LOGINNadia’s POVI knew Collins was not calling me out of concern for my well-being.The moment I saw his message asking when I would be available to discuss the messages I had received, I understood that Dennis had sent him. My husband rarely involved himself in anything without a reason, and if he had instructed Collins to speak with me, then there was something he wanted to know.I stared at the message for several minutes before replying.*I can meet you tomorrow afternoon. Let me know where.*Collins responded almost immediately with the name of a quiet restaurant and a time. I accepted without asking why he couldn't simply speak to me over the phone. Whatever questions he had, I would rather answer them while watching his face than through a conversation I could not control.The following afternoon, I arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early. I chose a table near the window, ordered a bottle of water, and checked my appearance using the reflection on my phone. I had barely slept
Dennis’s POV I was halfway through reviewing the revised proposal for Lennox Global when Collins walked into my office with a folder in his hand. From the expression on his face, I could tell he had something important to report, and I immediately put the document aside. “Have you found anything?” He placed the folder on my desk. “We have made some progress with the investigation into the anonymous messages. We still haven't identified the sender, but we've established that the person has access to information connected to Norman's childhood records.” I opened the folder and examined the documents he had brought. “That's hardly surprising. Whoever is behind those messages knows enough about the investigation to understand which discoveries could create problems for certain people. What I want to know is how they obtained that information.” “We're looking into the people who had access to the original records and the individuals who have recently been contacted by Norman's legal
Genevieve’s POV I watched Norman as he sat beside me, his attention divided between our conversation and the phone he had placed on the bedside table. He had tried to appear relaxed since arriving, but I knew him well enough to recognize when something was troubling him. The mention of Dennis and the investigation into his childhood had changed his mood, even though he had done his best not to let it affect our time together. I gently ran my fingers over the back of his hand. “You know you don't have to pretend everything is fine whenever you're with me, don't you?” He turned toward me. “I wasn't pretending.” “You've been staring at your phone as though you're expecting someone to announce that the world is ending.” A small smile appeared on his face. “I'm waiting for Adrian to get back to me. That's all.” “Then perhaps you should put the phone away until he does. Whatever information he has will still be there in an hour.” He considered my suggestion before turning the phone
Norman’s POVI had spent most of the morning reviewing documents with Adrian, but my attention kept drifting toward my phone. Genevieve had promised to rest after her difficult morning, and although she had assured me she was feeling better, I knew how easily she could turn a few minutes of work into several hours.I finally sent her a message asking whether she had eaten. Her response came a few minutes later, accompanied by a photograph of an almost empty plate.Happy now? she added.I smiled and typed my reply.I'll be happier when you're resting instead of trying to convince everyone you're perfectly fine.She sent a laughing emoji before telling me to return to work. I put the phone down, feeling slightly more at ease, and turned toward Adrian, who was studying a document on his laptop.“You've been staring at that screen for several minutes,” he observed. “Is there something you want to discuss?”“Not unless you've found something worth discussing.”He gave me a knowing look. “I
Nadia’s POVI had never imagined that bringing a child into the world would leave me feeling so powerless.The hospital room was quiet except for the occasional sound of the machines monitoring my son. I sat beside his bed, watching his little chest rise and fall beneath the blanket, while the nurse adjusted the equipment near him. He looked so small that it was difficult to reconcile the innocent child sleeping in front of me with the complications his existence had brought into my life.I reached for his tiny hand and gently held it between my fingers.“Your father wants you to come home,” I whispered.The words escaped before I could stop myself, and I immediately glanced toward the door. I did not want anyone overhearing me, particularly Dennis. He had already made it clear that he intended to establish the child's paternity, and I knew that once the test was done, there would be no pretending that our marriage was anything other than the arrangement it had become.Jason was his b
Genevieve’s POVBy the time Marissa finished reviewing the revised schedule for the following week, I had begun to regret agreeing to handle company matters from my hospital room. Every document seemed to lead to another question, every question required a decision, and every decision reminded me that the people waiting for me to recover were also preparing for the possibility that I might not return to my office anytime soon.I rubbed my temples and pushed the latest report aside.“Tell me honestly, Marissa, how much work is still waiting for me?”She looked at the files scattered across the table before meeting my eyes. “Enough that I would normally advise you to leave everything until tomorrow, but I know you won't listen to me. The legal team has received your instructions concerning Dennis's proposal, and they're preparing the revised governance documents. Two department heads have also requested approval for contracts that cannot be delayed much longer.”“Send the contracts to m
Nora 's POV Dennis didn’t even wait for me to process what was happening.“You heard her,” he said flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Go do it.”I stood there frozen, staring at him, waiting for even a flicker of hesitation, but there was nothing.Nadia leaned into him dramatically,
Nora 's POV “No,” I said, wiping at my tears with trembling fingers. “No… this is insane.”An hysterical laugh burst out of me, tears rolling down my cheeks as I shook my head.“This is a prank, right?” I looked from Dennis to Nadia, desperately searching their faces.I swallowed hard, my chest r
Nora 's POV The sound of a woman moaning in pleasure greeted me the moment I opened my bedroom door.At first, my mind refused to understand what I was hearing.I had spent the entire afternoon rushing through work so I could surprise my husband with dinner for our fifth year anniversary.My husba
Nora 's POV For a second, I just stared at him, then I laughed not because it was funny, but because it had to be a lie.“Stop playing,” I said sharply. “There is no way you’re a CEO of Monarch Technology”His brow lifted.“That company is worth trillions,” I continued, my voice rising slightly. “







