LOGINDaphne Beckett is the poised heir to Arkett Holdings, one of Toronto’s most powerful real-estate empires. For the first time in her life, she has chosen something for herself: Warren Sterling, a brilliant architect with no inherited name, no family fortune, and no patience for the ruthless world her father controls. On the eve of their engagement, Warren discovers evidence connecting Arkett Holdings to the suspicious death of his father, an engineer killed after uncovering corruption at the Halcyon Quay development. Before he can expose the truth, Warren is framed for embezzlement, falsely implicated in a betrayal with Daphne’s younger sister, and abducted. Daphne is left with convincing proof that Warren stole from her family and abandoned her. Broken and isolated, she accepts comfort from Mason Cooper, the self-made billionaire CEO who has wanted her from the moment he saw her. Mason becomes her protector, her public ally, and eventually the father of her unborn child. But Warren is alive. When he returns after months of captivity, scarred and furious, he brings a truth capable of destroying Arkett Holdings, Sonwells Construction, Mason Cooper, and Daphne’s belief that her father ever loved her. As a war erupts between corporate empires and old secrets become public, Daphne must choose her own future for the first time before the men who have controlled her life bury the truth forever.
View MoreThe courthouse had not returned to normal after the shooting.It could not.By the time Nico was carried through the emergency exit on a stretcher, the lower hallway was sealed behind yellow tape. Police officers moved through the building in quick, controlled lines. Court staff ushered witnesses into secured rooms. Reporters crowded against the barriers outside, shouting questions whenever a door opened.Daphne sat in a private chamber near the judge’s office with Margaret beside her, staring at the blood on the sleeve of her coat.It was not much.A dark smear where she had reached for Nico before Margaret pulled her down.But she could not stop looking at it.“Has anyone said anything?” she asked.Margaret’s expression was grim. “He is alive.”Daphne looked up sharply.“Alive?”“He was conscious when paramedics moved him. That is all we know.”A breath escaped Daphne, thin and unsteady.Alive.Again, the word carried too much and not enough.“Did he say anything?” she asked.“Not t
The courthouse steps were crowded before sunrise.News vans lined the street beneath a colourless morning sky. Cameras waited behind temporary barriers, their lights glaring against the wet pavement. Reporters spoke urgently into microphones, repeating names that had once carried unquestioned power.Arkett.Sonwells.Arthur Beckett.Mason Cooper.Halcyon Quay.Daphne stood inside the rear entrance with Margaret at her side and two security officers positioned nearby. She wore a dark blue coat over a simple dress, her hair pinned back from her face. To the press outside, she was a headline: Mason Cooper’s pregnant wife, Arthur Beckett’s estranged daughter, Arkett’s acting CEO.To herself, she was trying very hard not to shake.This was only the beginning.The hearing was not a criminal trial—not yet. It was the opening of a series of emergency legal proceedings: a request to preserve Arkett and Sonwells assets, protect witnesses, prevent the destruction of evidence, and appoint indepen
Mason still held the recorder in his fist.For one suspended second, Daphne could hear nothing except the blood rushing through her ears.The penthouse seemed to contract around them—the white marble floors, the glass walls, the muted city beyond the windows. This had once been the place Mason used to impress her. A home in the sky. A future built from light, wealth, and certainty.Now it was what it had always been.A cage with a view.“You came here to record me,” Mason said again.His voice was quiet.Daphne knew that voice.It was more dangerous than shouting.She looked at the small black device trapped in his hand and forced herself not to reach for it. The first recording—the one from the waterfront office—was already with Warren, Margaret, and the lawyers. Mason did not know that. He believed this recorder had been her only proof.Let him believe it.“I came here because you asked me to,” she said.“You lied to me.”“You taught me how.”Something hard moved through his express
Warren listened to Mason’s threat three times before he understood that the rage in his chest had nowhere to go.The recording had arrived through an encrypted channel shortly after Daphne left the waterfront office. Her message contained no explanation beyond two words.Listen carefully.So he had.He listened to Mason offer Daphne freedom as though it were a gift he had the right to grant. He listened to him demand that she leave Warren forever. He listened to the quiet menace enter Mason’s voice when he spoke about Lila, the arson warrant, and Warren disappearing again.Then he listened to Daphne say, You kidnapped him.And Mason answer, You have no proof.Warren stood in the abandoned print shop where he had been hiding since the warrant was issued, one hand braced against a rusted metal worktable. Dust coated the old equipment. A broken fluorescent light flickered over the concrete floor, casting the room in pulses of weak white light.Nico watched him from across the room.“Say












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