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The estate had never felt this crowded, and Salma noticed it the second she stepped into the grand parlour.Morning light cut across the long carpets in pale strips, and children were already everywhere. Two of the younger boys tore past a low table, one of them nearly taking a vase with them while a maid lunged and missed. Another child sat cross-legged near the fireplace, arranging tiny plastic animals in careful rows. From the dining room, Poppy’s voice carried, already mid-complaint about the coffee, the staff and the fact that she could not simply walk out the front door without someone informing security.Poppy had claimed the largest suite on the ground floor, and her sons came and went through the estate with the confidence of boys who had never been taught that a place this large could possibly belong to someone else. She complained about the food, the locked garden gates and, most of all, the way Arthur’s death had somehow managed to upend her world all over again.Her eldes
Salma was already out of bed, bare feet on the cool floor, one hand resting against the rounded curve of her stomach as if the motion itself could steady the rest of her. Her stomach had developed a noticeable fullness, her breasts were heavier, and the soft fabric of her nightclothes sat stretched across her body. The pregnancy was showing earlier and more prominently than a typical singleton pregnancy, and she could feel the weight of the changes settling into her body with each passing day.The other wives were being moved into the estate that morning. The safe house where they had been kept the night before had been breached. There had been no serious casualties, but she would not wait for one before taking action.By the time she reached the underground, everyone was already at work, and Shane stood at the central console with his sleeves rolled up, giving orders as he went through the latest reports.“Get rid of everyone connected to the original routes and switch the vehicles
The plan was underway, and Salma's team had succeeded in blocking almost all of Sovereign and Julian's moves for close to two weeks. They had found gaps in their operations and quietly exploited them. Barrister Dash had succeeded in tying all the loose-end companies into the Wellington Group, while Shane had been able to pick up a few pieces of information before almost every attack, which had helped them anticipate and reverse some of the damage. Salma sat in her underground office, reviewing documents Joyce had sent to her email. She had a board meeting scheduled via Zoom later that day, and her attention would be needed at Wellington Tower the following morning. Major investors were coming in, and she needed to meet them in person. Mr. Gavianno had also been in contact. He was bringing in major winery companies from Italy to close a deal with the Wellington Group, a move he had proposed to her father a decade ago, but Arthur had refused. Now, Salma could see how investing in oth
Salma sat in the study going through files with Barrister Dash about some of her father's offshore accounts and businesses she needed to fully absorb into the Wellington Group.Her twins had started moving around at four months. She could feel their kicks as she listened to Dash talk. She placed her hands on her stomach with a smile.Barrister Dash noticed and stared at her.She noticed his silence and looked up.“What?”“Are you even listening to me?”“Of course I’m listening to you, Dash. Go on,” she said.Barrister Dash looked at her with his eyebrows raised until she huffed and removed her hands from her belly.“Fine. Continue.”Barrister Dash spent the next hour listing the subsidiary companies, accounts, and warehouses under the Wolfe Mafia, and the ones that could be absorbed into the Wellington Group for protection.After the meeting, Salma went down to her office in the underground.She spent another hour working when Devon walked in with a file.“Have a minute?” he asked.“S
Salma stepped into her father’s library for the first time in weeks. She walked toward one of the built-in bookshelves and pulled down a thick, leather-bound volume on New York maritime law. Behind it was a concealed biometric scanner. She pressed her palm against it, and a sharp hydraulic hiss echoed through the study. Across the room, the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror slowly slid sideways, revealing a reinforced steel door hidden inside the wall. She input a complex, sixteen-digit alphanumeric code. The steel door unlatched with a heavy metallic clank. Salma drew in a slow breath before stepping forward. The staircase descended deep beneath the estate. With every step, the familiar air around the bunker wrapped around her like a blanket. The underground operation was fully active, just as it always had been. Screens glowed along the length of the command hall. Operatives moved between stations with purpose, exchanging short verbal reports, updating digital maps, and checkin
The estate was quieter than it should have been. Salma stood in the foyer for a long moment after the front doors closed behind her. Aria’s car had already disappeared down the long drive. The sound of it was gone, and the faint scent of her perfume still lingered near the entrance, thin and fading. Salma breathed it in once, then let it go. She walked through the ground-floor corridor toward the sitting room she and Aria had used most often during the final days. A soft scarf, the color of late autumn leaves, lay draped over the back of a chair. Salma picked it up. The fabric was soft, she held it against her palm, her thumb moving once across the edge, then she folded it carefully and set it on the side table. In the quiet that followed, she caught herself listening for the soft sound of Aria’s voice from the next room. The habit was still there. She let the expectation rise and fall without fighting it. Then she turned and walked toward the garden doors. Devon was







