LOGINEvelyn POVVincent stood a few feet away, watching Adrian with an expression I couldn't entirely read. It wasn't hostile, but it made me worried."Isabella is involved," I said. "She's working with your mother. She connected Margaret to Damien, my stepbrother, who used his old credentials to pull files from Bennett Holdings' servers last night. Those files are the Tribune article."Adrian's jaw tightened. "Isabella went to my mother.""Yes.""After I confronted her. After I gave you the evidence." He nodded slowly, a movement that contained its own kind of grief. "I should have expected that. When you take everything from someone like Isabella, the only thing left is revenge, and the only person in this city with more reason to want you destroyed than Isabella is my mother.""There's one more thing," Vincent said. Both Adrian and I turned to him. "Margaret's network includes an intermediary named Corven who manages her field operations. Corven has been running Beck, my compromised ope
Evelyn POVDamien.I stared at the screen. My stepbrother's login, the one I had assumed had been deactivated when I removed him from the company, had accessed the financial server at 2:47 in the morning and downloaded fourteen files over a twenty-three-minute session. Budget reports. Vendor accounts. Billing code summaries. Construction payment schedules. Every single document that had appeared in the Tribune article tonight, pulled from my servers eight hours before the article was published."His credentials were never deactivated," I said, and my voice sounded distant to my own ears. "When I removed Damien from the company, I told HR to close his access. Hart was Head of HR.""Hart left the door open," Vincent said quietly."Hart left the door open, and Damien walked through it." I closed my eyes. "Damien doesn't have the sophistication to do this alone. He wouldn't know which files to pull, wouldn't know how to package them for a journalist, wouldn't know the first thing about ti
Evelyn POVWe didn't go back to the main room.Vincent led me through the side corridor to a service entrance I hadn't known existed, and we walked out into the parking lot and got into his car, and I sat in the passenger seat with the briefcase on my lap and Margaret Whitmore's name ringing in my skull like a bell that wouldn't stop.The launch was still going on behind us. I could see the lights through the pavilion windows, could hear the muffled hum of six hundred people deciding whether Evelyn Bennett was a visionary or a fraud. Grace was in there holding the room together. Jerome was running damage control. Belle's cameras had resumed rolling, recording either my triumph or my funeral.And I was sitting in a car with a man I had kissed in his kitchen a week ago, looking at a folder full of shell companies that proved my ex-fiancé's mother had been trying to destroy me for months."Tell me everything," I said. "From the beginning."Vincent told me. He started with the shipping th
Vincent POVI was putting Nadia to bed when my phone lit up.She had insisted on a story, which had turned into two stories, which had turned into a negotiation about whether a third story counted as "one more" when the first "one more" had technically been the second. She was seven years old, and she argued like a contract lawyer. I had known her for four days, and I was already losing every negotiation."One more," she said, pulling the blanket up to her chin."You said that last time.""This is a different last time."Elijah, sitting cross-legged on the other bed with a book, looked up. "She'll do this until you give in. It's faster to just read it."I read the third story. Nadia was asleep by page four. Elijah waited until I finished the last page, then said quietly, "She has nightmares about the fire. If she wakes up screaming, don't turn the light off. Just sit with her.""Okay," I said. "Thank you for telling me."He nodded and went back to his book. He was reading a biography
Evelyn POVThe room didn't gasp. Rooms full of professionals don't gasp. What they did was worse. They went quiet, and at that moment I could see every single person in the room, recalculating, reassessing, deciding whether the woman on stage was what she appeared to be or something else entirely.I felt the floor tilt beneath me. My vision darkened, my legs had gone weak, and the constant feeling that the ground would suddenly open up and swallow me overwhelmed me. I tried to control the thousands of emotions milling through my mind. There was a camera in front of me for the whole world to see; I couldn't afford to break down."I have not seen the report," I said, and my voice came out strong, which was a miracle I would never be able to explain. "I can tell you that Bennett Holdings has undergone a comprehensive internal audit over the past year. Every financial irregularity we identified was reported to the authorities and addressed. If there are new allegations, we will review
Evelyn POVThe dress was emerald green.I don't know why that detail mattered to me, standing in front of the mirror in my office bathroom at half past five with the launch ninety minutes away and my hands shaking so badly I couldn't fasten the clasp at the back of my neck. But it mattered. It mattered because my father had once told me that the colour you wore to the thing that defined you would be the colour people remembered, and I wanted them to remember green. Growth. New ground. Something alive.Grace appeared behind me in the mirror and fastened the clasp without a word. She was wearing navy, her hair swept up, her reading glasses replaced with contacts that made her look five years younger and slightly startled. She met my eyes in the glass."Ready?" she asked."No.""Good. Neither am I." She smoothed the shoulders of my dress. "Your father would be proud of you, Evelyn."I closed my eyes for a second. Just one second. Then I opened them and turned around."Let's go build some
Evelyn POVThe first thing I felt was cold.A splash of water hit my face so suddenly that I gasped, sputtering and choking as the shock of it jolted me from whatever fragmented sleep I'd managed to find on the concrete floor.My eyes flew open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light overhead
Vincent POVI stood up abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. Several people in the cafe glanced in our direction.My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, and it had nothing to do with whether I was afraid. I was worried for Evelyn. Situations like this require an expert and an ent
Vincent POVReconnecting with the person I'd just spoken to on the phone has got to be the best news I've heard in a week. He was someone whom I knew nothing about, except that he was a pro at finding people and keeping his word. Not to mention, he always seems to turn up whenever I am in a fix.I
Vincent POVThe conference room at Hayes Acquisition was organised chaos.I sat at the head of the table, reviewing the final details of a merger that had taken months to negotiate. My team was scattered around the space—some standing, some seated, all of them focused on the documents in front of t







