ANMELDENSelene woke to the smell of coffee.
She padded into the kitchen, draped in her silk robe, still wrapped in the tender haze of sleep. Then she halted—frozen. Avalon stood by the espresso machine, clad in sweatpants and a plain white tee, the casualness of his attire belying an undeniable elegance. Their eyes met, and for a suspended heartbeat, the world held its breath; neither stirred, caught in an intimate silence that spoke volumes.
“Morning,” he said finally.
“Morning.” She tugged her robe tighter. “You made coffee?”
“Mrs Liu has Sundays off.” He handed her a cup. “Two sugars, no cream.”
He remembered. The fact that he still remembered after everything made something twist in her chest.
“Thank you.”
They stood in the kitchen, silence stretching. This was new. Yesterday, he held her while she cried. Today they were supposed to act like… what? Partners? Something neither knew how to be.
“We should talk,” Avalon said. “About the board meeting.”
“Okay.”
“Margaret is on our side, but there are seven other board members, and Marcus has been working on them.” He leaned against the counter. “We need to be prepared. About our relationship and the timeline.”
“What kind of questions?”
“How we reconnected, why did we get married so quickly? Whether this is legitimate.” His gaze held hers. “They’ll be looking for inconsistencies.”
Selene nodded, trying to ignore how domestic this felt—standing in the kitchen with coffee, discussing problems together.
“We should practice,” she said. “Until we can do it without thinking.”
“Good idea.” He checked his watch. “I have to make a few calls this afternoon. We can run through scenarios tonight.”
“Dinner?”
“I thought we could eat here. Together.” His voice faltered, laced with uncertainty. “Unless—”
“No. Here is fine.” She cut him off softly.
A fragile silence settled between them.
“Selene.” His voice softened, dropping into a quiet earnestness. “When you told me about Maya yesterday, I want you to truly understand—I meant every word. Whatever happens between us, I won’t let your sister suffer.”
“I know.”. Despite everything, Avalon wasn’t cruel. “Thank you.”
He nodded, started to leave, then paused. “Also, I have a friend, Dr Sarah Chen, she is Margaret’s sister-in-law. She’s one of the top oncologists at UCSF. I’m having her review Maya’s case.”
Selene’s throat tightened. “You don’t have to—”
“I know. I’m doing it anyway.” His expression was unreadable. “Maya deserves every advantage.”
He left before she could respond.
Selene stood alone in the kitchen, holding her coffee, feeling the walls between them shift in ways she couldn’t quite name.
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The email arrived at 3:47 PM on what had seemed like an ordinary Sunday afternoon.
Avalon was reviewing quarterly projections when his phone chimed unexpectedly. Unknown sender. Subject: “Information regarding your wife.”
His finger hovered over delete. Probably spam, curiosity made him open it cautiously.
*Mr. Pierce,*
*I work for your uncle and have been instructed to investigate your marriage. While I cannot share my findings directly, I felt compelled to provide you with a date: March 15, 2014.*
*Hospital records are sealed, but admission logs are public information.*
*Why am I telling you this? Because I know when someone is being used. Your uncle has no interest in the truth. Only leverage.*
*This is the only communication you’ll receive from me.*
Avalon stared at the screen, his heart pounding.
March 15, 2014.
The date meant nothing to him. Three days later, Selene had stopped answering his calls. What had happened?
He pulled up his old calendar. March 2014. He’d been in finals, working on Nexus, trying to understand why Selene had vanished.
March 15th—he’d been at a pitch meeting. He remembered because he’d bombed it, too distracted.
He opened a new browser, searched for San Francisco General’s public records portal. Found the form. Hesitated.
Did he really want to know?
His phone rang. Marcus.
He let it go to voicemail, but the message made his blood run cold:
“Avalon, wanted to give you a heads up. I’ve come across interesting information about your wife. Medical information from ten years ago. I think the board would find it illuminating, see you Thursday nephew.”
Avalon’s hands tightened. Marcus had something. Something from March 2014. Something he doesn’t have, what could it be?
