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TILDAI had asked the question without really expecting an answer. It wasn’t directed at Gideon, not truly. It was more like I had thrown the words at the air, at the heaviness in my chest, at the confusion that was slowly tightening its grip on me.I hadn’t taken anything from Oscar. I hadn’t tricked him. I was going to tell him about the kids. I never planned to keep them from him forever. There was no debt—no secret deal or betrayal. I don’t owe Oscar Gray a cent, and I had walked away clean.Oscar Gray wasn’t the kind of man anyone played games with. While I was with him, I treaded carefully. I didn’t use our relationship as a ladder to get ahead in the company. I worked. I earned everything I was paid. And when it ended, I let it end.So, why was he after me?Gideon’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “I can't say the reason, Tilda. I don’t know the nature of your relationship with him.”I kept staring at him, trying to read more than just his words. Silence fell again, th

JAMESI was nearly out. The front door clicked softly as I eased it open, the cold air kissing my face like freedom. I had one foot across the line when her voice sliced through the silence behind me.“And where exactly do you think you’re going, James?”Damn it.I didn’t turn immediately. Just stood there, my back to her, hand still on the doorknob. “Got an emergency call,” I said, faking calm. “Need to step out. Work stuff.”“Emergency?” Megan scoffed. “There’s nothing urgent or important about your whole existence.”I turned, finally facing her. She was leaning against the hallway wall in her robe, arms crossed, one brow raised like she had been waiting for this moment all night.“Look, Megan, I don’t owe you every detail of my life.”“No, you don’t,” she said, pushing off the wall. “And I don’t care what mess you’re about to run into tonight. Just don’t drag my daughter down with you.” She paused, eyes narrowing. “Though I’ve noticed, James, you’ve been moving funny lately. Slippi

OSCARI leaned back in my chair, fingers brushing over the edge of a printed document I was no longer reading. The office was quieter than usual—most of the staff had gone home hours ago, and only the low hum of the air conditioning punctuated the silence.I wasn’t expecting company, so the soft knock on the door pulled my gaze upward.Ava stepped in.“I thought I told you not to come,” I said, adjusting my posture as she walked toward me.“You did,” she replied calmly, settling herself into the seat opposite me. “But you also said you’d pick me up for tonight. So I came instead. Don’t worry, I won’t distract you.”I regarded her briefly. Always composed, always well-dressed. Ava didn’t nag, didn’t complain, and didn’t try too hard. It was easy to let her linger.I sighed and nodded slightly, refocusing on the files before me. “Fine. I’ll try not to take too long.”Ava offered a soft smile but said nothing. She simply sat and watched, legs crossed, arms folded loosely. Her presence wa

TILDAIt was already very late when the first knock came. Faint, yet firm. Enough to snap me and Miranda from the light, anxious sleep we had fallen into.The second knock jolted the kids awake.Diamond sat up first. “Who’s that?” Her voice trembled, barely a whisper, but still too loud for comfort.“Diamond, keep your voice down,” Miranda warned, eyes darting toward the door.I placed a finger to my lips and turned to the children. “No one speaks. Not a word,” I whispered.Diamond clutched my arm tightly. “Mom, is it them again?”Her words stabbed me. The kids hadn’t recovered from hiding in the roof earlier today. The heat, the fear, the confusion, they were still shaken. We all were.Another knock came. Firmer. More persistent.“I’ll go,” Dylan said, rising. “It’s my duty to protect the women.”My heart squeezed. “No,” I said quickly, grabbing his arm. “You’re a child, Dylan.”“But I’m the man here,” he argued, jaw set.Before I could get another word in, Dixon stood as well, suppo