LOGINEvelyn POVWe sat in silence for a while, looking at the stars. The sky was vast and dark and indifferent in the way that only the sky can be, and something was soothing about that indifference. Up there, nobody cared about Green Valley, investor withdrawals, fake portfolio managers, or golf club parking fines. Up there, it was just light, distance, and time."Tonight," I said, turning to Adrian, "I'm going to pretend that in another universe, we're lovers. No history, no baggage, no complicated past. Just two people sharing wine on a rooftop." I held his gaze. "Open the bottle."An appreciative glint moved through his eyes, and he nodded slowly before he reached for the corkscrew and opened the Château Rosaire with the flick of his wrist.The cork came out with a soft pop, and the scent of the wine drifted upward immediately, dark and rich and layered, blackberries and woodsmoke and something floral underneath, like roses pressed b
Evelyn POVMy mother loved this wine. It was the one indulgence she'd allowed herself, the one bottle she'd kept on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet for special occasions only. She'd open it on birthdays, anniversaries, the first day of spring. She'd pour herself a single glass, sit at the kitchen table, and close her eyes after the first sip as if the taste transported her somewhere private and sacred that nobody else was allowed to follow.After she died, I spent years trying to find it. Château Rosaire didn't export widely, and its distribution was limited to a handful of shops in Casavera and a few specialist wine merchants abroad. I'd finally tracked down a case through a dealer in Lisaro during my first year running Bennett Holdings, and I'd been rationing it ever since, one bottle at a time, opened only on nights when I needed to feel close to someone who wasn't there anymore.Margaret remembered. Out of everything about me that
Evelyn POVI turned to Adrian, searching his face. He had an awkward expression, and he was stroking his brows. “You were in the middle of a meeting? Why didn’t you say so? You could have said something,” I insisted, suddenly feeling guilty.“It was nothing important,” Adrian sighed, glaring at his mother, who was sipping her tea and trying to hold back her smile. “You needed me so…”“The quarterly review is hardly something I’d call unimportant,” Margaret chipped in. “Last year, Adrian fired a CFO for bringing a phone in, and it rang during the session. You know how intense he can be. If Adrian had left that meeting to come to you, it means he considers you important.”“Mom, that’s enough.” Adrian turned, glaring at Margaret, who just smiled and sipped more of her tea.My heart warmed at Adrian’s embarrassment, and I, more than anyone, knew how intense it used to be around the house whenever it was time for quarterly reviews. In my previous life, he’d walk around irritable, and every
Evelyn POVThe Whitmore family home was set back from the road at the end of a private drive, behind iron gates that opened as Adrian's car approached.The house revealed itself gradually as we drove up the gravel path: first the roofline, dark against the evening sky, then the upper windows, then the full facade, a three-storey Georgian manor built from pale stone with ivy climbing the eastern wall and warm light glowing from the ground-floor windows.Once, seeing this house filled me with so much sadness because either Isabella would be lurking somewhere with Adrian or making my life hell. Other times, I would be trailing after Adrian, trying to impress Margaret, trying to fit into Adrian’s world.I remembered the particular anxiety of waking each morning and wondering what mood he’d be in, the way I'd adjust my schedule and put everything on hold to attend to both Adrian and his mother.Tonight I was arriving in a borrowed car with swollen eyes, a puppy, and an overnight bag I'd pa
Evelyn POVThe silence between us was strange.It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but loaded in a way that neither of us seemed to know how to unload.We'd spent the past three hours in constant motion: phone calls, revelations, Laurence's arrival, the discovery that Prescott didn't exist, the cascade of information, emotion, and crisis management that had carried us from a kerb in a parking lot to a back booth at Carmichael's. And now the motion had stopped, and we were standing still.Then I sneezed.It came out of nowhere, a sharp, involuntary burst that I caught too late with the back of my hand. And then another one, followed by a shiver that ran through me like a current."That's it," Adrian said. "I'm getting you to the car before you catch a cold."He placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the parking area. His palm was warm through the fabric of my blazer, and I let him steer me without protest.We got into the car. Adrian started the engine, and the heater
Evelyn POVThe late afternoon air had cooled by the time we stepped out of Carmichael's, carrying a chill that Crescent Harbour got when the sun dropped behind the harbour-front buildings, and the breeze coming off the water had nothing left to warm it.I pulled my blazer tighter across my chest and fell into step beside Laurence Cavill."Miss Bennett," he said as we crossed the pavement toward the parking area. "I want you to hear this from me directly, not through intermediaries or emails or portfolio managers you've never met. Meridian's commitment to Green Valley Phases is intact. It has always been intact. Nobody in my organisation authorised a withdrawal, and I can assure you that whoever used my company's name to destabilise yours will be dealt with.""Thank you, Mr Cavill. That means more than I can say.""Laurence," he corrected gently. "Mr Cavill was my father, and he would have hated being confused with me. We disagreed on almost everything." He smiled, and the warmth in it
Evelyn POVThe moment I stepped out of the airport in Bangria City, the first thing that greeted me was the heat and the dust. The second thing I noticed was how busy the city seemed. It was only 11 am, but it looked like 3 pm on a Monday in my town.Cars were honking, people were shouting, vendors
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