He pulled up the portal again. Submitted the request for admission logs from March 15, 2014. It would take twenty-four hours.
Just a day, to wonder what secrets Selene had been carrying.
He found her in the living room, reading. She looked up when he entered, and something in his expression made her set down her book.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to ask you something, I also need you to be honest.” He sat across from her. “What happened on March 15, 2014?”
The colour drained from her face. “What?”
“March 15, 2014. Three days after you stopped talking to me.” He leaned forward. “Marcus has information from that date. He’s planning to use it at the board meeting.”
Selene’s hands shook. She pressed them together.
“I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Both.” Her voice broke. “Please, Avalon. Don’t ask me this.”
“I have to. Whatever Marcus has, I need to be prepared.”
“You’ll hate me.”
“Tell me.”
“I can’t.” Tears streamed down her face. "At least not yet. Just trust me.”
“Trust you? You’re asking me to walk into that board meeting blind while Marcus has ammunition.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But if I tell you now, like this, it’ll destroy everything.” She stood, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “I need more time please.”
“We don’t have time! The meeting is in four days!”
“I know!” She was crying openly now. “Don’t you think I know that? But I can’t—I need to find the right way, and this isn’t it.”
Avalon stared at her, frustration and deep concern warring in his chest. She looked absolutely terrified. Not of him, but of whatever dark truth she was hiding deep inside.
“Fine,” he said finally, his voice heavy. “You have until Wednesday night. After that, I’m going into that meeting whether you’ve told me or not.”
She nodded, unable to speak through her tears.
He left her there, crying alone in the darkness, and returned to his study to wait impatiently for records that would change everything between them.
POV: Selene CastellanoThey got home to find Maya at the apartment.She was sitting on the floor with Elena on the play mat, talking to her niece about something that had clearly been going on for a while given the depth of Elena’s attention.Maya looked up when they came in.“Sit down,” she said. “Both of you. I’ll make coffee. Someone tell me what happened.”“My father filed a civil claim against me,” Selene said.Maya went very still.“He’s alive,” Selene said. “He’s in Fresno and Daniel Reyes found him.”The apartment was completely silent except for Elena making a small sound on the play mat.Maya stood up slowly.She crossed to Selene and looked at her for a long moment.Then she said: “That man has taken enough from us.”“Yes,” Selene said.“He doesn’t get this too,” Maya said. “He doesn’t get the foundation or Elena or any of it.”“No,” Selene said.“Margaret,” Maya said. Looking at Avalon. “Today.”“Already called,” Avalon said.“Good,” Maya said. She looked at Selene. “We en
POV: Selene CastellanoDavid Kim had Daniel Reyes's photograph on his desk before they sat down. Which meant he’d already known.Which meant Philip Cross wasn’t the only one watching the theatre that night.“You already have him,” Avalon said. “We’ve had him under surveillance for three weeks,” Kim said. “Since the Vantara approach became public. The timing was too convenient. A board member initiating an acquisition conversation timed around a birth.” He looked between them. “We wanted to understand the full scope before we moved.”“What’s the full scope?” Selene asked.Kim opened the folder.“Daniel Reyes has been working with a group of the original Pierce Holdings investors for fourteen months,” he said. “People who believe the foundation’s displacement bond acknowledgement opens them to civil liability. They’ve been funding a coordinated effort to discredit the foundation before any lawsuits can be filed.”“Sandra Cole,” Selene said.“One piece,” Kim said. “The Vantara approach
POV: Avalon PierceThe photograph was grainy.Taken from a distance, Philip Cross clearly tried not to be seen while he took it, the theatre lights catching the subject’s face at an angle that made identification difficult but not impossible. Not impossible because Avalon had looked at this face across a boardroom table for four years.“Daniel Reyes,” he said.“Yes,” Selene said.“He was at the theatre,” Avalon said. “After, I removed him from the board.”“Three days after,” Selene said.“He wasn’t there for the ceremony,” Avalon said. “He knew about Sandra Cole and he sent her.”Selene looked at him.“He initiated the Vantara approach,” she said slowly. “He gave them the timing around Elena’s birth and when that failed he found another angle.”“Sandra Cole,” Avalon said. “The medical records, blackmail.”“He’s been running two strategies simultaneously,” Selene said. “Vantara for the company. Sandra for the foundation.”“And when Vantara failed publicly and Sandra withdrew,” Avalon
