breath, his hand tightening briefly around hers as they walked. "Whatever happens in there, follow my lead." "I have a lead of my own," she murmured back, old instinct steady despite the fear coiled tight beneath her composure. "We came here for information. We're going to get it."Vale opened the final door himself, gesturing them into a small, elegant room lined with private collections …no windows, Wren noted immediately, only a single door back the way they'd come, and the particular stillness of a room built for conversations no one else was meant to overhear. "I'll admit," Vale said, settling into a chair with the same unhurried composure he'd maintained throughout their entire encounter, "I'm impressed. Vivian's spent
My Husband’s Secret Empire 37: The Auction House
The auction house occupied a converted palace on the edge of Vienna's historic district, all gilded ceilings and centuries-old marble, the kind of quiet, understated opulence that made Wren understand immediately why men like Cassius Vale had chosen this world to hide inside for so long."Remember," Imogen's voice came low through the discreet earpiece hidden beneath Wren's hair, steady despite the tension of the past three weeks. "Observe, gather what you can, and leave before midnight. We can't risk a direct confrontation on his territory, not without more backup than we currently have inside.""Understood," Wren murmured, adjusting the elegant, unfamiliar dress Vivian's contacts had provided, old nerves settling into the same careful, focused calm she'd learned to summon before every previous confrontation.Nathaniel's hand found the small of her back as they moved through the crowded main hall, his own composure carefully arranged into the relaxed confidence of a wealthy investor
My Husband’s Secret Empire 36: Preparations
Vienna felt like a different world entirely — cobblestone streets and centuries-old architecture that made the glass towers of home feel almost crude by comparison, every corner steeped in an old-world elegance that Wren imagined would have been beautiful under any other circumstances. "The auction house has a strict guest list," Imogen said, spreading a set of documents across the hotel suite's table, her tone all business despite the tension of the past three weeks of preparation. "Vivian's contact got us an invitation, but it's under scrutiny. We can't simply walk in as ourselves — Cassius Vale would recognize the Cross name instantly, and recognize exactly what it means that you're both there." "Cover identities, then," Nathaniel said. "Same as Julian's building." "More careful, this time." Imogen's expression tightened. "Vale's survived forty years precisely because he never underestimates anyone. We need identities with actual history behind them — verifiable, if someone deci
My Husband’s Secret Empire 35: The Man Vivian Fears
"Who?" Nathaniel asked, leaning forward, urgency sharpening every word. "Who are you talking about, Vivian?" Vivian's hands twisted together in her lap, old fear surfacing behind decades of careful composure. "His name is Cassius Vale. He was my father's silent partner, before Elliot Voss ever entered the picture, the man who actually provided the initial capital that funded Meridian Holdings, using my father as a convenient, expendable face for an operation Cassius never wanted his own name attached to." "Vale," Wren repeated slowly, old instinct sharpening despite the fatigue of travel and revelation stacking on top of each other. "I've never heard that name in any of this." "You wouldn't have. He's spent forty years making certain no one ever hears it, in any context that matters." Vivian's voice had gone unsteady, fear bleeding through the careful control she'd maintained since they'd arrived. "Elliot Voss was never the architect of any of this. He was Cassius's protégé, gr
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