LOGINNerissa's POVThe mansion felt livelier after William and Lily returned from their holiday. They had spent the morning telling us about the places they'd visited, while Lily moved from one room to another with the energy of someone making up for being away, checking on the flowers, asking the staff what she had missed, and complaining that William had packed far too much for a trip that had apparently been perfect anyway. The children were even happier to have them back. Maya had barely left Lily's side since breakfast, while Noah and Luna had already found several reasons to follow William around the house.By late morning, I found myself looking for Vance.I expected to find him in his office, but when I passed the study, I caught the sound of Ethan's laughter through the half-open door. I paused long enough to look inside and found Vance sitting at the long table with his laptop open, several documents spread beside it, while Ethan was on the rug surrounded by wooden blocks.Vance
I lowered my eyes to my cup. “You already heard most of it yesterday.”“I heard the facts.” His voice was quiet, but more deliberate than before. “I want to know the rest.”I turned the cup slowly between my hands, watching the ice shift inside. “My father died when I was young. There isn't much more to tell.”“What do you remember?”I thought about it for a moment, searching through memories that had grown thinner with time. “Not enough. I remember pieces of him. His hands. His voice sometimes, although I'm not sure if that's actually my memory anymore or something my grandfather told me often enough that I started imagining it.” A faint smile touched my lips. “I remember waiting for my grandfather to visit and listening to him talk about my father.”Sam didn't interrupt, so I continued.“When you're a child, you don't really understand what it means to grow up without someone. You just notice that other children have fathers and you don't. My grandfather was the closest thing I had t
The day after our conversation with Adrian felt nothing like the evening before. There were no business advisers waiting for us, no messages from my mother, and no reason for either of us to discuss Ashworth or the marriage. Sam had decided that since we were technically on our honeymoon, we were going to spend the day doing absolutely nothing useful. I hadn't argued.We had walked along the waterfront for most of the morning, stopped at a small café for lunch, and wandered through the market afterward without buying much. Sam had somehow managed to turn even choosing where to eat into an argument, mostly because he insisted I took too long to decide and I insisted he changed his mind every five minutes.By the time we reached the open park near the water, the afternoon sun had softened, and I was beginning to think the day might actually remain peaceful.Then Sam stopped walking.I took another step before realizing he wasn't beside me anymore. When I turned, he was staring across the
Adrian shifted the conversation toward Ashworth, asking how I was handling everything since my grandfather's death. I told him it was busy but manageable and explained that I was still reviewing Philip's investments with the advisers who had worked with him.“Your grandfather spent decades building those holdings,” Adrian said. “He was never interested in collecting companies just for the sake of it. Horizon, the environmental projects, the healthcare investments—he put his money behind things he thought would matter years from now.”“That was my grandfather.”Adrian nodded. “And now you're carrying the position he spent decades building. You're the largest Ashworth shareholder, whether you're ready for it or not.”I lowered my eyes to the table. “That's the problem. Everyone seems to think I should already know exactly what I'm doing.”“You didn't exactly have time to learn slowly,” he said. “Your grandfather was gone, your mother expected you to step into the role, and suddenly every
“I don't think Sam has a problem with you being here.”The words came out before Sam could answer, and both men turned toward me. I set my glass down and tried to keep my expression casual. “Sam isn't the kind of person who holds grudges just because someone has made things complicated in the past. If you interrupted our dinner, he'd probably just see it as an interruption.”Sam's eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn't contradict me. Adrian glanced at him. “Is that so?”Sam gave a small shrug. “She's probably right.”That seemed to satisfy Adrian. He leaned back in his chair, and for a moment, I thought the subject was settled. Instead, his attention returned to me.“When was the last time you spoke to your mother?”I hadn't expected the question. “Before the wedding.”“She hasn't called?”“She sent a few messages, and I replied.” I glanced down at my plate. “We haven't actually spoken.”Adrian nodded slowly. “She's still upset.”“She'll get over it.” I tried to sound more certain tha
“Maybe it was because it was you.”I didn't know how to respond to that.Sam rubbed his thumb over his knuckle and looked down before adding quietly, “You've been around me for five years, Caleste. I got used to having you there. You became familiar to me. Not just because you're my friend. I know you. Or at least…”He hesitated, then gave a small shrug. “I know you better than I know most people.”My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. I lowered my eyes, letting his words settle somewhere I didn't want to examine too closely.“Yeah,” I said after a moment, keeping my gaze on the glass. “Because I'm your friend. Naturally.”“Maybe.”Neither of us said anything after that. Sam leaned back in his chair while I took another sip of water, and after a moment, he glanced toward the clock before looking back at me.“Are you hungry?”“A little.”“Then let's have dinner together.” He pushed himself to his feet and reached for his jacket. “There's a restaurant downstairs. We don't have







