تسجيل الدخولCHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEThe phone rang three times before Mara answered, her thumb trembling against the screen."What do you want?""That's an interesting question," the voice said, calm, unhurried, the same maddening evenness it always carried. "What do I want. What do you want, Mara? Those seem like better questions.""I want you to stop sending me photographs like I'm supposed to do something with them.""You are supposed to do something with them.""If this comes out, it doesn't just ruin Olivia." Mara's voice rose, sharp with something close to panic. "You know exactly what I did seven years ago. If Charles's existence goes public, people are going to start asking who else knew. Who else helped keep it buried."Silence on the line, long enough that she thought the call had dropped."Then I suppose," the voice said finally, "you should think very carefully about how badly you actually want Killian for yourself. Because right now, you're the only one holding the leash on this. And lea
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURThe cameras hit Killian before he'd made it past the second set of doors."Killian! Did Olivia Hart leave you for your own best friend?""Is it true she orchestrated the whole breakup?""Can you confirm the affair started before graduation?"He didn't slow down. Didn't flinch. He stopped at the edge of the lobby, waited for the noise to settle into something resembling silence, and looked directly into the nearest lens."That isn't the woman I know."Five words. He didn't elaborate, didn't take a single follow-up question, just turned and walked toward the elevator while three dozen microphones strained after him like they could physically drag more out of his back.By the time he reached the stairwell, the clip was already live.Upstairs, Olivia stood frozen in front of a break room television, watching her own face flash beside his on a chyron that read DENIES CLAIMS: "THAT ISN'T THE WOMAN I KNOW." Her hands had gone cold around her coffee mug.He was still prote
CHAPTER 33Killian didn't call David. Not yet. He drove straight to the agency instead, some instinct telling him the answer he needed was closer than a name on a screen.He found Olivia in the conference room, alone, surrounded by open boxes of her mother's old files, papers spread across the table in careful stacks. She didn't hear him at first. He watched her for a second, the way her shoulders curved forward, tired in a way that had nothing to do with the hour.He closed the door behind him.She looked up fast. "What are you doing here?""I could ask you the same thing.""These are my mother's files. I'm trying to understand what Mara's actually done to this company." She set down the folder in her hands. "Why are you here, Killian?"He pulled out his phone, held it up. The message still sat there, glowing.*If you want the truth about Olivia, find David Carter.*Olivia's face went carefully blank. "Where did you get that?""Someone sent it to me during the media event this mornin
CHAPTER 32Olivia's whole body locked up. Seven years of careful silence pressed against her teeth, begging to break. The pregnancy. The threat. The torn report. Charles, asleep right now, completely unaware his entire existence hung on what she said next.She thought about telling him everything.Then she thought about the photograph slid under her door. *He deserves the truth.* Someone had been outside Charles's window. Someone was still watching."She confronted me after you left the room," Olivia said carefully. "That's all I can tell you.""That's all you can tell me, or all you will?""Killian stop it""You're still protecting her.""I'm not protecting her. I'm protecting my son."The words came out before she could stop them.Killian went completely still. "Your son?"Her stomach dropped straight through the floor. "Charles. I meant Charles.""That's what I asked.""I know." She forced her voice steady. "It came out wrong."He studied her, jaw tight, clearly unconvinced but una
CHAPTER 31Olivia shoved the photograph under a stack of bills before Charles's door creaked open down the hall."Morning," she called out, too bright.He shuffled into the kitchen, backpack already on, and didn't say a word. Just sat down and stared at his cereal."You're quiet today.""I'm fine.""Charles."He pushed a spoonful around the bowl without eating it. "Tyler said I don't count as much because I only have one parent."Her chest tightened. "That's not true.""I know." He didn't sound like he knew. "It's fine, Mom. I don't care."She crouched beside his chair, took his chin gently in her hand. "Being loved by one parent doesn't make you less than anyone else. You hear me?"He nodded, not quite looking at her."Did my dad ever love me?"The question landed harder than she expected, even after everything."More than you could ever know."He studied her face like he was trying to decide if that was a real answer or just something mothers said. Then he picked up his spoon and st
CHAPTER 30Someone is outside again.Olivia's whole body went cold. She flicked the lights off in one motion, pulling Charles away from the window before he could ask another question."Room. Now. Stay there until I come get you."He didn't argue. Something in her voice told him not to.She moved along the wall, staying low, peering through a gap in the curtains. A shape near the tree line. Still. Watching.Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone and called Killian.He picked up on the second ring. "Olivia?""I think someone's outside."His voice changed instantly, sharp and alert. "Lock every door. Don't open them for anyone but me. I'm on my way."She locked the front door, checked the deadbolt twice, then heard it. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate, near the back entrance.She pulled up the security app on her phone with trembling fingers. The camera feed loaded, grainy and dim, showing a hooded figure standing motionless near the stairwell.Then the figure turned. Looked directly up







