LOGINElowen POVCaspian reached the door before I did, throwing it open with a force that made the hinges groan.There was nothing there. No person, no obvious threat, just the quiet dark of my front porch and the distant hum of the city beyond the security lights Reyes's team had installed two days earlier. For one brief, dizzying moment, I let myself hope it had been an empty threat, a bluff meant to terrify without substance behind it.Then Caspian's flashlight swept across the doormat, and his entire body went rigid.A single toy airplane sat propped against the door frame. Noah's favorite, the same blue and silver model he carried everywhere, the one I'd tucked into his backpack that very morning for his after school program.Except Noah was upstairs, asleep, and his backpack was hanging exactly where I'd left it, by the coat closet.My knees nearly gave out. "That's not possible. I checked his bag this morning. It was in there.""Someone's been inside our house," Caspian said, voice
Elowen POVMy studio's phone hadn't stopped ringing since the statement went public, but not for the reasons I'd hoped.I sat in my small office above the design studio, staring at a spreadsheet that grew emptier with every passing hour. Three more clients had emailed overnight, each one wrapped in careful, apologetic language that boiled down to the same message. We can't be associated with this story right now. My assistant, Farrah, hovered in the doorway with a stack of messages she clearly didn't want to hand over."How bad?" I asked."Six more cancellations since yesterday." She set the messages down gently, like they might explode. "Two press requests asking for exclusive interviews. And a call from a company claiming they represent a tabloid willing to pay for photos of Noah."My stomach turned. "Tell them no. Tell all of them no.""Already did." Farrah hesitated in the doorway. "Elowen, I have to ask. Are we going to survive this? Financially, I mean. I have rent to make too."
Caspian POVI stared at Reyes for a long moment, certain I'd misheard him."Say that again.""The transfer, sir. Authorized under your father's digital signature. Twelve million dollars, moved into an offshore account two days after he passed." Reyes's voice was careful, measured, the tone of a man delivering news he knew would detonate something. "Your father was already gone when that authorization went through."The room tilted slightly. I sat down on the arm of the couch before my legs made the decision for me, Elowen's hand finding my shoulder without either of us discussing it, grounding me in a way I desperately needed."That's not possible," I said. "Signatures like that require biometric verification. A retinal scan, a fingerprint. He would have had to be alive to authorize it.""Unless someone had access to his credentials before he died and simply waited," Reyes said. "Or unless someone found a way to override the verification system entirely. Either way, sir, someone moved
Elowen POVCaspian's lawyers arrived at seven the next morning, three of them in dark suits, moving through my living room with the brisk efficiency of people who billed by the hour and had clearly done this exact kind of damage control before.I sat on my couch in yesterday's clothes, Noah still asleep upstairs, watching strangers discuss my life like a case file while Caspian paced by the window, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and controlled in the way I was beginning to recognize as barely contained fury."We have two options," the lead lawyer, a sharp faced woman named Priscilla Okafor, said, setting a folder down on my coffee table. "We can attempt to identify the sender before the deadline and pursue legal action, though forty eight hours is an aggressive timeline for that kind of trace. Or we can get ahead of it.""Meaning what?" I asked."Meaning Mr. Ashford releases a controlled statement confirming paternity on his own terms, before whoever sent this email has the chanc
Caspian POVI stayed at Elowen's house long after Noah had been put to bed, Reyes's men stationed at every entrance, the two of us sitting across from each other at her kitchen table with a legal pad between us covered in names I never expected to be suspecting of anything."Walk me through it again," I said. "Everyone who had access to the boardroom presentation. Everyone who knew about the shortlist before the public did."Elowen pressed her palms against her eyes, exhaustion carved into every line of her face. "Diane Castellanos. The board members. Whoever handled the internal scheduling.""That's still a dozen people at minimum." I dragged a hand through my hair, frustration coiling tighter with every dead end. "None of whom should have had any reason to connect a five year old boy to a one night stand five years ago, unless someone specifically went looking.""What about hotel staff? Whoever was working that night, five years ago. If someone remembered us together, remembered the
Elowen POVCaspian arrived before I'd even finished locking the back door, tires screeching against the curb hard enough that I heard it from inside the house.He didn't knock. He didn't wait for me to answer. By the time I reached the front hallway he was already there, security trailing behind him, his eyes scanning past me toward the living room where Noah sat cross legged on the carpet, blissfully unaware, negotiating snack terms with Ava like the world outside our walls hadn't just tilted sideways again."Are you both alright?" His voice was rough, urgent, nothing like the composed executive I'd watched command a boardroom days earlier."We're fine. Scared, but fine."He exhaled like he'd been holding his breath the entire drive over, and for a moment neither of us said anything, just stood there in my narrow hallway with all the noise of the last two days pressing down on both of us at once."Show me the message again," he said finally.I pulled out my phone with hands that stil







