LOGINI stand there. The driver opens her door. She gets in. She doesn’t look back — not once, not even a glance in the window. The car pulls away and the gate closes behind it and I’m standing on my father’s front steps in the dark still holding her divorce papers like an idiot. Then I walk to my car,
Sebastian She looks even more beautiful. That’s the first thing my brain decides to focus on while she’s walking away from my father’s house after blowing up dinner in front of everyone. Completely the wrong thing. She moves fast down the stone steps, heels sharp against the pavement, back strai
He paused. “The Montclair family has maintained ties with the Caldwells for generations. They are acting as intermediaries in the negotiation.” I knew where this was going before he said the next sentence. “For the acquisition to succeed, the Hawthorne and Montclair families must appear public
Marisol turned without waiting for a response and started toward the dining room. I followed a step behind her. Sebastian walked beside me but not close enough to touch. That felt deliberate. Everything with him usually was. “You must be starving,” Marisol said over her shoulder. “The chef made
Fine. Not you’re not serious. Not the usual cold flat dismissal I’d had ready to push back against. Not the arrogant certainty that I’d fold if he just waited long enough. Just — fine. I didn’t know what to do with that word from him so I looked back out my own window. He looked tired. I notice
Most of my city clothes were still hanging exactly where I’d left them. Formal dresses in neutral colors. The kind of things that photographed well next to Sebastian. I pulled one out, changed and looked at myself in the mirror. For a second it felt like looking at a version of me that didn’t li







