LOGINEvelyn POVTwo days to the launch and nothing was going as it should. Our stock was still at 27%. Twenty-seven per cent of Bennett Holdings' stock value gone in under an hour, wiped out by a single article about a woman whose only crime was having a brother she didn't talk about.I pulled into the office parking garage at 6:15. The building was mostly dark, but I could see the lights on the fourteenth floor, and I knew who was sitting up there. I had asked Grace to meet me in the office today. Since the article dropped, she hadn't been to the office, and since her house was practically milling with reporters, thankfully, they didn't know where I was living now. Grace had been sleeping in hotels. I'd called her twice yesterday. She hadn't answered either time.This morning, by chance, she'd picked up, and I asked for a meeting.I took the elevator up alone. The corridor was empty, the only sound the hum of the overhead lights and the faint, muffled rhythm of someone typing behind a
Third-Person POV"Damien," she said, tracing a slow line down his chest with her fingernail. "Can I ask you something?""Hmm.""Do you still have your Bennett Holdings credentials? Your login?"His eyes opened. He turned his head to look at her, and for one second she thought she'd moved too fast, thought the question had landed too soon after the act and he would see through her, would understand that the whiskey and the blouse and the mouth and the bed had all been instruments pointed at this exact moment.But Damien Bennett was not a man who looked for manipulation because Damien Bennett did not believe women were capable of it. That was his mother's lasting gift to him, a blind spot the size of the world."Yeah," he said slowly. "I think so. Nobody ever deactivated them. Why?"Isabella smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Because I think it's time Evelyn Bennett found out what it feels like to lose everything in one night."Damien stared at her. And then, slowly, a smile sp
Third Person POVHe crossed the distance between them in two steps and kissed her again, harder this time, his hands moving over her body with a roughness that bordered on carelessness. He wasn't cruel, exactly, but he wasn't careful either. His fingers gripped where they should have glided. His teeth caught her lower lip hard enough that she tasted copper.Isabella didn't pull away. She filed it. Every detail. Every tell. The way Damien touched a woman told her everything she needed to know about how to keep him.She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. His body was softer than Adrian's, less disciplined, the body of a man who had stopped caring about himself months ago. She ran her hands over his chest and watched him shiver, watched the hunger on his face sharpen into something almost painful."Sit down," she murmured, pressing him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he sat.She knelt between his legs. Slowly and deliberately. She looked up at
Third Person POVDamien's eyes lingered on the open buttons of her blouse a beat too long before he dragged them back to her face. He wasn't subtle about it. He had never been subtle about anything in his life, and that was precisely what made him useful."Right now?" He scratched the back of his neck, a gesture that was half-nervous, half-flattered. "Nothing. I was supposed to meet someone about a job, but they didn't show.""A job?" Isabella tilted her head, letting her hair fall to one side, exposing the line of her neck. "What kind of job?""Warehouse logistics." He said it the way someone confesses to a crime. "It's not, you know... it's not what I'm used to."No, it wasn't. Damien Bennett had been raised on Egyptian cotton and room service, and a mother who told him the world owed him something for the inconvenience of being born into it. A warehouse job was the kind of humiliation that left marks on a man like him, not on his hands but on the soft, bruised thing inside his ches
Third Person POV"Hart can get anything that lives on Bennett Holdings' servers. He's been cooperating, which means he still has access. The police haven't restricted his credentials because they want him to keep pulling files for their investigation. He won't know the files are being used for anything other than legal compliance.""He will know," Margaret corrected gently. "But he won't care, because you're going to give him a reason not to. Hart has a family. A pension. A life he's watching collapse in real time as the investigation grinds forward. You're going to offer him an alternative. Financial protection. Legal counsel. A soft landing on the other side of this. He won't ask where it comes from, because frightened men don't ask questions when someone hands them a lifeline."Isabella nodded slowly. "And the timing?""The launch date was pushed this morning. It will happen next week, so how about three days before the launch? It is close enough that the story dominates the news c
Third-Person POV"I came because I'm curious, not because I care. If you've called me here to cry about my son, you can save your tears. Adrian has made his choices, and I've made mine, and neither of those things involves you."So Adrian had told his mother about their estranged relationship then? Regardless, she drew in a deep breath and turned to Margaret.Isabella met her gaze without flinching. Whatever performance she had been preparing on the drive over, whatever careful preamble she had designed, she abandoned it now. Margaret Whitmore did not respond to theatrics; she only cared about leverage."Adrian gathered evidence that I was involved in Evelyn Bennett's kidnapping," Isabella said. "He gave that evidence to Evelyn. I expect she'll turn it over to the police in the near future, and when she does, I'm finished. I have no resources, no allies, and no legal strategy that would survive the first hearing. I came to you because you're the only person in this city who has a reas
Evelyn POVI crouched down and, with a lot of effort, managed to get the man onto my back. He was heavy, plus it didn't help that he was unconscious. My legs shook with the effort of standing up, but I managed.By the time I made it back to the road, I was regretting every decision I'd made in the
Evelyn POVThe bus ride back to the hotel was torture.I managed to get back to the hotel with barely enough strength in my legs. On the bus ride, I sat stiffly beside the window, staring outside but not really seeing anything. My mind was spinning too fast.All I could think about was the money I
Evelyn POVSmall flower petals fell on me like droplets of rain.I just stood there, trying to process what was happening.Margaret was standing at the centre of the room, with a smile on her face; she looked perfectly healthy. Behind her was a big banner that stretched across the room with decorat
Evelyn POVI nearly fell.“You…” I whispered, completely stunned.Vincent. My stomach twisted with embarrassment and surprise. Vincent Hayes, whom I barely knew, had posted bail for me. Had seen me at my absolute lowest. Would now witness me walking out of a







