LOGINAnna / Olivia’s POVDickson returned from the study, and one look at him told me enough.Harry had not given him the Ledger.He closed the door behind him and told me what Harry wanted. When he reached the part about Williams, his voice hardened.“He called what happened to that girl a petty crime. Said no one would remember her now.”I stared at him.“He actually said that?”“Yes.”Disgust twisted through me. To Harry, what Williams had done to another woman mattered only because Dickson had nearly brought the police to their door.Dickson went on.“There’s a test. One of our subsidiaries is holding money Harry wants moved without attracting scrutiny. He wants me to disguise the transfer as a consulting or acquisition payment and send it through another company.”“With your authorization attached.”“Yes. Once the money moves, there will be proof that I knowingly approved the transaction. That becomes my insurance.”I understood what Harry was doing.“The transfer has to be real.”“Ye
Dickson’s POVI woke before she did.Anna was still against my chest, her breathing slow and even, one hand resting against me. My arm remained around her exactly where she had allowed it the night before.She had not forgiven me. I knew better than to mistake what happened between us for that. Trust was still something I had very little claim to. But last night, when I tried to pull away, she had stopped me. She had put my hand back against her and asked me to stay.Anna stirred before I could think any further. Her eyes opened slowly, and it took only a second before she became aware of where she was. Her head was still against my chest. My arm was still around her. A faint flush warmed her cheeks.“Morning,” I greeted.She looked at me, then down at the arm still around her.“You’re still here.”“You told me not to move.”Her lips twitched. “I did.”I finally moved my arm and sat up, reaching for the shirt I had discarded the night before.“We should get ready. My father expects m
Anna / Olivia’s POVHe turned his head to look at me.“I am.”My eyes dropped to his legs, which stretched well past the armrest. “Your feet don't even fit.”Dickson glanced down at them before looking back at me. “I've noticed.”I almost smiled.He didn't argue for the bed or suggest we share it. Instead, he pulled the blanket higher and made himself as comfortable as the cramped sofa allowed.I looked at the king-sized bed, then at him.“Fine.”I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed before switching off the bedside lamp.Across from me, Dickson adjusted the pillow beneath his head and closed his eyes. I did the same, leaving him exactly where he'd chosen to be.Sleep usually came easily to me. Most nights, I was out within minutes of my head touching the pillow.Tonight, I stayed awake.The sofa rustled.A few minutes later, it happened again. Dickson didn't complain, but every so often, I heard the cushions move as he tried another position.I opened my eyes.Moonlight gave
Anna / Olivia’s POVWilliams took a slow sip of his whiskey and glanced toward the board members gathered around Dickson near the fireplace.“Quite the celebration they've built around him.”I followed his gaze. Dickson stood at the center of the group, surrounded by board members still talking about tomorrow's succession.Then I looked back at Williams. “You said there was something I should know.”“There is.” He turned his glass between his fingers. “You're going to regret marrying my brother.”That wasn't what I'd expected. “That's quite a thing to say about your own brother.”“I'm not insulting him.”“It certainly sounds like it.”Williams gave a quiet laugh. “I'm warning you.”“About Dickson?”“About what happens to him after tomorrow.”My eyes returned to Dickson. “He's becoming chairman, not undergoing a personality transplant.”“You really believe that chair won't change him?”“Dickson isn't Harry.”Williams smiled. “Not yet.”I studied him. “You think becoming chairman will t
Anna / Olivia’s POVI gave him nothing.Clutching the black dress against my side, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I changed for dinner, fixed my hair, and applied the finishing touches to my makeup, intent on not thinking about the conversation I'd just walked away from.Dickson Vanderbilt finding me attractive wasn't the part that unsettled me.The dangerous part was that I liked knowing it.Years ago, whenever his attention found me, I instinctively braced for humiliation. A cruel joke. A cutting remark. Another moment designed to make an audience laugh while I pretended it didn't hurt.I wasn't ready to examine how much that had changed.I fastened the last earring, gave my reflection one final glance, and opened the bathroom door.Dickson was standing near the dresser, adjusting the cuff of his jacket. He looked up the instant I stepped into the room, his eyes traveling over the black dress before returning to my face.I raised an eyebrow. “You're starin
Anna / Olivia’s POVI returned the smile, and just like that, his attention went back to the man beside him. No hesitation, no second look. He still had no idea who I was.I looked away from Williams and found Harry Vanderbilt watching us from the top of the staircase, one hand resting on the banister as he watched us enter. Dickson moved closer to me. “He'll want to see us before dinner.”I kept my eyes on Harry. “Then let's not keep him waiting.”Harry turned and disappeared down the corridor behind him. One of the staff approached us moments later and offered to show us to our room.We followed him toward the private wing, but halfway down the corridor, a portrait caught my attention.The woman looked to be in her thirties, with dark hair swept back from a face that was beautiful without trying to be. There was a faint smile on her lips, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.I found myself looking closer.The high cheekbones. The shape of her eyes. Even the way she held herself fe







