LOGINVivian Sinclair’s fingers clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep crescents into her palms.Everything had changed the moment Naomi Hart appeared.If Naomi had never proven her loyalty, she would have been sent away long ago. Now Vivian could only stand frozen while Leo Reyes focused every ounce of his attention on soothing her, terrified that one more unexpected blow would shatter what remained of her composure. He could not help the sharp flicker of resentment toward the stranger who had upended everything.On the opposite side of the crowd, Leo’s partner, Miles Foster, kept their fingers tightly intertwined. Watching Naomi step out of the mud and into the sunlight, Leo’s eyes filled with tears.“Shang Shang can finally meet her real family. She no longer has to worry about being harassed by that scumbag Ethan Blackwood or being wronged ever again.”If her best friend was happy, Leo would be the first to cry.Miles nodded firmly. “Life will only get better from here.”“Puchi!” L
Naomi Hart spoke with a calm smile, her voice even and unhurried. There was not the slightest trace of displeasure or forced patience in her expression.Derek Sinclair stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words. He had prepared an entire speech to persuade her to accept Vivian’s presence in the family. Yet the conversation had gone so smoothly that guilt settled heavily in his chest.They had lived with Vivian day after day for years. It was natural to form attachments, to worry that she might be wronged. Especially him.The memory of overhearing Vivian’s conversation with Paige still made his blood run cold. He had nearly lost his composure that day.But Naomi was their true sister. She had grown up away from home, only to return and discover someone else had taken her place. If anyone had the right to feel wronged and upset, it was her.Derek wanted to slap himself. He was unworthy of being her second brother. How could he have poured all his concern onto an outsider while speak
“Bang!”Before Mr. Voss could finish speaking, a fist slammed into his face.He staggered back with a pained cry, eyes burning with fury as he glared at the man who had hit him.The moment his gaze locked onto Derek Sinclair’s, shock wiped the anger from his expression. “Second Young Master Sinclair? You”He turned toward Naomi Hart, disbelief widening his eyes.That pure, innocent face of hers… he never imagined she played so freely behind closed doors. First Sebastian Cole, then Marcus Sinclair and now even Derek Sinclair? The two brothers?No wonder she hadn’t been afraid of him. With that kind of backing, of course she felt untouchable.But if so many men had already claimed a place, why couldn’t he take one as well?Derek’s voice cut through the air like ice. “Wipe that filthy look off your face. Open your eyes and look carefully you put your hands on our sister.”A beat of silence. Then he added, colder still, “Our little sister.”Mr. Voss’s expression collapsed. The lust in his
Outside the private room, Kyle shifted his weight nervously. "Ms. Dawson, are we really just leaving them alone in there? Mr. Cole told us to keep everyone safe. You know what Mr. Voss is like what if he tries something with Naomi?"Ms. Dawson didn't budge. "Mr. Voss set this whole thing up himself. Not us. Whatever happens, that's on him Mr. Cole can't fault us for another man's bad behavior."Kyle stared at her, stunned. It had been Ms. Dawson's idea from the start to put Naomi in that room. Somehow the blame had already landed everywhere except on her."I'm leaving," Ms. Dawson said, already turning. "Stay if you want."Kyle hesitated, torn between self-preservation and conscience. In the end, conscience won. He stayed.Inside, Mr. Voss closed the distance slowly. "Relax, Ms. Hart. I'm not a man who likes to force things."He slipped off his glasses, aiming for something gentlemanly. "You're beautiful, and clearly talented. I admire that. Whatever Sebastian Cole can offer you, I ca
Naomi gave a brief rundown of the project."What do you think, Mr. Voss?" she asked.Mr. Voss swirled his wine glass, in no hurry to answer, and turned to Ms. Dawson instead. "What's your take?"Caught off guard, Ms. Dawson hesitated there wasn't much room to poke holes in a company-backed pitch, even if she'd wanted to."I think Ms. Hart's presentation was excellent," she managed. "Worth real consideration, Mr. Voss."Naomi opened the folder again and tapped a finger against the key points. "This project targets an underserved segment of the current market. Our research identified substantial unmet demand."She held his gaze as she spoke, and something about his attention felt off it wasn't landing on the documents at all. It was landing on her.The feeling was uncomfortably familiar, echoing back to the last project she'd wrapped up at Blackwood Enterprises. The memory dimmed something behind her eyes.Mr. Voss caught that her focus stayed entirely on the pitch and eased off, decidi
Naomi blinked, momentarily thrown."Ms. Dawson, you're reading way too much into this. I never planned on going to Sebastian for help."She stood, slow and deliberate, and turned to the young man trailing a step behind Ms. Dawson, head bowed. "This is Kyle, right?"The man looked up, startled to hear his own name.Naomi's mouth twitched slightly, she realized, a beat too late, that addressing a stranger so casually hadn't exactly come across as respectful."Yes, that's Kyle." Ms. Dawson didn't seem to notice anything off. "Tonight, we'll be"Before she could finish, a low voice cut through the room. "Go to the dinner with them."Naomi looked past Ms. Dawson toward the voice, and found Sebastian standing in the doorway.Sebastian. Shouldn't he be off the clock by now? Why is he still here?"Mr. Mr. Cole?" Ms. Dawson startled, visibly flustered. "What brings you by?"Then, remembering she'd already routed this whole thing through Owen for Sebastian's sign-off, some of her nerve came bac