LOGINNaomi reached down, freed the hem of her sleeve from Julian's grip, and walked out fast."Julian, you're free to go find Chloe and let her play mom now."That one line left both father and son visibly stricken.Neither of them had a single word to say back.Naomi shot them both a cold, final look and strode out of the Blackwood estate.She genuinely didn't want to spend another second in that house. If it weren't for the old man, she'd never have set foot there at all. Rotten luck, all around."I'll drive you home." Ethan caught up behind her.Right then, Marcus called, and Naomi gave him her location."Don't bother, Ethan. Someone's already coming."Ethan dug in stubbornly, scrambling for something to keep the conversation alive, until he caught the flat, unreadable set of Naomi's profile and lost his nerve entirely.He still couldn't figure out how she'd found out about the proposal to Chloe.He couldn't understand how, either, given how carefully they'd both covered their tracks.A
The old man slid the transfer paperwork back toward her.Naomi's stomach dropped slightly. She turned the offer over in her head, searching for whatever motive sat underneath it.She'd married into this family, and the old man had always treated her decently, but at the end of the day, he and Ethan were the actual bloodline here.Is this really just compensation? No strings?Ten percent of a company this size wasn't pocket change. Handed over this freely, with nothing asked in return?He'd framed it as trust, that he wasn't worried about her using it against the family. But how many hidden clauses might actually be buried in paperwork like this?If she accepted it, she'd need Nathan to comb through every line first.As if reading the wariness on her face, the old man spoke, something wistful in his tone. "Naomi, don't take this as some kind of trick. Think of this ten percent as buying peace between you and Ethan."The subtext was clear enough, take the money, let the grievances go, a
Old Mr. Blackwood was the one person left in that family Naomi still felt any real guilt toward.Thinking back to the video Sebastian had shown her, something cold settled over her expression.She'd actually been meaning to ask the old man about everything that had happened years ago, and gauge, quietly, whether he'd known the truth all along.If he was in on itThen he was complicit too.She respected him deeply. She genuinely hoped that wasn't the case."Where's Grandpa right now?" Naomi asked.Reading the shift, Ethan understood she'd caved.A rare smile crossed his mouth. "At the estate. I'll take you now."This time, Naomi didn't refuse.Ethan shot Sebastian a pointed look, laced with quiet territorial edge. "Mr. Cole, I'll take Naomi to see my grandfather. I'll get her home after. No need to trouble you further."The implication was clear enough, you can leave now.Sebastian understood exactly what that meant.His eyes cut to Naomi, waiting.Does she want me gone too?Catching h
The employees exchanged confused glances at the explanation.Fair enough, I guess. Not totally implausible."Alright, everyone, back to work." Naomi cut through the awkward energy, steering things back on track.She'd taken the job specifically to stay low-key, the last thing she wanted was to become the office's main topic of conversation.The crowd dispersed slowly back to their desks, and Naomi began settling into her new role at Cole Enterprises.By evening, the office had mostly emptied out.Naomi stayed behind, working through three years' worth of Cole's architectural department archives.Once she was the only one left, she finally stood to head out toward the competition venue.A low voice sounded behind her. "Someone's got you working overtime?"Naomi recognized Sebastian's voice instantly and turned. "No, just wanted to get a better feel for the department."Sebastian nodded, thoughtful. "Did you drive here? Need a ride?"Naomi opened her mouth to decline, not wanting to tro
Naomi's mouth curved faintly.So my hunch was right. He brought me here to formally bring me on board."You agreed to join Cole Enterprises before. Does that still hold?" Sebastian asked, unhurried.Naomi nodded. "Of course."She skimmed the terms quickly and realized every clause had clearly been drafted with her specifically in mind.Her eyes lifted to Sebastian, something surprised flickering behind them.Is this... charity?"This salary..." Naomi said, careful.Most firms paid architectural designers somewhere between forty and eighty thousand a year.Cole Enterprises was the top firm in the state, she'd guessed a figure closer to a hundred fifty thousand.Instead, the number staring back at her read three hundred thousand.That was just for the probationary period. Full-time, post-probation, the figure climbed to six hundred thousand.Practically double what she'd expected.Sebastian, misreading her tone, assumed she was objecting to the number being too low.He genuinely hadn't
Ethan's eyes stayed locked on the two people standing at the podium.Together, they looked disturbingly well-matched. Like something out of a magazine spread.Worse than that, dazzling."Why is Naomi co-hosting this with Sebastian Cole?"Chloe, seated beside him, wore an expression of pure disbelief. "What could Naomi possibly have that caught the Sinclairs' attention like this? Is she actually involved with Marcus?"The implication being that Naomi's sudden connections were all riding on some relationship with Marcus.Which happened to be exactly the theory Ethan had already landed on himself.His expression twisted uglier. "Enough."He and Naomi were divorced now, nothing stopping her from marrying Marcus tomorrow if she wanted to. Legally, it wasn't his business anymore.Catching the hurt flicker across Chloe's face, something in him softened, and his tone gentled. "Everyone in this room is a potential business partner. Watch how you carry yourself today."Reading the deflection fo







