Masuk(BLAKE POV)Olivia's missed call was still on my screen when I got to the office.i intentionally ignored taking the calls.I put the phone face down on the desk and sat down.The full security report was already open. I had read it three times through the night. There was nothing left to read — just me and what I now knew and nowhere left to put it.Aria Collins,six years monthly transfers from my father's private discretionary fund into a Cayman Islands shell company. The amounts identical every month. The kind of consistency that only meant one thing.She was never a guest.She was never a family friend running from an abusive ex-husband.She was employed.I sat with that for a long time.I pulled her file after.The timeline of her return. The abuse story. The London newspaper plant I had arranged myself, thinking it was my idea. Thinking I was protecting her. Thinking the whole thing had started with me reaching out to her.I found the date of Alexander's first payment.Four years
Chapter 33: Meeting Nathaniel (OLIVIA POV)I bought him three things.The book he'd been asking about before everything fell apart. A set of good drawing pencils. And a chocolate bar. The kind he hid under his pillow thinking I never noticed.I packed them in my bag and prepared for work.---"This isn't what I assigned you."My supervisor was standing at my desk looking at my screen."You assigned me the social media calendar," I said. "I finished that yesterday. What's on the screen is the campaign strategy behind it. The calendar doesn't work without it."She read it properly. Not a quick glance. Actually read it."I'll review this later," she said.She walked away.Clara at the next desk leaned slightly toward me. "She's already reading it on her phone," she said quietly."I know," I said.I turned back to my screen.Six years of putting my name on nothing. Six years of work going out under someone else's signature. This document had my name at the top. Nobody else's.I smiled an
(LUCIANO POV)Madam Chen opened the door before I knocked.She looked at me, Stepped back. Let me in without a word.The house was still quiet,noo movement upstairs. No sound from the kitchen. Just the early morning quiet of a house everyone is still asleep.She led me down the hallway. Opened the study door. Set the tea tray on the table. Walked out and pulled the door behind her.---Alexander was already in his chair.He smiled when he set his eyes on me. Six weeks when last I saw him had done something I wasn't prepared for. His hands on the armrests sat too deliberately. His jaw carried less than it used to. His color is different.His eyes were the same.Everything else had changed.I sat down across from him and said nothing.He looked at me for a moment."You came early," he said."You said early.""I did." He reached for his tea slowly. "How much do you know?""Enough to be here," I said. "Not enough to stop being concerned.""About the company or about me?""Both."He set t
(LUCIANO POV)"Counter file today," I said. "By noon."My lawyer looked up from Blake's secondary filing. "You've read it already."“Yes last night”“ I sat across from him. "Walk me through their argument."He opened the folder. "They're classifying your relationship with Olivia Bennett as a material conflict of interest. Romantic involvement that compromises your position relative to Sterling Global. They want you barred from certain board proceedings until the custody matter resolves.""Blake filed a custody petition naming me as a conflict of interest," I said. "Then used that same petition to try removing me from the board before the inheritance clause activates." I looked at him. "He's not fighting two battles. He's trying to win one with the other.""It's not a weak argument legally.""It doesn't need to be weak. It needs to be wrong." I leaned forward. "The deposition transcripts are public record. You know every Olivia's labor has been documented and timestamped. She was Ste
BLAKE POVMy phone buzzed at midnight.She was still asleep..I watched her for a moment. Then I picked up my phone and slipped out and went to my home bar. I sat down and opened the report.Cayman Islands account. Shell company. Six years of monthly deposits coming in from a Sterling family discretionary fund.My father's fund.I scrolled down The same account had outgoing transfers. Eighteen months of payments going to a name I didn't recognize. The security chief had flagged it ,and it required further investigation.I picked up my phone and called him.He answered immediately."The outgoing transfers," I said quietly. "The name on the receiving end. How far back does the relationship go?""We're still tracing sir. What we have suggests the payments have been going on for a long time but we don't know the exact length yet. The amounts are irregular but the intervals suggest a pattern. Not random.""Meaning someone is being paid for what we don't know.""That's one reading, yes.""W
BLAKE POVHe told me to stop making a scene.I read that line again. I was on the balcony.The transcript was open In my tablet.A drink on the railing I hadn't have the appetite to touch since I poured it an hour ago.The city was doing what it always did, everybody busy with there lives.I kept reading.Our son had a hundred and four degree fever. I had spent six hours alone under hospital lights calling him repeatedly. He walked in with another woman and told me to stop making a scene.I put the tablet face down on the table.Picked up the drink and put it back down---The balcony door opened behind me.I didn't turn around.Aria's hand tapped my shoulder. She came and stood beside me and looked at the streets for a moment without saying anything."You've been out here for two hours.""I know.""Come inside Blake.""I'm fine.""You're not." She touched my arm. "Come inside. I'll make something for you"I kept Looking at the direction my eye was fixed."Olivia was good," I said."Sh







