Riley's POVThe Graham Foundation conference room feels like a command center at dawn. Marcus sits across from two other faces I recognize but have never been formally introduced to Brett's inner circle, the people he trusts with life-and-death decisions.My coffee has gone cold in my hands, but I don't dare reach for a fresh cup. Not when every eye in the room is studying me like I'm either their greatest asset or their most dangerous liability."Gentlemen," Brett begins, his voice carrying the authority that built empires, "we have a significant problem.""Amanda Cross has united Brett's enemies into a coordinated attack," Marcus announces without preamble. He slides photographs across the polished mahogany table like he's dealing cards. "Seven confirmed participants so far, possibly more."The older man to my right grey-haired, weathered hands, eyes that have seen too much picks up one of the photos. "The board members who walked out yesterday?""Along with former executives, compe
Riley's POVThe phone call comes at three in the morning."Riley?" Marcus's voice cuts through my sleep. "You need to see this."I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Brett. His penthouse feels different in the darkness like we're exposed somehow."What is it?" I whisper into the phone, padding to the living room."Check your email. Now." He says.My laptop screen glows as photographs load one by one. Harry leaving an upscale restaurant with three men I recognize from Brett's old board meetings. Behind them, a woman with platinum blonde hair gestures animatedly as she speaks.The sight makes my stomach clench. This isn't casual conversation it's strategy."They met tonight," Marcus explains. "Two hours after your boardroom presentation.""How many are we talking about?""Seven confirmed so far. Former Graham Industries executives, board members Brett fired, competitors who've been waiting for an opening." Marcus pauses, and I hear papers rustling. "Riley, this isn't random revenge an
Riley's POVThe Graham Industries boardroom feels like stepping into enemy territory. Twelve men in identical gray suits sit around a mahogany table that probably costs more than most people's cars."Gentlemen," Brett says as we enter, "I'd like you to meet Riley Plia, my strategic partner for the Graham Foundation."Strategic partner. Not a girlfriend, not a consultant. Partner.The temperature in the room drops ten degrees."Mr. Graham," says a man with silver hair and cold eyes, "we weren't expecting... additional participants in today's discussion.""Riley will be involved in all foundation decisions going forward, Harry." Brett pulls out a chair for me at the head of the table, directly across from him. "I suggest you get used to it."Harry smile is razor-thin. "Ms. Plia, isn't it? The former homeless woman?""That's right." I settle into my chair without flinching. "The former homeless woman who's about to explain why your donor contracts are a terrible idea."Shocked silence f
Riley's POV"How much of tonight was real?" I ask as we watch Victoria being loaded into a federal transport van.Brett dismisses the agents with a nod and turns to face me. "The embezzlement was real. Victoria stole forty-seven million over two years.""And the Swiss accounts?""Real, but not illegal. Standard offshore holdings for tax optimization." He runs a hand through his hair. "Everything else was theater.""Theater." The word tastes bitter. "You made me think you were facing bankruptcy to catch Victoria in a confession.""I made us both bait to end this once and for all.""Without telling me." I start walking toward his car, needing distance from the flashing lights and federal agents. "Again.""Riley" he calls out to me."No." I spin around to face him. "Do you have any idea what the last two hours did to me? Thinking the man I love was a criminal? That you'd taken out life insurance on me like I was some kind of investment?""The insurance policy is real." He said.My heart
Riley's POV"The Swiss accounts were supposed to be our safety net." Brett's voice is hollow as we drive through the empty streets toward Riverside Park. "Money that couldn't be touched by creditors or seized by courts.""How much money?" I asked."Fifty million. Maybe sixty."I grip the passenger door handle tighter. "Maybe?""I haven't checked the balances recently." He takes the exit toward the park where I spent those desperate months living in my car. "I was afraid of what I'd find.""Afraid of what you'd find in accounts you control?" I asked, almost shouting.Brett pulls into the same parking spot where he first offered me his contract eight months ago. The irony isn't lost on either of us."The accounts weren't exactly... legal."My stomach drops. "What does that mean?""It means Victoria has enough evidence to destroy me even if the financial leverage doesn't work.""Jesus, Brett." I turn to face him fully. "What else haven't you told me?"Before he can answer, headlights swe
Riley's POV"Yes." Brett's voice is barely above a whisper. "The documents are real."I stare at the financial papers on my phone screen, trying to make sense of the numbers. Loan agreements, debt consolidations, asset transfers all bearing Brett’s signature from the past six months.“How much?” I ask, my voice tight.“Riley”“How much, Brett?” My patience snaps, and my hands clench around the phone.He sits heavily in his chair, the weight of the truth aging him beyond his thirty-four years. “Four hundred million.”The number hits me like a punch. “Four hundred million dollars in debt?”“Not debt. Leveraged investments. There’s a difference.” His eyes avoid mine.“Explain the difference to someone whose daughter was dying because I couldn’t afford her surgery.” The sharpness in my tone cuts through the room.Brett flinches, but I don’t care. The protective anger I felt when Victoria threatened Lily has nowhere to go except him.“The Graham Foundation required significant startup capi