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2026-03-14 17:06:51
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The Bodyguards boy Reach
The screens told the story better than either of them needed to say out loud.Four of them, propped along the wall of the safehouse on cheap stands, each tuned to a different feed. Preston's stock, a jagged red line falling further every time Cassian glanced at it. A live shot of Ward Holdings' headquarters, employees filing out early, faces caught somewhere between shock and relief. A financial anchor practically shouting the word fraud like it was breaking news for the first time in the last twenty minutes. And on the fourth, looping without end, Cassian's own face, mid-sentence, delivering the apology that had already been clipped, captioned, and reposted more times than either of them could track.Adrian watched all four at once, arms crossed, expression unreadable in the way it always was when he was actually pleased and didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing it."It's working," he said finally."It's working," Cassian agreed,
The Bodyguards boy Weight
Rowan hadn't sat down since the video ended.He'd meant to. Taryn had actually pulled a chair out for him at one point, gently, the way you'd nudge someone toward rest after they'd been standing too long at a hospital bedside. He'd looked at the chair, then kept pacing instead, because sitting felt like agreeing to slow down, and slowing down felt like giving grief room to catch up with him again.It had been circling all night. He could feel it, patient and enormous, waiting just outside whatever version of himself he was currently running on the version built entirely out of next step, next step, next step because the moment he stopped moving long enough to actually feel any of this, he wasn't sure what would be left standing."You should eat something," Taryn said, not for the first time."I'm fine.""You've said that every time I've asked, which is generally how I know you're not."He didn't answer that. He was watch
The Bodyguards boy Silence
Sloane hadn't meant to have the television on. She'd been sorting through old photographs in the sitting room, the kind of quiet ritual she used to do at the end of long days back when Cassian was small and the house still had the shape of a whole family in it, and she'd turned the set on simply for noise, something to fill a house that had felt too empty for a year now.She hadn't expected her son's voice to fill it instead.For a moment, she thought she'd imagined it. Grief did that sometimes, still, even now conjured him in doorways, in half-heard voices down hallways, in a laugh from a stranger on the street that made her turn too fast, too hopeful, only to be wrong again.This wasn't wrong."My name is Cassian Wesley," the recording said, and Sloane's hand found the arm of the chair before her knees fully understood they needed the support.She didn't move for the entire video. Didn't breathe evenly through any of it. She sat, one hand pressed
The Bodyguards boy Cornered
The television in the common room wasn't supposed to be on this time of day. Julian noted that immediately noted, too, that none of the guards had bothered to turn it off, which told him more about how tonight would go than anything actually being said on screen."...disturbing new footage allegedly shows Ward Holdings' Julian Ward directly ordering the assassination attempt on Cassian Wesley..."He watched his own face fill the screen. Not a photograph. Footage. Grainy, long-lens, but unmistakably him, standing on a bridge he remembered vividly, saying words he remembered saying."It's done, right?"Julian didn't move. Didn't blink. A lifetime of controlling every visible reaction on his face held, even now, even with his own voice playing back to a room full of men who already hated him for entirely different reasons.Inside, something colder was already calculating.Recorded. Someone was there. Someone followed me.The footage cut to Marcus Kade's face captured separately, garage
The Bodyguards boy Collapse
The first headline reached Preston before his assistant did.He read it standing at his own window, the city stretched out below him the way it always was, except now every light in it felt like an eye.WESLEY PATRIARCH ACCUSED OF BURYING SON'S MURDER INVESTIGATION TO PROTECT CORRUPT EMPIRE.He read it twice. Not because he doubted it. Because some old, stubborn part of him still expected the words to rearrange themselves into something survivable.They didn't.His phone hadn't stopped vibrating in eleven minutes. He'd stopped looking at the screen after the fortieth missed call.The office door opened without a knock. His chief of staff, Marion, normally unshakeable, looked like she'd aged five years walking down the hall."Board's requesting an emergency session," she said. "Within the hour.""Tell them I'm unavailable.""Preston." Her voice cracked slightly on his name, which was somehow worse than the headli
The Bodyguards boy Fallout
Lennox's laptop pinged three times in quick succession, then went quiet, like even the machine understood the weight of what had just landed."Rowan." Lennox's voice had changed. Flatter. Careful. "You need to see this."Rowan crossed the room already knowing it was bad. Taryn got there half a step ahead of him and stopped cold, staring at the screen like it might rearrange itself into something less true if she waited long enough.It didn't.The video was already live. Already spreading. A timestamp in the corner ticked upward in real time, view counts climbing in a way that meant this wasn't leaking it was being deployed.Cassian's voice, calm and unhurried, filled the room.Rowan's chest went tight before a single word registered."My name is Cassian Wesley," the recording said. "A year ago, the world was told I died. I let them believe it, because for a long time, it was safer than the alternative."Taryn's hand found the edge of the desk.Lennox didn't move at all."I want to te
The Bodyguards boy The Hangover
Cassian woke with a sour taste in his mouth, an aching head, and the distant, humiliating memory of being protected. Again.The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet. Sunlight stabbed through the tall windows like punishment. He groaned and sat up, squinting at the floor scattered with designer clothes, h
The Bodyguards boy Trial by fire
Cassian Wexley never turned down an invitation to be seen.So naturally, the night after Rowan Maddox entered his world like a walking threat in black boots and bad moods, Cassian decided it was the perfect time to cause a scene.He didn’t tell Rowan where they were going only that he was expected.
The Bodyguards boy The fixer
Rowan Maddox didn’t like babysitting billionaires’ sons.He liked control. Schedules. Predictability. People who followed orders and didn’t come with PR teams, club scandals, or designer addictions.So when his phone rang that morning private number, clipped voice on the line, offer too large to be
The Bodyguards boy Public property
“Your son is trending. Again.”Taryn Hollis didn’t flinch as she spoke. She’d worked for Preston Wexley long enough to know that flinching only made things worse.She placed the tablet on his glass desk with two fingers, like she was dropping a bomb. And in many ways, she was.Preston looked up fro
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