Se connecterEvelyn POVThe elevator doors opened to the twenty-third floor of Bennett Holdings, and the familiar scent of polished wood and fresh coffee hit me like a memory I hadn't known I'd missed.It had only been a few days since I'd last been here, but it felt longer. Everything felt longer these days, the hours stretched, the silences grew wider, and the weight of the judge's ruling sat on my shoulders like a coat I couldn't take off.I walked through the corridor toward my office, nodding to the staff who greeted me with cautious smiles and soft "good mornings" that carried a little more warmth than usual. Word had gotten around. It always did in this building. Bennett Holdings was a real estate empire, but it ran on gossip the way most companies ran on coffee.My office, the corner suite on the twenty-third floor with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Crescent Harbour skyline, was exactly as I'd left it. My laptop sat open on the desk, a stack of contracts waited in the tray, and
Gabriel POVThomas nodded rapidly, already sliding the listing aside. "Of course, of course. I thought you might say that." He tapped the second photo — a sprawling estate set back from the road, surrounded by dense trees. "This one's in Thornfield. Old money neighbourhood. The property sits on three acres, completely wooded perimeter. No direct sightlines from any neighbouring property or road. Former diplomat's residence — it already has a panic room and a secondary exit tunnel that leads to a service road half a mile south."I studied the layout. Thornfield was solid — quiet, private, defensible. But it was on the opposite side of the city from where I needed to be."Where's Evelyn Bennett's residence?" I asked.Thomas blinked. Then he blinked again. To his credit, the surprise lasted less than two seconds before professionalism smoothed it over."Miss Bennett lives in the Wrenfield district, Mr. Ross. Hartley Lane, specifically. It's a quieter residential area — upper-middle-class
Gabriel POVI looked at him — this man who shared my blood, who'd been erased by the same father I'd spent years trying to live up to, who'd burned my empire to the ground with patience and precision I couldn't help but respect, even as I despised him for it.I took one step forward. Then another. Until I was close enough to see the faint tremor in his hand that he was trying very hard to hide."I'm not going to kill you tonight, Rowan," I said quietly. "Not because you don't deserve it. But because killing you now would be an act of mercy, and you haven't earned that from me."The faint smile on his face faltered."But hear me clearly." I leaned in until my mouth was inches from his ear. "Whatever fraternal sentiment existed between us ended the moment you put Evelyn Bennett in danger. The next time I see your face — in this city, in any city, anywhere on this earth — we will not be having a conversation."I pulled back and met his eyes. He held my gaze, but the arrogance from earlier
Gabriel POVThe address Marcus Volkov had given me led to a warehouse on the eastern edge of Crescent Harbour's industrial district.My men had found Rowan in under twelve hours. That alone told me everything I needed to know. He wasn't hiding. He was waiting.A man who runs is afraid. A man who waits thinks he's already won.I stepped out of the car and adjusted my cuffs. Two of my men flanked me — Leo and Dante — both armed, both silent. They knew the drill. No one spoke unless I spoke first. No one moved unless I moved first.I had them come in from Bangria a few hours ago; no matter how foolish I am, facing Rowan alone would be suicidal. The warehouse door was already open. A single fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. Crates and pallets lined the walls, and in the centre of the open floor, seated on a metal folding chair with his legs crossed like he was waiting for a dinner reservation, was Rowan Brice.He looked like me. That was the t
Evelyn POVVincent appeared in the doorway with an easy smile that almost — almost — hid the tension behind his eyes."Sorry about that," he said, crossing to me. "Building management. Something about a water pipe on the floor below. Absolutely riveting stuff."A water pipe. At this hour. With a man carrying a tablet and talking about Porto Vecchio."Must have been serious if it took that long," I said lightly."You know how building managers are. Give them an audience, and they'll talk for an hour." He stopped in front of the chair, looking down at me with that warm, slightly lopsided smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Now — where were we?"He extended his hand to me.I looked up at him — this man who'd just learned someone was stealing millions from his company and had walked back in here wearing a smile so I wouldn't worry. My chest ached with something I couldn't quite name. It w
Evelyn POVVincent set me on my feet with a look that promised murder toward whoever was on the other side of that door, then crossed the room, buttoning his shirt as he went.I sank into the warm chair he'd just left, my pulse still hammering, my lips still tingling. The air felt cold without him. I pressed my fingers to my mouth, trying to gather whatever scraps of composure I had left, and listened.The front door opened, and I heard a male voice. It sounded urgent, but apologetic cut through the quiet of the apartment."Mr Hayes, I'm so sorry to bother you this late. I tried calling, but your phone was off, and this couldn't wait until morning.""Cyril." Vincent's voice had already shifted, the warmth stripped out, replaced by the clipped tone of a businessman. "What happened?""It's the Seravino shipment, sir. The one scheduled for Tuesday."A pause. Then Vincent: "What about it?""It's gone."Silence.I sat up straighter in the chair, my curiosity sharpening. I knew pieces of Vi
Evelyn POVI walked into my office like a ghost, moving without purpose or direction. I didn’t really know how my feet were moving.The hallway felt longer than usual. It was quieter, every sound was muted, as if the building itself had decided to hold its breath.When I reached my office, I didn’t
Evelyn POVTwo weeks later.Two weeks of lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that everything would somehow work out. Two weeks of ignoring Vincent's calls, his texts, his attempts to see me. Two weeks of pretending that the world hadn't shifted on its axis and left me
Evelyn POV“Let’s begin with the data,” he said. “We’ll start with stock volatility.”A chart lit up behind him, showing peaks and dips over the past six weeks.Gerald leaned forward, folding his hands.“Miss Bennett, since the announcement of your leadership transition, the company’s stock has sho
Evelyn POVI went back into my office and sat down again, feeling more miserable than I had moments before.I'd lost my company. And now I was losing Grace.The door opened again without a knock.Adrian stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He was still wearing his suit jacket, looki







