LOGINRoza POV“I am not going to change my answer,” I said, my voice steady despite the exhaustion sitting heavy behind it. “I am sorry, Vivienne. I genuinely am. But I cannot withdraw a legal response built on truth simply because the truth is inconvenient for you right now.”The silence on the other end stretched long enough that I wondered if she had already hung up.“Then I will do something you will regret,” she said finally, her voice hardening back into something colder, something closer to the composed woman I remembered from before, though brittle now beneath the surface. “I have access to the full public record of your custody hearing, Roza. Every transcript, every filed document, every uncomfortable detail Croft ever raised against you.”“Most of that record is already public. You would be revealing nothing new.”“I would be revealing it with a very different framing.” Something sharp and deliberate entered her voice now. “A story about an unstable woman who left her marriage ab
Roza POVFiona called an emergency meeting the moment Vivienne’s amended complaint landed, the language inside it far more aggressive than anything Croft had filed previously.“She has expanded the claim significantly,” Fiona said, sliding copies across the table to Nadia and Marcus. “Beyond the copied materials allegation now. She is claiming Harbor House engaged in deliberate reputational sabotage, citing the investor withdrawals from weeks ago as evidence of coordinated interference.”“That is not what happened,” Nadia said sharply. “Those withdrawals happened because her own investors grew nervous independently, watching her operational failures unfold publicly.”“I know that. You know that.” Fiona’s voice stayed measured. “But the language here is reaching well beyond what the facts actually support. This reads less like careful legal strategy and more like someone throwing everything they have at the wall, hoping something sticks.”I studied the document carefully, recognizing s
Roza POVThe flat felt smaller than usual with everyone gathered inside it, chairs pulled in from every room, the table extended with a borrowed leaf that did not quite match.Edward arrived first, visibly nervous, holding a bottle of wine he clearly did not know whether was appropriate. “I did not know what to bring. I hope this is alright.”“It is perfect,” I said, taking it from him gently. “Thank you for coming.”“I would not have missed it.” He glanced around the room, spotting Iris’s small toys scattered across the floor. “Is that her? May I.”“Of course.”He knelt carefully beside the play mat, and I watched him with Iris for a long moment, this man who had failed me so completely for eighteen years, now gentle and careful with a granddaughter he had only recently earned the right to know.Daniel arrived next, carrying a small gift wrapped clumsily, clearly out of practice with family gatherings of this kind. “I was not certain what to bring either. I hope a book is acceptable,
Roza POVThe envelope arrived on a Thursday, plain and unremarkable, nothing about its exterior suggesting the weight of what waited inside.I sat at the kitchen table with Soren beside me, both of us staring at it for a long moment before I finally worked up the nerve to open it properly.“Whatever it says,” Soren said quietly, “it does not change anything about who he already is to you.”“I know.” I broke the seal carefully. “I still need to see it in writing.”The letter was clinical, precise, the language of laboratories rather than families. I scanned past the technical explanations of markers and probability percentages until I found the summary paragraph near the bottom.Based on the genetic material provided, the probability of a full biological half-sibling relationship between Rosalind Wren and Daniel Reeve exceeds 99.9%, consistent with shared maternal lineage as claimed.I set the letter down slowly, my hands trembling slightly, though the confirmation brought less shock t
Roza POVI invited Daniel to the flat this time, wanting the conversation to happen somewhere more honest than a park bench, somewhere that actually reflected the life he was slowly becoming a part of.“Thank you for having me here,” he said, glancing around at the small, lived in warmth of the living room, Iris’s toys scattered across the rug. “It feels different from the park.”“I wanted it to feel different.” I poured two cups of tea and sat across from him. “I need to ask you some things properly, Daniel. Not because I do not trust you, but because I have let a great many people into my life this past year without asking hard enough questions first, and it has cost me more than once.”“I understand completely.” He accepted the tea, his hands wrapped carefully around the cup. “Ask me anything.”“Tell me about your parents. Your adoptive parents.”Something shifted in his expression, grief still fresh beneath the careful composure he usually maintained. “They passed within four mont
Callum POVJulian met me at his office again, this time with none of the reluctance from our earlier meetings, his expression grave as he pulled up a series of financial records on his screen.“You were right to be suspicious,” he said. “It took some digging, given how carefully this was structured, but I found her.”“Show me.”He turned the screen toward me. “Three weeks ago, a holding company registered in Luxembourg made a significant capital injection into Meridian Care. The paperwork is layered deliberately, several shell entities between the actual source and the final destination, but I traced the ownership back eventually.”“To my mother.”“To a trust she controls personally, separate from the family’s main holdings.” Julian’s voice was careful, watching my reaction closely. “Callum, this is not a small gesture of support. This is a controlling stake. Whatever independence Vivienne believes she still has over her own company, on paper, your mother now holds enough leverage to







