LOGINTHE NEW CROWN ~DAVID'S POV~ The Blackwood Industries boardroom smelled like fear and expensive coffee. I pushed the double doors open and walked in. I didn't rush. I took my time, letting the heavy click of the door shutting echo across the mahogany table. Uncle Alistair was standing at the head of the table. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight. His face was gray, his hands gripping the back of the CEO chair so hard his knuckles were white. "David," Alistair sneered. "What are you doing here? The building is swarming with reporters. Your brother was just arrested for murdering his wife and tossing her off a bridge." "I saw the news," I said smoothly, pulling out out a chair and sitting down. "Tragic, really. I always said Richard was a little too emotional for marriage." "This isn't a joke!" Alistair slammed his hand on the table. "The company stock is in freefall! The police are crawling through his office. The Blackwood name is ruined!" "Richard's name is rui
THE FALL (SEASON FINALE) ~MONICA'S POV~ The wind howling across the industrial bridge felt like tiny knives against my skin. I shivered, pulling my trench coat tighter around my body. My fingers gripped my bag so hard they ached. Inside it was nothing but twenty dollars and a burner phone. But soon, I would have a fake passport. Cash. A new life. I checked my watch. 6:02 PM. "Come on," I muttered, pacing the rusted metal grate. "Where are you?" Headlights pierced the evening fog. A black sedan turned onto the bridge, its tires rolling slowly over the pavement. It stopped twenty feet away. My heart leaped. The fixer was here. Annette had actually pulled it through. The driver's side door opened. A man stepped out. But he wasn't carrying a briefcase. He was holding a silver revolver. My breath caught in my throat. It was Richard. "No," I whispered, taking a step back. The passenger door flew open, and Claire stumbled out into the cold. Her face was pale, her eyes wide
THE RECKONING ~CLAIRE'S POV~ Friday. Day five. I stared at the ceiling, listening to Alexander's deep, even breathing beside me. He was fast asleep, his arm draped heavily across my waist. My phone buzzed silently on the nightstand. The screen lit up the dark room. Richard: 'Time is up. I'm parked at the corner. Come down, or the files go to the FBI in five minutes.' My stomach twisted into a cold, hard knot. I carefully lifted Alexander's arm, holding my breath as he stirred, then settled back into the pillows. I slipped out of bed and pulled on jeans and a dark sweater. I didn't want to leave. But if Richard leaked those files, Alexander would lose everything. He would go to a federal prison, and my baby would grow up visiting him behind glass. I had to negotiate. I had to beg if I had to. I just needed to buy us time. I snuck out of the penthouse, bypassing the sleeping security guard, and hurried out into the chilly morning air. Richard's black sedan was idling at
THE PUPPET MASTER ~ANNETTE'S POV~ Richard looked like a man who hadn't slept in a week. He was pacing the length of the rented, windowless office I'd chosen for our meeting, his hands shaking. He smelled like worn scotch and manic misery. "Where is she, Annette?" he demanded, stopping to slam his hands on the table. "David said you had a location. Where is my wife?" I didn't flinch. I just took a slow sip of my bottled water. "Sit down, Richard." "I am not playing games!" he shouted, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "Tell me where she is hiding!" "Sit down," I repeated, my voice dropping to a cold, flat register. "Or I walk out that door, and you never find her." Richard froze. He swallowed hard, his chest heaving, and slumped into the plastic chair opposite me. "Good," I said. I reached into my designer tote and pulled out a thick legal document. I slid it across the table toward him, followed by a silver pen. "What the hell is this?" he asked, staring at it like it was a snak
APEX PREDATORS~DAVID'S POV~I found her nursing a dirty martini in the darkest corner of The Carlyle's bar.She looked entirely unbothered. You wouldn't guess this was a woman whose father was currently lying in a hospital bed with a cracked skull. You definitely wouldn't guess she had helped cover up the attack.I slid into the leather booth across from her. She didn't flinch. She just took a slow sip of her drink and met my eyes."There's a black Escalade parked illegally on the street outside," I said, gesturing toward the front doors. "Two men inside wearing cheap earpieces and expensive suits. Alexander's goons."Annette set her glass down. "Alexander has trust issues.""Can you blame him?" I smirked, leaning back against the leather. "You are playing a very dangerous game, Annette. Sitting down for drinks with me while your babysitters wait on the curb.""They aren't babysitters. They are a security detail," she said smoothly. "And I told them I was meeting an old college frien
THE ULTIMATUM~CLAIRE'S POV~"You got me, you bastard," I said, my voice barely louder than the wind off the river.Richard's smile widened. It didn't reach his tired, bloodshot eyes. He looked like a man holding a winning lottery ticket while standing on a sinking ship."I knew you'd stay," he whispered."Don't flatter yourself. I stayed to hear the joke. So tell me, Richard. What grand, rotten secret is going to make me run back to a man who threw me away?"He leaned against the wooden bench, crossing his arms. "Alexander didn't build his empire by shaking hands and attending charity galas, Claire. He built it in the dark.""Everyone has skeletons," I said flatly."Alexander doesn't have skeletons," Richard corrected. "He has fresh graves."My stomach tightened. I kept my face blank. "Get to the point.""Underground gambling rings. Extortion. Smuggling in Macau." Richard ticked them off on his fingers. "And the bodies, Claire. The people who got in his way didn't just get fired. The
THE CLEANUP~ILYNOS'S POV~The place we were looking for was an old building in Hell's Kitchen. It had brick walls, dirt, and darkness.I sat in the unmarked black van three doors down, watching the entrance. My phone buzzed with a message from Mr. Hayes."Take him. Now."Short. Deadly. Alexander H
THE OTHER MAN~ANNETTE'S POV~The address Monica sent me wasn't a hotel. It wasn't a café. It was a pre-war apartment building in Hell's Kitchen. The kind of place that had character, sure, but definitely didn't have a doorman or a concierge service.It wasn't the kind of place Monica Blackwood usu
THE PACKAGE~ALEXANDER'S POV~The phone buzzed on my desk.I didn't pick it up lazily. I snatched it. It was the text from Annette, forwarded by Claire. An address in Hell's Kitchen. The location of the man Monica had hired to hurt the people Claire cared about.I looked up at Ilynos, who was stand
LIQUIDATED~MONICA'S POV~The morning sun flowed into the living room, but for the first time in months, it didn't feel like a spotlight on my failures. It felt like a crown.I took a sip of my coffee, curled up on the sofa with my laptop. The house was quiet. Richard was likely passed out upstairs







