Se connecter"Are you serious right now?"Ryan’s voice cut through the garden like heat through glass.I turned before I could stop myself. He was already marching toward me, dress shirt wrinkled like he'd barely left his office before chasing after me. The sun was nearly gone, shadows stretching across the stone path behind him.He stopped two feet away, breath uneven. His eyes dropped to my face, like checking to see if I was okay. But that wasn’t what this was.“I saw you,” he said tightly. “With Carl.”I blinked. “So?”“So why the hell do you keep giving him audience? I’ve told you a hundred times.. he’s a snake, Lucia. He’s not someone you sit with in a garden like it’s casual. He gets in your head.”“He didn’t have to get in my head,” I snapped. “He just opened his mouth.”Ryan’s brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”“Oh, don’t worry,” I said, my voice going sharper than I meant. “I got the warning. Again. ‘Carl’s a snake.’ ‘Carl’s dangerous.’ But the thing is, Ryan... you didn’t say anyth
Really?” I said, dry. No energy to mask it.Carl didn’t flinch. Just gave that same smirk like he was enjoying himself.He eased down into one of the garden chairs, arms draped along the sides like he belonged there. “You know,” he said, glancing up at me, “since we’re alone, I figured I should let you in on a few things.”I folded my arms. “You always show up when I don’t ask for you.”“Coincidence,” he said. “Mostly.”“I’m not interested, Carl.”“You sure?”“Positive.”He sat back, fingers tapping on the chair arm. “You always shut me down before I say anything.”“Because you don’t say anything. You stir, you poke. You talk like you know things just to mess with people.”He tilted his head, studying me. “Still mad about last time?”I blinked slowly. “You made a joke about my mother. So yeah, I’m still mad.”He lifted a hand like surrender. “Fair.”I exhaled, already tired of whatever game this was turning into. “Look, I’m not in the mood. I have too much on my plate to let you make
I didn’t knock.I didn’t pause or take a breath or think about how it would look barging into the sitting room like that, barefoot, tablet in hand, barely even dressed.Ryan was on a call, sleeves rolled up, a whisky glass untouched on the table beside him. He looked up when I came in, eyes scanning me fast.. confused first, then alert.“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone, and ended the call.I tossed the tablet onto the table between us.“The fuck is this?”He blinked once. Looked down.The image was still open on the screen. Bright and sharp.Us, in the closet.Kissing.His jaw tightened. “Where did you get that?”“Don’t ask me like you don’t know,” I snapped. “It was emailed to me. No name, no subject. Just that.”He stood slowly. “When?”“Ten minutes ago.”His eyes stayed on the photo, like he was trying to memorize every detail.I crossed my arms. “You’re not even surprised.”“I’m furious,” he said calmly. “There’s a difference.”“You don’t look furious.”“I don’t perfo
Ryan read the letter once.Then again.He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. The thick boardroom envelope sat open on his desk, the Graham Holdings seal still pressed into the flap. Straight from his grandfather.Subject: Image Rehabilitation Directive.Action Required: Coordinated Visual CampaignDeadline: 48 hoursHis fingers tensed slightly at the final paragraph:A proof-of-affection campaign will be carried out at the estate. Intimate, private. Images will be released to the press. You are expected to comply. No substitutes. No delay.His grandfather had signed it himself. In black ink, underlined.Ryan leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowed. The audacity. No conversation. No consent. Just another line they were expected to toe.He glanced out his office window. Midtown buzzed below. From here, it all looked manageable. But it wasn’t.His mind circled back to Lily’s words. You're out of time.Decide how far you’re willing to go.She knew this was coming. Maybe she helped push it.He
I still wasn’t used to the suits.Not the tailored navy one I was wearing, or the man sitting across from me in the back of the car in a gray Tom Ford jacket that probably cost more than my last apartment. My heels were pinching, my blouse was too crisp, and the quiet hum of the car felt louder than it should’ve.Ryan hadn’t said a word since we left the house. Typical.The driver took a smooth left turn, city buildings blurring past the tinted windows.I crossed one leg over the other, looked out the window, then back at him. His phone sat untouched beside him, and he was checking his watch. He looked calm. But I knew better.“You didn’t tell me.”He looked up. “Tell you what?”“That I’d be sitting in this car on a Monday morning headed to work… as an employee of Graham Corporation.”He let out a faint smirk, like he’d been waiting for me to say something.“That wasn’t in the contract, Ryan.”“I know.”I stared at him.He didn’t elaborate. Just leaned back in his seat.“That’s it?”
Lucia didn’t know what hit her faster.. Ryan’s hand locking around her wrist or the speed at which he pulled her away.He didn’t say a word to Marissa. Didn’t offer her a nod or a single glance. Just turned, face unreadable, and led Lucia out of the lobby and down the front steps of the Graham Corporation building like the air behind them had caught fire.The car door slammed shut a second after they climbed in.The silence burned louder than anything.Lucia stared straight ahead for a moment, heart still thumping from the sudden exit. She hadn’t even processed who the woman was.. just the tone, the smirk, the way she looked her up and down like she already knew how this story ended.Ryan started the car.Lucia turned toward him.“You’re not going to say anything?”He didn’t answer.“Ryan.”Still nothing.She folded her arms, forcing calm into her voice. “Who was that?”His jaw clenched. Then, without looking at her, he muttered, “Marissa Hale.”Lucia blinked. “Am I supposed to kno







