LOGINThe phone rang while I was still staring at the photo of the handshake.
David’s name lit up the screen. I answered on the second ring.
“Jennifer?” His voice was tight.
“What’s wrong?”
“Two guys just stopped me outside work. They offered cash. A lot of it. They wanted to know where you are.”
My grip on the phone tightened. “What did you tell them?”
“Nothing. I said I didn’t know and walked away. They followed me for half a block. I ducked into the subway and called you.”
“Are you safe right now?”
“I’m on a train. I think I lost them. Who the hell are they?”
“I don’t know yet. Stay on the train. Go somewhere public. Don’t go home.”
“Jennifer, what is going on?”
“I’ll explain later. Just keep moving. Call me when you’re somewhere bright.”
“You’re not telling me everything.”
“I can’t right now. Please just do what I said.”
I hung up and left the guest suite. Kane was in the main room reviewing something on a tablet. He looked up when I walked in.
“Your security team is watching my brother,” I said.
He set the tablet down. “Yes.”
“Two men just offered him money for my location. He refused. He’s scared.”
“They were not mine.”
“You just said your team is watching him.”
“My team observes. They do not approach. They do not offer cash.”
I stepped closer. “How long have they been watching him?”
“Three weeks.”
“Three weeks. Before I even moved in here.”
“Yes.”
“You had people following my nineteen-year-old brother while I was still in that medical suite.”
“I had people making sure no one else reached him first.”
My voice rose. “You don’t get to decide that.”
“I do. He is a clear point of leverage. Anyone who wants access to you will go through him.”
“So you put a target on him by watching him.”
“I reduced the chance that someone else would succeed.”
I laughed once, short and ugly. “You talk like this is normal.”
“In my world it is.”
“Your world destroyed my father’s company and now it’s circling my brother.”
Kane’s expression stayed steady. “Your father’s company was already failing. The takeover accelerated the inevitable.”
“Don’t rewrite it.”
“I am stating facts.”
“You knew my full background before the contract was ever offered. You knew about David. You knew about the debts. You knew everything.”
“Yes.”
“And you still chose me.”
“The genetic match left no other option.”
I pointed at him. “You researched me like I was a product.”
“I researched the only viable candidate. Your family history, medical records, current vulnerabilities. All of it was necessary.”
“Necessary for you.”
“Necessary for the bloodline.”
I turned away and then turned back. “Call off the watch on David. Now.”
“No.”
“I’m not asking.”
“And I am not negotiating. He stays under observation until the risk drops.”
“The risk is you.”
Kane’s voice stayed level. “The risk is every rival who now knows a Kane heir is coming. They will look for weak points. Your brother is one.”
I stared at him. My hands were clenched so hard the nails bit into my palms.
“You’re using him to keep me in line.”
“I am protecting an asset that matters to you so you do not do something reckless.”
“Don’t call him an asset.”
“That is what he is in this equation.”
“He’s my brother. He’s nineteen. He works nights so we can eat. He doesn’t deserve any of this.”
“Neither did you. Yet here we are.”
I walked to the elevator. The security man there did not move.
“Open it,” I said.
Kane spoke from behind me. “You are not leaving the floor.”
I faced him again. “Then keep your people away from David. If anything happens to him I will find a way to burn this entire arrangement in public.”
“You will not. The legal structure prevents it. And you care too much about him to risk the fallout.”
I hated that he was right. I hated the calm way he said it.
“You planned this from the start,” I said. “The contract. The anonymity. The research. All of it.”
“Yes.”
“And you still looked me in the eye in that tower and acted like the truth was a surprise.”
“I never claimed it was a surprise. I claimed the contract was irreversible. Both statements were true.”
I shook my head. “You don’t get to sound reasonable while you control my brother.”
“I control the variables that threaten the pregnancy. Your brother is one of them.”
I walked past him and back to the guest suite. I locked the door. The click sounded final but I knew it was not. I sat on the edge of the bed and called David again.
“I’m somewhere bright,” he said. “A twenty-four-hour place. You okay?”
“I’m fine. Stay there a while. Don’t go home tonight.”
“Jennifer, who were those guys?”
“I don’t know yet. Just trust me and stay public.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll call again soon.”
“Are you really okay?”
“I’m handling it. Eat something. Stay where people can see you.”
I hung up and set the phone down. The room felt too quiet. I stood and walked the perimeter the way I had started doing every night. Windows. Closet. Bathroom. Desk.
In the far corner near the ceiling a small red light blinked once.
I froze.
It blinked again.
I stepped closer. The light was tiny, almost hidden against the dark casing of what looked like a smoke detector. It was not a smoke detector.
I stared at the blinking light until my vision blurred. Someone was watching the room I had locked myself inside.
I backed up until my legs hit the bed. The light kept blinking. Steady. Patient. Unashamed.
I sat down hard and kept my eyes on the corner. The phone stayed silent in my hand. Outside the locked door Kane’s security waited. Inside the room the camera kept watching.
