LOGINSebastian called the following morning. Arabella almost let the call go unanswered, but she had promised they would speak again. “Can we meet today?” he asked. “About what?” “About us. Properly this time.” She agreed to meet him at the Montgomery residence that afternoon. When he arrived, she was waiting in the garden. He approached slowly, holding a small paper bag. “I brought something.” She looked inside. It was a pastry from the bakery they used to visit on Sunday mornings. “You remembered.” “Of course I remembered.” She took the bag but didn’t eat anything. They sat beneath the magnolia tree. Sebastian was quiet for a moment before speaking. “I don’t want us to end like this.” Arabella looked at him. “Like what?” “Like two people who spent years together and suddenly can’t recognise each other.” “We haven’t suddenly become strangers, Sebastian.” “Then let’s not act like it.” He leaned forward. “I know I made mistakes. I should have told you about the company’
Chapter 31 — The Last Conversation Arabella chose the small sitting room at the Montgomery residence. It was familiar, quiet and far enough from the main entrance to give them some privacy. Sebastian had spent countless afternoons there, sometimes waiting for her after work, sometimes staying for dinner when Richard insisted he join them. It felt appropriate that they should meet there. When Sebastian arrived, she was already seated by the window. “Hello, Bella.” “Hello, Sebastian.” He paused before sitting opposite her. His eyes moved briefly around the room. “I haven’t been here in a while.” “No. You haven’t.” For a moment, neither seemed to know where to begin. Sebastian eventually leaned forward. “I’ve been thinking about our last conversation.” “So have I.” “I don’t think I explained myself properly.” Arabella looked at him. “Then explain.” He rubbed his palms together. “I knew there were old records connected to the waterfront project. I had been looking into some
Arabella read the proposal three times before she called her solicitor.The first reading had left her stunned. The second had made her angry. By the third, she was beginning to understand just how carefully Adrian had constructed the offer.There was financial support for Montgomery Holdings, a defined role for Knight Enterprises in the waterfront development, and a public commitment that would present their marriage as a genuine partnership. The private clauses were more complicated. They covered living arrangements, personal independence, confidentiality, and the circumstances under which either party could request a review of the agreement.It was thorough. Almost clinical.And it was still a marriage.Her solicitor, Miriam Cole, arrived at the office that afternoon. Arabella handed her the document and explained the circumstances without hiding Adrian’s identity or the pressure facing the company.Miriam read in silence, occasionally marking a paragraph.“Has your father seen thi
Adrian had learned a long time ago not to wait for answers.In business, hesitation usually meant someone was calculating what they stood to lose. In his personal life, it meant something less predictable. He could negotiate with a boardroom, anticipate a competitor’s next move, and recognise a weak position across a conference table. Arabella Montgomery was proving considerably harder to read.Her solicitor had requested clarifications on several clauses in the marriage proposal. Adrian had expected that. He had also expected Arabella to challenge the financial terms, the public expectations, and his proposed involvement in the waterfront development.What he had not expected was how often he found himself wondering what she thought of him when she was not in the room.He pushed the thought aside and returned to the document on his desk.A knock sounded at the door. His assistant stepped inside.“Mr Knight, Victoria Hale is here for the meeting you scheduled.”“Send her in.”Victoria
Arabella had spent three days trying to decide whether the proposal was an answer or another problem dressed as a solution. The numbers had not changed. Montgomery Holdings still faced pressure from its creditors, and the bank still wanted a credible plan. Daniel Reeves was continuing his review of the historical records, but he had not found anything that could resolve the company’s immediate difficulties. Her father’s caution remained understandable. So did her own. What had changed was the way she looked at the proposal. She sat across from Miriam Cole in the solicitor’s office, the revised agreement between them. “We’ve separated the business investment from the marriage agreement,” Miriam said. “The financial commitments are now clearer. There are still clauses I would want tightened, particularly those concerning public appearances and the review period.” “And my independence?” “Protected in the revised wording. You retain control over your personal finances and decisions.
Arabella had spent the morning trying not to think about Adrian’s last words.A more permanent arrangement.He had offered no explanation, and she had no intention of asking him to clarify something he had deliberately left vague. If he wanted another meeting, he could explain himself properly.At eleven, his assistant called.“Mr Knight would like to see you this afternoon. He says he has a specific proposal.”Arabella glanced at the marked-up documents on her desk. “Did he say what kind?”“He didn’t.”“Of course he didn’t.”She accepted the meeting.By the time she arrived at Knight Enterprises, she had already decided that she would listen, ask questions and leave if the conversation became another exercise in carefully chosen half-truths.Adrian was waiting in his office. A document lay on the table between two chairs.“You said you wanted something specific,” she began.“I do. Sit down.”She remained standing for a moment before taking the chair opposite him. “I’m listening.”Adr







