LOGINChapter 304 Cynthia's POV "Nikolai," I said, and the word came out strangled and awkward, like I'd just been caught doing something I shouldn't. My face burned with embarrassment, my heart still racing from how close Bryan had been, from what had almost happened. Nikolai stood in the doorway with that carefully neutral expression, like he hadn't just walked in on Bryan about to kiss me. Like he hadn't noticed the charged atmosphere or the way my hands were shaking slightly. And I was grateful for it. Grateful that he was giving me the grace of pretending this wasn't as mortifying as it felt. My mind was spinning. Would Bryan actually have kissed me if Nikolai hadn't shown up? What the hell was he thinking? Bryan had been Ethan's best friend for years and he'd just tried to— I couldn't even finish the thought. "I'm going to make breakfast," I said abruptly, needing to do something with my hands, needing to focus on something other than the uncomfortable tension filling the
Chapter 303 Cynthia's POV I left the Laurent mansion earlier than usual that morning, hoping to be at the restaurant when Julian arrived home later. I wanted to be there for him when he faced Nathaniel and our mother. Wanted to provide whatever support I could during what was bound to be one of the most difficult conversations of his life. But I also needed the distraction. Needed something to do with my hands and my mind besides obsessively checking my phone for updates about Pascal or worrying about Ethan or replaying my fight with Nathaniel over and over. The restaurant had become my sanctuary over the past few months—the one place where I could focus on something concrete and controllable. Flavors, techniques, presentation. Things that made sense. Things I could actually manage. When I arrived, I was surprised to find the lights already on and the door unlocked. My staff didn't usually arrive this early. I pushed through the entrance, calling out, "Hello?" And there, sit
Chapter 302 Ethan's POV The food Miguel and Carmen had prepared was incredible. Simple, maybe, by some standards—roasted potatoes with herbs and garlic, scrambled eggs cooked until they were fluffy and perfectly seasoned, thick slices of homemade bread still warm from the oven, and some kind of spicy chorizo that made my taste buds come alive. But to me, after months of Gavin's bland, functional meals that existed only to keep me working in the fields, this felt like a feast. I ate like I'd never seen food before. Shoveling potatoes into my mouth, tearing off chunks of bread, barely pausing to chew before reaching for more. My fork moved from plate to mouth in rapid succession, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I probably looked like an animal, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was hungry. Genuinely, bone-deep hungry in a way that went beyond just needing calories. And the food was good. Really, truly good. I glanced up between bites and caught Carmen watchin
Chapter 301 Ethan's POV I woke up slowly, consciousness creeping in through layers of exhausted sleep. My body felt heavy, my muscles aching in that pleasant way that comes from finally getting real rest after days of tension and stress. The bed was softer than the one I'd had at Gavin's farm, the blanket warmer, and for a brief, blissful moment I forgot where I was or how I'd gotten there. Then I opened my eyes. And nearly had a heart attack. Carmen was standing right beside the bed, leaning over me with her face just a few feet from mine, wearing the biggest, most enthusiastic smile I'd ever seen on another human being. "JESUS!" I yelped, scrambling backward so violently that I actually fell out of the bed, landing on the floor with a painful thud that knocked the wind out of me. Carmen burst into laughter—full, genuine laughter that made her entire body shake, her hand going to her chest like she couldn't contain her amusement. "Lo siento, lo siento," she managed between l
Chapter 300 Cynthia's POV I woke up feeling like someone had wrung me out and left me to dry. Every muscle in my body ached with exhaustion that had nothing to do with physical exertion and everything to do with emotional depletion. Yesterday had been... too much. The lead on Pascal that had sent my hopes soaring. Bryan's strange, withdrawn reaction when I'd told him the news. Nikolai's insistence on taking me out, the expensive necklace I'd refused, the uncomfortable weight of his expectations pressing down on me. And then Nathaniel. The fight we'd had about Julian replayed in my mind, making my stomach clench with guilt and residual anger. The things I'd said. The way I'd challenged him. The look on his face when I'd walked out. I'd meant every word. But that didn't make it hurt any less. I rolled over in bed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. Six-thirty in the morning. Too early to be awake, but my brain was already racing, refusing to let me fall back asleep.
Chapter 299 Ethan's POV The car pulled up to a small farmhouse, modest but well-maintained, with a neat garden and a sturdy fence surrounding the property. The rain had finally started to let up, though the sky remained heavy and gray. Miguel turned off the engine, and he and Carmen exchanged another rapid conversation in Spanish. I sat in the back seat, clutching my bundle of wet clothes, feeling like an intruder despite their kindness. I caught fragments of their discussion—heard my name mentioned, heard what sounded like concern in Carmen's voice, saw Miguel glance back at me through the rearview mirror with an expression I couldn't quite read. They were definitely talking about me. Trying to figure out what to do with the soaking wet stranger they'd just picked up off the side of the road. Finally, Carmen turned in her seat to face me, her expression warm and open. "You want to stay?" she asked in her heavily accented English. "Tonight? We have... room. You can sleep her
Chapter 152 Cynthia's POV The moment I stepped fully inside the Walker mansion, something felt wrong. Not just uncomfortable or unwelcome — though those feelings were certainly there, familiar ghosts that clung to these walls like smoke. No, this was different. The house felt… dead. Quiet in a
Chapter 158 Cynthia's POV My heart was still hammering from hearing Grace's voice behind me, from the realization that she'd been standing there the entire time, listening to every word I'd said to Nathaniel. The look on her face was sinister — not angry, not panicked, but coldly calculating in
Chapter 154 Ethan's POV Margaret flinched slightly but held her ground. "I don't know, sir. I wasn't informed either. But half the board is already in there, and…" I didn't wait to hear the rest. I turned and strode toward the conference room, fury propelling me forward, every nerve in my body s
Chapter 159 Cynthia's POV I screamed, a raw, terrified sound that tore from my throat but it wasn't just my voice. Behind me, another scream pierced the air. Mrs. Daniels. Time seemed to slow and speed up simultaneously. One moment I was falling, certain I was about to hit the ground beside Gr







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