LOGINMorana’s POVLance was waiting in the hallway outside the boardroom like he’d been standing there the entire time we were in the meeting. Probably he has because he’d been trying to figure out his next move while listening to his entire operation collapse through the conference room door.He smiled at me with all his teeth and pulled me into a hug before I could step back. It was supposed to be thr kind of hug that was supposed to look familial and warm but just felt suffocating.“I missed you” he said into my hair. “I was hurt you didn’t call. Not once in five years. I thought we were family.”“We’re not anymore..” I said and made sure my voice came out flat and cold and he pulled back like I’d physically hit him. “We share a stepmother. That’s it.”“Morana come on. I was just trying to keep the company stable while you were -”“While I was what?” I stepped out of his grip completely. “While I was disappearing into a life that wasn’t mine? While I was slowly dying and nobody in this
Tristan’s POVI was reviewing quarterly projections when Reid walked in with his expression already telling me something was wrong. He set a phone down on my desk face up and I saw the picture before he said anything.Xavier and Beth having lunch at some upscale restaurant in Manhattan. Beth looked uncomfortable. Her body language was closed off and she was barely touching her food but she wasn’t terrified either. She was just sitting there looking like someone who’d agreed to something she regretted.There was message attached to the image. As though Xavier was just making conversation instead of trying to leverage my sister into some kind of business negotiation.Xavier Lancaster: Your sister and I had an interesting lunch. I think we could work very well together given our complementary skill sets. I’d love to discuss a partnership opportunity. Call me.I stared at the message for a long moment and felt something cold settle into my chest. It is the understanding that Xavier had j
Morana’s POV“This is my husband, Tristan Rothschild” I said and watched the color literally drain from their faces.Tristan didn’t stand up. He just turned his head slightly and looked at each of them in turn with the kind of expression that suggested he was calculating exactly how much they were worth and whether it was worth his time to remember their names.Gerald was the first one to react. His hand went to his collar like he suddenly couldn’t breathe properly. Richard’s jaw actually dropped. The other men shifted in their chairs like they were suddenly uncomfortable in spaces they’d probably occupied for decades.“Rothschild” one of them said. His voice came out smaller than it had been a moment ago. “As in Rothschild Pharmaceuticals?”“The same” Tristan said his voice like ice. The kind of cold that made you understand why people feared him. “I’m aware that you’re all trying to determine whether my presence here is a threat or an asset. Let me clarify. I’m here because my wife
Morana’s POVThe lobby of Mortaine Patent went completely silent when I walked in. I could feel the shift in the air and I love the taste of it. The security guards recognizing my face from old photos probably. The receptionists doing double takes. The people waiting for meetings stopping mid-conversation to stare.I was wearing all black tailored Tom Ford blazer that fit like it had been made specifically for my body. Black pants that had a sharp crease down the front. Black heels that clicked against the marble floor loud enough to announce my presence before anyone even saw my face.The Mortaine logo was embroidered on my blazer. It was a statement that I wasn’t here to apologize or explain. I was here to claim what was mine.Tristan walked beside me but slightly behind. Nobody was looking at him even though he was probably the more powerful person in this building right now. They were all looking at me like they were trying to understand how someone they’d written off five years
Morana’s POVThe garment bags were spread across the entire bedroom like some kind of designer explosion. Each one is more expensive than my entire wardrobe from five years ago combined. I pulled them open one by one and tried on pieces because today I needed to look like someone the board couldn’t dismiss.But underneath the shopping was a different kind of thought running through my head. Things I needed to do and the ones I abandoned when I became Morana Greene and pretended that version of me could just disappear.A new wardrobe obviously. The stuff in these bags was a start but it wasn’t enough. I needed pieces that felt like armor and pieces that felt like me and knowing the difference was going to take time.I also want a house of my own. Maybe I’d renovate my father’s mansion eventually. There were memories there that were worth keeping. Right now I just needed space that was separate where I could breathe without performing.Then I have to reconnect with my friends. The one
Morana’s POVTristan was asleep on his side of the bed when I finally lay down. I stayed on my side with my back to him and the tension between us was so thick I could feel it pressing against my skin. I kept my eyes open staring at the city lights and listening to him breathe and understanding that we’d crossed some kind of line that couldn’t be uncrossed.By the time morning came, I’d barely slept. My body was wired and exhausted at the same time. I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and found him already awake on the other side of the bed answering emails on his phone. He wasn’t even looking at me. Just scrolling and typing with his free hand like he’d been awake for hours.I yawned and it came out longer than I expected and he finally glanced over.“Do you ever rest?” I asked.“Billions don’t make themselves” he said dryly and went back to his emails.I thought about what that meant. What it took to build an empire from nothing and maintain it. I used to work like







