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2026-08-24 00:32:08Chapter 2
The sound a room makes
Sophia didn't move. Neither did Ivie.
For a moment nobody said anything. Party noise drifted down the hall and filled the space where words should have been.
Then Damien turned and saw her too.
Neither of them flinched. That was what she noticed first.
"Ivie." He set the glass down on the desk, careful, unhurried, like he had time for this. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." Her voice came out smaller than she wanted it to.
"Okay." He said it the way you'd talk to someone who'd misread a text message. "Okay, before you…"
"Before I do what?" She stepped into the room. The door swung wider behind her. "Before I ask what you meant by playing house? Before I ask what the Sterling assets have to do with either of you?"
"You're taking this the wrong way."
"Then tell me the right way." She waited. Actually waited, some part of her still hoping he'd say something that made this stupid, that made her feel foolish for jumping to conclusions in a hallway. "Tell me the right way, Damien."
He opens his mouth and closes it back.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw and glanced at Sophia. That glance told her more than anything said in the study. It wasn't a look between two people caught doing something wrong. It was a look between two people deciding how much to give her.
"It's business," he said finally. "It's complicated. You wouldn't…"
"Don't." The word came out sharper than she expected. "Don't tell me what I would or wouldn't understand."
"Ivie." Sophia's voice, calm, almost gentle. "Sit down."
"I don't want to sit down."
"You're not going to like this conversation standing up either." Sophia said it like she was doing her a favor.
"You knew about this." Ivie's eyes went to her. She had been holding herself together until then. Her voice came out different when she spoke again. "You sat across from me at my own engagement dinner. You did my hair three hours ago."
"I did." Sophia didn't look away. "And I'd do it again."
"How can you say that?"
"Because none of this changes what you have." Sophia's voice stayed even, reasonable, like she was explaining something Ivie should already know. "You were always going to have the company, the house, the money. Every door was already open for you before you were born. We just made sure it opened for both of us too."
"That's not…" Ivie stopped. Started again. "That's not yours to take."
"It was never going to be taken from you. That's what you're not hearing." Sophia tilted her head slightly. "You'd have had it all anyway, Ivie. We just didn't want to wait for you to hand us the leftovers."
Nobody said anything for a second. Ivie could hear her own breathing and hated that she could.
"I trusted you," she said. It came out weak, too simple for what she meant.
Sophia didn't respond, she looked at ivie and looked away.
Damien crossed his arms. "This is exactly why we didn't tell you. Look at you. You can barely stand here without falling apart."
"I am not falling apart."
"You're shaking."
She looked down at her hands. They were. She hadn't noticed until he said it, and the fact that he'd noticed before she had made something in her go hot. "You don't get to talk to me like I'm a child."
"Then stop acting like one." His voice had an edge now too, something she'd never heard from him in two years. "You want the truth? Fine. You were never going to run anything. Your father knew it. I knew it. Sophia knew it. You were always going to be the pretty name on the door while someone else did the actual work."
Her face went hot for a different reason now. For one second, something in her broke free of the careful, well-behaved version of herself she'd been her whole life.
"Get out!." Her voice cracked on the second word, but she didn't stop. "Get out of my father's house. Both of you."
"Ivie…."
"I said get out!."
That was when she noticed it. The hallway behind her had gone quiet in a different way than before. She turned. Two guests stood in the doorway, a man and a woman she didn't recognize, drinks still in their hands, watching.
"Is everything all right here?" the man asked, in the voice of someone who already knew it wasn't.
More people came down the hall, drawn by nothing except the shift in the air, the way people always sense when somewhere private has become somewhere interesting. A woman in green whispered to the man beside her. Someone laughed too quickly, then stopped.
A phone came up before Ivie understood what it was. Then another.
"Ivie, don't." Damien's voice had changed again, quieter, aware now of who was watching. "Don't do this here."
"I'm not doing anything." Her own voice sounded strange to her, thin, carrying further than she meant it to. "You did this. Both of you did this."
More phones. A small crowd now, gathering the way crowds do, without anyone deciding to gather. Someone near the back asked what was going on and got shushed. A young man lifted his phone higher, angling it toward Damien, then toward her.
Near the back of the crowd, someone raised a phone higher. Ivie looked at it, then at the others, and stopped talking.
Damien said something to Sophia, low. Sophia answered just as low. Ivie couldn't hear either of them anymore over her own name, whispered somewhere near the door.
She pushed through the small crowd before she let herself think about where she was going. A shoulder knocked hers. A phone followed her as she passed. She kept her eyes forward past the string lights, past the ice sculpture already going soft at the edges, past her father's business partner, who looked at her like she was something spilled on the floor.
The music was still playing. It hadn't stopped for any of this.
She reached the far end of the ballroom, near the doors to the terrace, and that was when she saw him.
He stood alone near one of the tall windows, a glass of something dark in his hand, not moving toward the commotion the way everyone else had. His suit looked like it had been made for exactly him and no one else. Nobody from her father's circle stood like that still, unbothered, like the room belonged to him instead of the other way around.
He wasn't watching her the way the others were. There was no curiosity on his face. No whispering. He simply watched.
Ivie didn't stop walking. She didn't have room in her for one more thing tonight.
But she felt his eyes on her all the way to the door.
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