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Cillian St.James

Author: Eden
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-30 15:48:20

Cillian hadn’t touched a drink in days.

But tonight, he needed one. Or maybe two. He had lost count. He poured another anyway—more out of ritual than want.

The glass sat untouched beside a pile of marked-up documents and notebooks. They weren’t relevant. Most were half-burned pages of old property transfers and court depositions. But he flipped through them anyway. It gave his hands something to do.

The house behind him was silent. It had been that way since the night Sylvester walked out without a word. Since Kent started staying out later. Since Belle made good on her threat.

And Benita? He hadn’t heard from her at all. It was only a few weeks, but it seemed like forever.

So he stayed quiet. A little quieter each day. Like a man hoping to be erased.

These days, only his work phone rang. Hod personal phone rarely buzzed and he hated the silence.

Suddenly, his phone lit up, and he didn’t know what to expect.

He picked up the phone mindlessly and instantly his breath hitched.

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    Cillian came down the main staircase like a man already in motion, his stride measured but urgent. He’d traded his usual casual composure for a dark suit — nothing ostentatious, but sharp enough to send a clear message: this was business, not breakfast.Syl was waiting in the entryway, one hand in his pocket, the other idly scrolling through something on his phone. The moment he looked up, Cillian’s tone left no room for questions.“Get the car,” he said. “We’re going to the newspaper company.”Syl tucked the phone away and headed for the door without a word.Just as Cillian was reaching for his coat, another set of footsteps clicked softly against the marble. He turned and stilled.Benita.She emerged from the corridor looking like she’d stepped straight off the cover of a financial magazine — sleek navy dress, hair in a flawless chignon, heels that made no sound until she wanted them to. There was something in her bearing — a quiet, contained authority that reminded him she wasn’t j

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