ログインChapter 22He heard footsteps on the main staircase—lighter than the staff's, more hesitant. He glanced at Damien and saw him straighten almost imperceptibly, the working expression replaced by the slightly softer mask of the attentive husband.A minute later, Sadie appeared in the kitchen doorway.She was dressed simply—loose clothing that accommodated her bandaged side, her auburn hair pulled back without its usual careful styling. She looked tired, Derek thought. Genuinely tired, not the performed exhaustion of a woman maintaining an act. There were shadows under her green eyes that suggested her night had been as unrestful as theirs, and she moved carefully, one hand resting against the door frame for a moment before she pushed off from it."Good morning," she said, her eyes moving between them both. "I didn't know anyone else would be up yet.""My legs tend to wake me early," Damien said, and there was something so matter-of-fact in the way he said it—no self-pity, no invitation
Chapter 21Derek intended to be a fly on the wall for that meeting in whatever form he could manage.He was finishing the last of his coffee when he heard movement in the corridor outside the kitchen, and then the familiar sound of a wheelchair on the smooth floor. He turned as Damien appeared in the doorway, already dressed, his face carrying the particular expression of someone who had slept very little but was refusing to acknowledge it."You're up early," Derek said, the same thing he had said to his mother, though the tone was considerably different."So are you." Damien wheeled himself to the counter, reaching for the coffee pot with the practiced efficiency of someone long accustomed to managing a kitchen at wheelchair height. "Did you sleep?""Enough. You?""Enough." The same answer, carrying the same amount of actual information, which was none.They stood in companionable silence for a moment, both drinking coffee and looking at nothing in particular. This was one of the thi
Chapter 20And so he had made his own calculation. He had stayed close to Marcus's world by staying close to Damien, which kept him positioned to know things, to watch things, to be ready. He had bitten his tongue at social events when Marcus made comments designed to land like small wounds. He had kept his mother's secrets the way she kept his, and they had arrived at a kind of unspoken agreement—she would tell him enough to know she was managing, and he would trust her to tell him if it ever became something she could not manage alone.He did not entirely trust the agreement."Theo and Sam," he said, steering the conversation deliberately. "How are they doing?"The change in her voice was immediate and genuine. The careful tone dropped away and something warmer took its place. "Theo got a distinction on his history essay. He's been absolutely unbearable about it, which is frankly wonderful. Sam is playing football again. His knee held up all through last week's match.""That's good.
Chapter 19The sun had barely cleared the horizon when Derek's phone buzzed against the nightstand, its screen casting a pale blue glow across the ceiling of the small guest suite he occupied on the third floor of the Cross estate.He was already awake. He had barely slept.His mind had been cycling through the events of the past forty-eight hours on a relentless loop—the wedding, the blade, the blood, Damien's pale face as he held his unconscious bride in the cathedral, and then the parking garage. Always the parking garage. Gwen Hartley's voice curling through the concrete shadows like smoke, laying out her plan with the casual confidence of someone who had never once considered she might be caught.Derek had wanted to get out of that car and make them both very sorry for what they had said. He had wanted it so badly that his hands had trembled on the steering wheel.Instead, he had driven Damien home and listened to a plan he still wasn't entirely sure he agreed with.He picked up
Chapter 18By the time Damien had finally confronted Derek about his supposed manipulations, their friendship had been damaged beyond repair. Derek had been hurt and confused by accusations he didn't understand, while Damien had been too proud and too convinced of Marcus's supposed friendship to see the truth. Their estrangement had made it easy for Marcus to execute his final betrayal—Damien isolated, Derek kept at arm's length, neither of them able to warn the other when danger came calling.This time would be different. This time, Damien would cling to Derek's loyalty like a lifeline, would ignore any attempts Marcus made to drive them apart. Because he knew now what he hadn't known then: Derek's devotion was genuine, while Marcus's friendship had been nothing but an elaborate con designed to position himself for maximum destruction.The connecting door to the Rose Suite remained closed, but Damien found himself staring at it anyway, wondering what Sadie was doing on the other side
Chapter 17He couldn't tell Derek about the previous timeline. His friend would think he had lost his mind, probably try to have him committed for psychiatric evaluation. But he could use the knowledge that timeline had given him to keep them both alive this time around."Call it paranoia," Damien said lightly. "Or call it learning from experience. People who are willing to commit fraud for money aren't usually squeamish about escalating if they feel threatened. If Sadie realizes we're onto her, if Marcus and Gwen decide we're too dangerous to leave loose... I want to make sure we're prepared for any eventuality."Derek studied him for a long moment, his sharp eyes searching Damien's face for something. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll follow her tomorrow, document everything, pull whatever records I can access. But Damien, if at any point this starts to feel like we're in actual danger—not just financial danger but physical danger—I'm pulling the plug. I'll drag you out of t
Chapter 11The discharge papers felt like a passport to a new life in Sadie's hands as she signed each form with careful deliberation. Her side still ached with every breath, the stitches pulling uncomfortably whenever she moved too quickly, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the overwhe
Chapter 13"The connecting door leads to Damien's suite," Helena explained, gesturing to an ornate door on the far wall. "We thought it would be easier for you both to maintain some independence during your recovery while still being close enough to help each other if needed.""It's perfect," Sadie
Chapter 9Those eyes found Damien's the moment he entered, and he watched as her face transformed—brightening with what looked like genuine relief and joy."Damien," she breathed, and the raw emotion in her voice would have convinced anyone who didn't know better that she was genuinely happy to see
Chapter 12In her previous life, Sadie had discovered too late that Gwen had been systematically stealing company secrets and feeding them to Marcus, who had used the information to orchestrate a hostile takeover that bankrupted Blake Industries completely. By the time Sadie realized what was happe







