LOGINI walk through the front door dripping, shoes squelching, hair plastered to my neck, and Elizabeth Hart takes one look at me and says absolutely nothing for a full three seconds.Liam is on the couch beside her. His gaze travels from my face to my soaked shirt to the small puddle forming around my feet, and something in his expression moves — caught somewhere between concern and the very specific, private amusement of a man who is absolutely not going to say what he's thinking."Oscar," I explain, before either of them can ask."Of course," Elizabeth says, like this is a reasonable explanation for the state I'm in."I was helping with the bath. He shook." I gesture vaguely at myself. "This happened.""Go change," Liam says. Quiet. Easy. The tone of a man who is not worried about me but would like me to be dry.I head for the stairs.I'm halfway up when the front door opens again behind me. I turn.Adam walks
Robert Hart is "discharged" the next morning.He walks out of Mercy General in his own clothes, carrying his own coat, waving off the nurse who offers a wheelchair with the particular impatience of a man who has decided the performance is over and would like his dignity back. I watch from the car and think about what Liam told me on the drive home — they do some version of this every year — and feel the complicated mixture of exasperation and genuine tenderness that Robert Hart always manages to produce in me.He staged a cardiac episode to get his grandson home.And it worked.We're back at Hart Manor, and we're staying.Dinner that night is the first time I've seen Adam since Director Harmon's office.He's already at the table when I come down — jacket off, sleeves rolled, the version of him that exists inside this house that is somehow more dangerous than the campus version, because it's quieter. Less arm
The office door closes behind me and the noise of the floor disappears like someone cut a wire.Just us. Just the hum of the building and the last gold light pressing through the windows and Liam, already moving toward his desk with that unhurried ease that makes even the most chaotic situations feel like they were always under control.I stay by the door."That wasn't right," I say.He glances back. "Which part?""Firing Ava." I push off the door and cross toward him, because if I'm going to say this I'm going to say it to his face. "She was provocative and she staged the whole thing, and I'm not saying she didn't deserve consequences — but firing her on the spot? The moment I showed up? Liam, her family has connections all over this city. That's going to land on you."Liam looks at me for a long moment.Then he asks — completely calm, like it's a genuine inquiry and not a trap — "Was it satisfying? When I did it?"
Liam sees me before he sees anything else.That's the thing I notice first — the way his gaze moves across the floor and finds me with the immediate, locked-in precision of a man whose attention has exactly one priority in this room. Then he clocks the rest of it: the shattered mug, the soaked documents fanning out across the floor, the coffee still dripping off the desk edge in slow, deliberate arcs.His expression doesn't change. It never does. But his stillness shifts quality — becomes the specific, contained stillness of someone deciding something very quickly and very quietly."What happened here?"His voice carries without effort — low, level, the kind of tone that doesn't need volume because the room already belongs to it completely. Every keyboard stops. Every pretense of busyness evaporates.Ava moves first.She steps forward before I can draw a breath, and the performance she delivers is seamless &md
"Stop it, Jess." I feel the heat climbing up my neck before she's even finished the sentence.Jess grins wider. She has always had the specific gift of finding the exact pressure point and pressing it with absolute precision and zero remorse. "I'm just saying — the CEO's wife, using the staff elevator, no announcement, no entourage — very mysterious. Very romantic." She sighs theatrically. "He's in a meeting, by the way. Probably another hour.""I'll wait in his office.""Of course you will."I move through the open floor plan — the long rows of desks, the familiar hum of keyboards, the particular concentrated energy of a floor full of people who are extremely good at pretending they aren't looking at me while looking directly at me. I've walked this space before. Spent a month navigating it as an intern, invisible and unremarkable, learning the rhythms of this building from the bottom.I am not invisible anymore.Every hea
Felicity stares at Adam like he just spoke in a language she doesn't have the capacity to process."What did you say?" Her voice comes out cracked at the edges, all that carefully reconstructed composure fracturing in real time.Adam doesn't repeat himself. He doesn't need to. He turns to Director Harmon with the clean, unhurried certainty of someone who made this decision before he walked through the door and has no interest in being argued out of it."I'll take the role," he says. "Give us the two weeks."Director Harmon looks between us — me, Adam, Felicity, the wreckage of whatever just happened in this office — and makes the calculation that a woman in her position makes when the most magnetic student on campus hands her exactly the outcome that's best for the school's centennial event."Done," she says. "Rehearsals start tomorrow. Don't waste the time."We file out.The hallway outside the administrative offices is w
Julian Ford leaned back in his chair, casual as ever, with a smirk dancing on his lips. “She met you first, so I guess I have to accept my fate. But Mr. Hart, if you don’t treat your wife well, I won’t hesitate to steal her away.”Liam, standing beside me, didn’t even flinch. His voice, as cool and
The second my mother’s name came up, Vivian froze.The fire in her eyes flickered, dimmed, then vanished altogether—just for a second. But I caught it. She quickly masked it with that cold indifference she always wore like armor.I knew the story too well. Lisa Ruyan and my mother had once lit up H
The conference room buzzed with restless energy, cameras flashing as reporters murmured among themselves. Everyone was waiting for the moment to pounce.Allie Brooks arrived fashionably late, stepping through the doors with a calm that masked the storm within. Every pair of eyes turned to her, jud
Allie sighed: “We are really married, but we will be divorced soon.”Scarlett’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How can this be?" she asked, her voice laced with shock.Allie turned onto her side, staring at the ceiling. "The truth is simple. He doesn’t love me. I was just a distraction. A temporary fi







