Mag-log inGrant hauled Nora toward the emergency exit, locked the security door behind them, and pinned her against the wall.Fury and frustration warred plainly across his face, but the woman in front of him was still, somewhere underneath all of it, the one he loved most so he forced himself to hold back."Harborcrest Docks matters to me, Nora. Stop playing games with this."The docks mattered to more than just Grant; they represented the last major government-controlled port left in a city where private ownership had steadily taken over the waterfront in recent years. Every serious player in the industry wanted a piece of this deal, and competition had been brutal from the start.Grant hadn't taken the shipping company seriously at first, not until he realized he couldn't dig up a single detail on who was actually running it.Now everything has changed. If Nora was behind it, the entire calculation shifted.Pinned against the cold wall, Nora remained entirely unmoved by his display. "What ex
Nora, chin lifted, felt heat rush to her face at the sudden charge in the air and pulled back fast, working to smother the flicker of panic in her own eyes."No."Weston's smile only deepened, though he let the moment pass without pushing further. "Take me home, Miss Amanda."She didn't argue. She climbed in first, waited for him to settle into the passenger seat and buckle in, then started the engine.Whether it was the alcohol catching up with him or simple exhaustion, Weston reclined his seat and closed his eyes for the ride.Neither of them spoke a word the entire way. Only once they reached his building did he finally open his eyes again.He took in the familiar surroundings, then turned his gaze fully on her. "I'll be expecting good news from you tomorrow, Miss Amanda."Nora kept one hand on the wheel, a faint smile curving her mouth. "Thank you, Weston."He said nothing more, just opened the door and stepped out.---By the time Nora made it home, it was well past nine.The ent
The next day, Nora made her way back to Meridian City.Worried Eleanor might retaliate again, she brought Helen along with her. With two of them now, staying in a hotel no longer made sense, so she rented an apartment and moved in that same day.Sharing a space with Helen still felt awkward in ways she couldn't quite shake, but at least Helen kept a low profile, gone during the day, back only to sleep, some days barely crossing paths at all.---Before long, the day of the Harborcrest bid arrived.Nora gave the entire company the afternoon off, a chance to rest and reset before tomorrow's decisive moment.She stayed behind herself, working alone until evening. By the time she finally left the office and settled into her car, her phone rang the second she'd buckled her seatbelt.She glanced at the name on the screen and let it ring a few extra seconds before answering.She cleared her throat. "Mr. Blackwood. Something you need?"His voice came through low and unmistakably pleased with
Nora stared at Helen, eyes wide with shock, her expression frozen solid.Eleanor's voice tore through the silence. "Lies! What, you needed him to force you? You're the one who threw yourself at him, and now you want to flip the story?"Miles helped a trembling, exhausted Helen to her feet and guided her toward Eleanor.Years of suppressed resolve steadied Helen's voice as she made her case. "Everything I said is true. I never seduced Walter. He forced himself on me back then"Eleanor lunged again, hand raised, but this time Nora blocked her before it could land.She stepped fully between them, voice cold. "Mrs. Ashford. That's enough."With that settled, Nora helped Helen up, her tone softening without quite meaning to. "I'll take you to a hospital."Tears welled in Helen's eyes. She managed a small, choked "okay," and the three of them left Eleanor standing there.---At the nearest hospital, doctors confirmed the damage was largely superficial and painful, but nothing life-threateni
For reasons she couldn't fully explain, Nora hadn't managed to let go of what Helen had done all those years ago, not even now, when she'd convinced herself this woman no longer mattered to her.The moment Miles called with the news that Eleanor had shown up with people in tow, something in Nora's chest seized up entirely.She couldn't wait around for him to come get her. They agreed to drive separately and meet in Millbrook.The whole drive there, she kept her foot nearly to the floor, and still felt like time itself was working against her.Sixty miles. Why does sixty miles feel like it's stretching on forever?Frustration and dread churned together as she watched the distance counter tick down with agonizing slowness.---Millbrook sat sixty miles outside Meridian City. Since her release from prison, Helen had built a quiet, unremarkable life there.She'd picked up the phone to call Nora more times than she could count. Every single time, she'd hung up before actually dialing.She
Miles hesitated, and when he finally reached the crucial part, he looked up to meet Nora's eyes. "The other sample was Walter Ashford's."Walter Ashford?The news landed like a physical blow. Nora went rigid, frozen in place.Nearly ten minutes passed in silence, her breathing growing shallower by the second.Her brow furrowed sharply, eyes gone dark and bottomless enough to freeze anything they landed on.She stared at nothing for a long stretch before finally lifting her coffee and taking a long, deliberate swallow, an obvious attempt to mask the storm building underneath."And?" she asked.Miles pressed his lips together. "The results confirm it. You and Walter are biological father and daughter."Whatever fragile hope she'd been holding onto shattered completely. Her hand shook around the cup, coffee sloshing over the rim and down her front.I should have seen this coming.Helen had been barely twenty when she'd left her hometown for Meridian City, taking a job as a maid in the As







