LOGINThe solicitor's office felt different this time, less like a room full of other people's carefully guarded secrets and more like the site of something being properly, deliberately undone."The filing is straightforward enough," Pemberton said, sliding the paperwork across his desk toward Sebastian. "We're contesting the trust arrangement on the grounds that your father's original agreement was made under undue influence, given the circumstances surrounding the Ashcombe property transfer. It will likely draw Mr Blackridge's attention rather quickly.""That's rather the point," Sebastian said, signing his name with the same deliberate precision his father had apparently brought to every signature that had ever mattered.Zara sat beside him, one hand resting on the small, unmistakable curve of her stomach, watching the whole process with a steadiness that would have surprised her, months earlier, back when every mention of Adrian's name had sent her spiralling straight into old fear.She
Ashcombe looked different in daylight with all four of them tramping through it, dust sheets pulled off furniture in great satisfying swoops, windows thrown open for the first time in years to let the stale air finally clear out properly."I found a chandelier," Nathan called from somewhere in the east wing, his voice muffled by distance and several closed doors. "It's enormous. It's possibly haunted.""Chandeliers can't be haunted, Nathan," Chloe called back, elbow deep in a cupboard full of yellowing linens."This one has an aura.""That's called dust, not an aura."Zara, seated carefully on an old but sturdy armchair near the fireplace, under Sebastian's very firm instruction that she was permitted to direct operations but absolutely not permitted to lift anything heavier than a teacup, watched the chaos unfold with quiet delight."You look pleased with yourself," Sebastian said, appearing beside her with two mugs of tea, his shirt sleeves rolled up, a streak of dust across one che
"This one has a bath," Chloe said, standing in the doorway of the third flat they'd viewed that Saturday, "which I feel very strongly should be the deciding factor.""It has a bath the size of a shoebox," Nathan said, peering past her."A bath is a bath, Nathan. Not everyone needs to fit two people and a rubber duck comfortably.""I would like to fit two people and a rubber duck comfortably.""That's a very specific ambition."Zara, trailing behind them with considerably less enthusiasm for property viewing than either of the actual prospective tenants, leaned against the kitchen counter and watched the two of them bicker their way through another flat with the easy affection that had become, over the past year, one of her favourite constants."You're very quiet," Chloe said, catching her expression."Just enjoying the show.""We're a delight, obviously." Chloe crossed the small kitchen and lowered her voice slightly, enough that Nathan, still examining the bathroom's questionable plu
Sebastian was waiting at arrivals when Zara's flight landed, which surprised her slightly, given he could easily have sent a car and a driver and spared himself the indignity of standing among strangers holding up phones and cardboard signs.He didn't say anything when he saw her. He simply crossed the space between them and pulled her into his arms, holding on longer than the moment strictly required, his face pressed briefly against her hair."I missed you," he said quietly. "More than the two days warranted, probably.""Two days is plenty of time to miss someone properly." She pulled back to look at him, still tired from the flight, still carrying the last of her frustration from Geneva, though it had softened considerably at the sight of him standing there so plainly relieved to see her. "You look like you haven't slept.""I haven't, particularly."They didn't talk properly until they were home, curled together on the sofa, the city lights beginning their evening flicker beyond th
The Geneva trip went smoothly for exactly two days.Zara had spent the mornings in back to back meetings with the Bregman European team, Nathan a quiet, steady presence at her side throughout, and by the second evening she'd allowed herself to properly relax for the first time in weeks, sitting in the hotel bar with a sparkling water and the particular satisfaction of a deal nearly closed.It was Nathan, oddly, who gave it away, a slip so small she almost missed it entirely."Table's fine," he said, when the waiter offered to move them nearer the window. "Marcus prefers this angle for the door."Zara looked up sharply. "Marcus?"Nathan's expression shifted, a fraction too slow to properly cover it. "The other officer. From the office. Not Vale. Different Marcus.""There's another Marcus here.""There's a security detail here, yes.""You said it was just you."Nathan set down his glass carefully, clearly recalculating how much damage had already been done. "Sebastian arranged additiona
Fourteen weeks in, Zara had reached the point in her pregnancy where the tiredness had mostly lifted and a stubborn, restless energy had taken its place, and she'd thrown herself back into work with a focus that Sebastian found equal parts impressive and mildly terrifying.The Bregman account had grown considerably since Julian had first walked into her office, and with growth had come travel, three days in Geneva to finalise terms with the client's European team, a trip she'd already booked before she'd fully thought through how Sebastian might react.She told him over dinner, expecting mild concern.She got considerably more than mild concern."Geneva," Sebastian repeated, setting down his fork with deliberate care. "In three weeks.""Yes.""You're sixteen weeks pregnant in three weeks.""I'm aware of my own gestational timeline, Sebastian.""I'm simply confirming we're discussing the same trip."Zara set her own fork down, recognising the particular careful tone in his voice that m
The café was already crowded when Zara Rahman stepped in, the warmth pressing gently against her skin as she closed the door behind her. The air carried the rich scent of coffee and quiet urgency, filled with people who moved like they had somewhere important to be. Zara barely noticed them. Her fo
“Girl… guess what?”The door slammed shut with unnecessary energy, and the sound echoed through the small London flat like a warning bell. On the couch, buried under a thin blanket, Zara Rahman groaned and dragged the pillow tighter over her head, as if that alone could block out Chloe Bennett’s vo
The crowd wasn’t on Zara’s side not even for a second. Hands held her down while Tessa stood free in front of her, breathing hard, eyes burning with something ugly. “Hold her properly,” Tessa snapped, fixing her dress like nothing had happened. “If she doesn’t know her place, I’ll remind her.” Z
The door clicked shut behind Zara as she stepped into the flat, the familiar warmth wrapping around her in a way that should have felt comforting.It didn’t.Her mind was still back in that café.“Finally,” Chloe Bennett’s voice rang out from the living room. “I was starting to think you ran off an







