LOGIN“Uncle Jonathan!”
Tristan shot out of the pool like a rocket, water splashing everywhere as he ran straight into the arms of a tall, blond man standing at the edge.
Jonathan laughed and lifted him easily, like Tristan weighed nothing at all.
Jonathan Whitmore, Franklin’s longtime friend. A world-renowned lawyer with a flawless record, the kind of man judges respected and opponents feared. He never lost a case. Not once.
And yet, Franklin had never
Ever since her divorce, Cassie had grown used to handling everything on her own, building her life piece by piece without leaning on anyone, making decisions independently because she had no other choice, but now things were different in a way she couldn’t ignore.She was married again, and even though she was more than capable of continuing the same way she always had, there was a quiet part of her that no longer wanted to carry everything alone.She looked at the box for a moment longer before shaking her head gently. “No,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I want my husband to be there before I open it. Thank you, Mom and Dad.”Corrine nodded, a subtle sense of relief passing through her expression as she accepted that decision, though the concern in her eyes didn’t completely fade.No matter how things appeared on the surface, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Frederick might end up telling Sienna everythi
Frederick reacted almost instantly, moving toward his daughter with urgency written all over him, his focus locked on Rose as he tried to close the distance between them, but just as he got close enough to reach her, Cassie rose to her feet and walked away, creating a distance between them in a way that wasn’t loud or aggressive, yet still impossible to ignore.That single action created a clear boundary, one that forced Frederick to stop short, and for a brief moment, something unfamiliar and hollow settled deep in his chest, like he had just been quietly shut out of a space he once belonged in.Still, he pushed past that feeling, softening his expression as he looked down at Rose and spoke gently, determined not to let anything else upset her.“Sweetheart, I would never send you to a boarding house, okay?” he said, his voice steady and reassuring, the kind that used to calm her instantly. “Wherever I am, that’s where you’ll
Frederick ended the call so fast it almost felt like he was trying to cut off more than just the conversation, his hand tightening slightly around his phone before he lowered it and turned toward Sienna, his expression guarded.“How long have you been standing there?” he asked, his tone sharper than usual, carrying an edge of unease he couldn’t quite hide.“I just got here,” Sienna replied, though her eyes lingered on his face like she was trying to read everything he wasn’t saying. “But I definitely heard you say you made a mistake, so don’t brush me off. What’s going on?”Frederick shook his head almost immediately, like he had already decided there was no version of this conversation he was willing to have. “It’s nothing,” he said, forcing his voice to stay even. “Dad is doing better now, so we’ll be able to go home soon.”Sienna didn’t respond right a
Franklin had been in the middle of celebrating Scarlet’s pregnancy, riding that rare kind of high that made everything feel lighter, brighter, almost unreal, when his phone suddenly started ringing and cut straight through the moment.He didn’t even hesitate at first, already smiling to himself as he reached for it, fully expecting to see Cassie’s name on the screen, but the second his eyes landed on Frederick’s name instead, that excitement dimmed just a little, replaced by a faint crease between his brows, though he still answered without letting it ring a second longer.“Frank, you won’t believe what Mom just told me.”Something in Frederick’s tone immediately pulled Franklin out of his celebratory mood, grounding him, and making him sit up straighter, his expression tightening with curiosity as well as concern. “What did she tell you?” he asked, his voice steady but edged with interest.&ldqu
The name lingered in Cassie’s mind long after Corrine said it, echoing louder with every passing second until it became impossible to ignore.The Blackridge Maritime Group.It wasn’t just some distant company she had vaguely heard about. It was one of those names that carried weight everywhere, the kind that came up in business conversations with a tone of respect and caution, the kind that didn’t just exist but dominated. And she remembered something else too, something that made her chest tighten as the realization tried to form.There had never been a confirmed CEO, only an acting one.Drake Conner, the assistant CEO who had been running things in place of someone who had never stepped forward to claim the position.Her thoughts spiraled quickly after that, questions piling over each other faster than she could organize them.Was Drake her brother?Her cousin?The weight of it all pressed down on her, heavy
Corrine’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she looked at Adrian, her voice soft but filled with quiet pride as she explained what had happened.“It was Cassie,” she said warmly. “She’s the one who brought Doctor Nathaniel Cross here to perform your surgery.”Adrian’s expression shifted immediately, something deeper than relief settling into his features as his eyes searched the room instinctively.“And where is she?” he asked, his voice still weak but carrying urgency.Corrine didn’t hesitate as she turned to go get her, but before she could take more than a few steps, Frederick moved as well, falling in behind her without asking.Sebastian noticed immediately, his expression tightening as he moved as if to block him, but before he could act, Cassie gave a small shake of her head.“It’s his father too,” she said quietly, her tone calm but final.Sebastian
The VIP booth fell into an abrupt, unnatural silence. Even the pounding bass from the speakers outside seemed to dull, as though the room itself had decided to listen. Glasses hovered midair. Smiles froze.Lucien was the first to speak, his brows drawn together in confusion. “What ar
When Franklin called Frederick upon his arrival in Chicago, he expected a brief exchange, logistics, pleasantries, nothing more. Instead, Frederick informed him that Rose was at the mansion.Franklin did not hesitate. He rerouted immediately, Jonathan silently buckling in beside him as the
“I loved Sienna,” Alex said quietly. “From the depths of my heart.”His fingers were laced together so tightly his knuckles had gone white. “I had plans for us. A future. We were childhood sweethearts, if you understand what that means.”Both Fran
The silence thickened until it felt almost tangible, pressing in on Sienna from all sides. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she tried to calculate quickly, desperately, how much Franklin truly knew.If the truth came out, it would not just embarrass her. It would ruin her. Completely







