Riley's POVDetective Doris badge catches the light as she steps into our penthouse, her eyes scanning everything like she's already building a case. Behind her, two uniformed officers wait by the elevator."Mr. Graham, Ms. Plia." Doris voice is professional. "We need to discuss some serious allegations."Brett moves protectively in front of me, his body language shifting from vulnerable fiancé to guarded CEO in seconds. "What kind of allegations?""The kind that could put you in federal prison for twenty years." Doris settles into our white leather sofa without invitation. "Corporate espionage, fraud, racketeering."My stomach drops. Beside me, Brett's hands clench into fists."Riley, take Lily upstairs." His voice goes cold and commanding. "Now.""No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "We handle this together."Brett's gray eyes flash with something between anger and fear. "This isn't a discussion.""Actually, it is." I step beside him,"I'm not running anymore."Doris watch
Riley's POVThe notification on Brett's phone glows ominously in the romantic lighting. I catch a glimpse of the sender's name before Brett quickly turns it face down."Who was that?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light.Brett's jaw tightens. "Nobody important.""On our engagement night?" I step closer, the emerald on my finger catching the light. "Brett, what aren't you telling me?""Riley, please." He reaches for me, but I step back. "Tonight is about us.""And us includes honesty." I cross my arms. "Who is Jamson?"The color drains from Brett's face. Behind us, Lily's laughter echoes from inside where she's celebrating with Emma, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between her parents."How do you know that name?" Brett's voice drops to a dangerous whisper."Because I saw the message preview." My heart pounds. "Something about 'the truth coming out' and 'consequences.'"Brett runs his hands through his hair, the gesture so familiar it breaks my heart. "It's complicated."
Brett's POVDr. Iris office feels like neutral territory. Riley sits across from me, her hands folded in her lap, while our couples therapist watches us with patient eyes. It's been three days since Riley hung up on Dmitri Volkov, and I still can't sleep."Brett, you've been quiet today," Dr. Iris observes. "How are you processing Riley's decision to confront Volkov directly?"I glance at Riley, then back at the doctor. "I keep waiting for retaliation.""From Volkov?" Dr. Iris asks."From the universe." The admission feels like weakness. "Every time we think we're safe, something worse happens. I don't know how to exist without waiting for the next attack."Riley shifts in her chair. "That's not living, Brett. That's just surviving.""Surviving kept us alive," I snap back.The sharpness in my voice makes Riley flinch, and I immediately hate myself for it.Dr. Iris raises her hand. "Let's pause there. Riley, how did Brett's tone just make you feel?""Like he's pulling away from me a
Riley's POVThe name Dmitri Volkov echos. Brett's face has gone completely white, and I can see his hands trembling as he stares at my phone."How do you know that name?" I demand, but the line has already gone dead.Brett sinks onto the couch, careful not to wake Lily. "Dmitri Volkov owns half the black market in Eastern Europe."My stomach drops. "What does that mean?""It means Amanda didn't just want revenge." Brett's voice is hollow. "She wanted to sell information about us to someone much worse."The room feels like it's spinning. "Sell information?""Volkov deals in corporate espionage, blackmail, identity theft." Brett runs his hands through his hair. "If Amanda made a deal with him about the Graham Foundation's financial records...""We need to call Patterson," I say, reaching for my phone again.Brett catches my hand. "Riley, Patterson can't help us with this. Volkov operates outside any government's reach.""So what are we supposed to do?" My voice cracks. "Just wait for hi
Riley's POVThe penthouse feels different with Lily home safe. I watch her sleep curled between Brett and me, her small chest rising and falling peacefully. The nightmare is over, but my hands still shake when I think about those terrifying days."Can't sleep either?" Brett whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm.I shake my head against his shoulder. "Every time I close my eyes, I see her missing.""She's here now." His voice carries the same relief that's flooding through my veins. "Amanda and Elena can't hurt us anymore."The memory of Amanda's twisted smile flashes through my mind. Those weeks before Elena took over, when Amanda personally tortured us with her mind games and threats. The woman who made my life hell before handing us over to her grieving sister.My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Agent Patterson's name flashes across the screen."It's Patterson." I slide carefully off the couch, not wanting to wake Lily.Brett follows me to the kitchen. "This late can't be
Riley's POVThe war room Brett sets up in his penthouse looks like something from a spy thriller laptops displaying financial transfers, phones connected to international banks, legal documents spread across every surface. It's been eight hours since Elena's ultimatum, and we're running out of time."The money's ready," Brett announces to the room full of lawyers, FBI agents, and financial experts. "One billion dollars, transferred to an account in the Cayman Islands as requested."Agent Patterson looks up from his phone. "We've identified Elena Cross's location. She's at a private airfield in New Jersey, scheduled to depart for Switzerland in three hours.""Switzerland doesn't have an extradition treaty for financial crimes," one of the lawyers notes grimly. "If she reaches Zurich, we'll never get her back."Brett's confession statement sits on the desk, signed and ready to be released to every major news outlet. Reading it makes me sick not because the crimes are false, but because