Kane held the photograph under the desk lamp. The light made the hospital doors look sharper than they had at night. David stood beside him with his arms crossed, waiting.“Handwriting matches,” David said. “Same pressure. Same slant. She wrote it herself.”Kane turned the picture over, then back again. “She was there the same night. Close enough to take this while we were still inside.”I stayed by the dresser. My fingers rested on the wood. “Leave it there.”Kane looked at me. “You want it out in the open?”“Yes. I do not want it hidden in a drawer like it did not happen.”He set the photograph down where I could see it clearly. The glass doors. The street lights. The blurred shapes of people who had no idea what was happening inside those walls.“I want to confront her,” Kane said. “Directly. Today.”“No.”“Jennifer.”“Not yet. We need more than a note and a picture. If you go at her now she will twist it. She always does. She will make herself the victim and us the aggressors.”Hi
Kane stood by the window with his phone still in his hand. The light outside had gone flat and grey. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the way his shoulders stayed tight under his shirt.“She tested the old codes,” he said. “Forty minutes ago. From one of her properties.”“I heard you the first time.”He turned to face me. His eyes looked tired but sharp. “David is coming up with the full report.”David knocked once and stepped in. He held a tablet against his side. “Confirmed. The IP matches a house still under her name across the city. The attempt lasted six seconds. New system blocked it clean.”Kane nodded once. “Extra cameras. Change the patrol times. No one on the same route twice.”“Already started,” David said. He looked at me, then at the bassinet where the baby slept. “You two staying upstairs today?”“Yes,” Kane answered before I could speak.David left. The door clicked shut behind him.I looked at Kane. “You decided that without asking.”“For now. Until we know wha
Elizabeth signed the last paper and handed it to Kane. “You can go. Keep the follow-up appointment. Call if anything feels off.”“We will,” he said.I held the baby against my chest while Kane took the bag. The car seat was already in the back. David waited by the door with the same steady face he always wore.The drive home stayed quiet. The baby made small sounds every few minutes. Kane kept both hands on the wheel. I watched the streets and felt how ordinary everything looked from the outside.“Did they change every lock?” I asked.“Yes. New codes. New keys. David checked twice.”“Good.” he answered with pleased toneWe pulled into the drive. David opened the door for us and stepped aside. The house smelled the same as always, wood and clean floors, but the air felt different. Too still.Kane carried the bag upstairs. I followed with the baby. In our room a bassinet stood near the bed. The closet door was open. Half the space had been cleared.“You did this last night?” I asked.“T
The baby slept against my chest for almost a full hour. His small body rose and fell with every soft breath. I kept one hand cupped around his back, feeling the heat of him through the thin blanket. The room stayed quiet except for the low beep of the monitors and the distant sound of carts rolling past in the hall.Kane sat in the chair beside the bed. He had not said much since I asked the question earlier. His elbows rested on his knees, hands clasped loose between them. He watched the baby more than he watched me.“You do not have to answer right now,” I said. My voice came out rough from the long hours.“I know.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “I just do not want to give you something that sounds like another clause. Another set of rules.”Elizabeth came in carrying a chart. She checked the numbers on the monitor, then looked at the baby still sleeping on me.“Vitals are good. He is a solid weight. You did well.”“Thank you,” I said.She turned to Kane. “You should
The lights in that hall were too bright. They made every face look sharp and tired at the same time. Barbara’s paper sat in the middle of the table like it owned the room. No one touched it. I stood a little behind Kane and watched the way her fingers kept curling and uncurling against the wood.Kane did not grab the paper. He opened his jacket, pulled out a thin folder and a small black recorder, and set them down with quiet care. His hands were steady. Mine were not.“That agreement is a forgery,” he said. His voice stayed even, almost soft. “I have the original draft. Different words. Different dates. And I have this.”He pressed play.Barbara’s own voice filled the hall. Clear. Cold. She talked about making a backup claim in case the surrogate became a problem. She talked about fixing signatures and shifting dates so everything looked clean. She spoke like the baby was already a piece of property that belonged to the firm.The recording stopped. The silence after it felt heavier t
The public lie kept spreading.Kane spent the next day locking down every remaining channel. I kept the private DNA folder with me at all times. David stayed close. The three guards never left the hallway.By evening Kane received the summons.“They want a formal meeting at the family estate,” he said. “Barbara. The rival representatives. The remaining board.”“They want to force a public answer,” I said.“Yes. And they want it on their ground.”“Then we go. And we take everything.”Kane looked at the folder in my hands. “You are sure?”“I am sure.”The drive to the Kane family estate was long and quiet. High walls. Long driveway. Lights that came on only when the cars passed. The main hall was already full when we arrived. Board members sat along one side of the long table. Two men from the rival firm sat near the front. Barbara stood at the head of the room in a dark coat, calm and ready.Kane walked in first. I followed with the folder and the collected pages. Every eye turned towa