POV: Selene CastellanoFive weeks after Elena came home, life became something Selene didn’t have a word for yet.Normal implied returning to something. This was new. A different texture entirely. Days that had the shape of two people learning a third person who had very clear opinions about everything and no capacity yet to express them in language, which meant every cry was a translation problem and every solved translation felt like winning something significant.She was standing at the kitchen window at 6 AM with Elena against her shoulder, the city just beginning outside, when Avalon appeared behind her and put his hands on her waist and his chin on her shoulder and they stood like that looking at the morning together.“She’s asleep,” Selene said quietly.“I know,” he said. “Don’t move.”“I wasn’t going to move,” she said.“Good,” he said.They stood very still.Elena breathed against Selene’s neck with the total commitment of someone who had exhausted herself communicating very
POV: Avalon PierceSelene sat very still across the table.“Diana,” she said.“Diana,” he said.“She didn’t mean for this to happen,” Selene said.“No,” he said. “But it happened.”“Someone in the prosecutor’s office sold information from a sealed federal file,” she said. “Information about our daughter.”“Yes,” he said.She looked at the table.At her hands carrying the wedding ring he’d put on her finger because a dead woman’s will had decided they should be in the same room.“I’m not angry at Diana,” she said. “I want to be. I’m just—tired. I’m tired of the edges of our lives being populated by people who mean well and cause damage anyway.”“I know,” he said.“The center holds,” she said. But it came out differently than it usually did. It's quieter, like she was checking rather than declaring.He reached across the table.“The center holds,” he said. She looked at him.“Sandra Cole,” she said. “What do we do?”“We don’t pay her,” he said. “We never pay her.”“Then she releases wh
POV: Avalon PierceThe woman in the photograph was standing outside the Herbst Theatre with a phone pressed to her ear and a folder under her arm, confident she hadn’t been seen.Avalon knew her, not very well.Her name was Sandra Cole.She’d worked at Pierce Holdings twelve years ago, she was a junior counsel in the legal department. Competent and quiet, she was the kind of person who absorbed information without appearing to and who left the company after eighteen months without explanation or reference request.He’d forgotten she existed until right now.“How does she connect to the blackmail,” he said.“Cross traced the anonymous contact back to her through the payment method,” Patricia said. “She used a cryptocurrency wallet she thought was untraceable. It wasn’t.” She paused. “Cross says she’s been building a file on the foundation for eight months. She also has connections to three of the original investors who are worried about civil liability.”“She’s working for them,” Avalo
POV: Selene CastellanoHe picked her up off the kitchen floor.He didn't make a big deal out of it, he just stood up, held out his hand, and when she took it, he pulled her up and held on tight.“Where are we going,” she said.“Nowhere specific.”He guided her to the bedroom, where he gently opened
POV: Avalon PierceJames read the text over Avalon’s shoulder.Let James know that I'm aware he's stepped down, but that's not important right now. I have something that I think he's going to want even more than being on the board, and I'm willing to use it to get what I want from him.His jaw tigh
POV: Selene CastellanoShe didn’t sleep.She laid in the dark running through six weeks of conversations. Every word James had said. Every question he’d asked. Every time he’d leaned forward and listened like nothing else mattered.All of it potentially something else.By morning she had a plan.Sh
POV: Avalon PierceThe file arrived at 4:47 PM.Forty-three pages.He was sitting at his desk, going through the files, one by one, completely absorbed in them. Selene was standing in the doorway, asking him questions, but he just gave her brief, one-word answers, because he needed to focus on what







