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chapter 151

Logan paced his room, his steps forceful and heavy, each one leaving an angry thud behind it. Christa was on the bed and was also in a foul mood of her own. Logan’s words at the party painted the picture that he would willingly toss her aside if it meant that he got to be with Marybeth and that was completely unacceptable. She would not be tossed aside like trash. She had thought Logan was like all men she had come across, weak to a pretty and helpless woman and she had planned to milk him of that. To monopolize his attention and his money, she had ruined his marriage, made him neglect his wife and son and that in turn had led to the death of his child, though it’s not like it was a difficult thing to do, if anything it had been relatively easy because Logan had still been hung up on her, so her return was like him getting back something that had been taken away from him. Logan was a way for her to enjoy life after her previous plans had been ruined. The man she had run away with had

chapter 152

They hadn't said a single word to each other since the car ride. The Renfry residence was now paying the price for the feud that existed between its masters. The staff was walking on eggshells around Christa, and Christa was walking on eggshells around Logan. And boy were the eggshells fragile. Christa took out her frustrations on the staff by making unreasonable demands that were almost impossible to fulfill, and Logan was now ignoring her presence. All her attempts to talk to him were futile. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” She muttered to herself. It was just her luck that Logan came to see Guy at the same time that she did. Did Guy plan it? Was that something that he used to entertain himself and give himself some sick sense of satisfaction? At that moment, there was a knock on the door. “Ugh, come in!” She yelled in frustration. Silently, the maid entered, carrying a tray that she placed on the table. “Would you like for me to pour your tea now?” She asked softly, head bowed. Christa did

chapter 153

Now that he and Christa had reached an acceptable enough agreement, it was time for him to gather the money that he would use to pay Guy. Thanks to some persuasion on Christa's side, he only had to pay half of the money upfront. But a quarter of a hundred million was a lot of money to just give up. Heck, even when he was still okay, he would have thought twice about spending such an amount, and now he actually had to just send it like that, now that he had to rearrange his finances- again. He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumped as he did. He felt as though the whole weight of the world was on his shoulders and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His mind started to think about the part of his personal plan that he didn't tell Christa. Though he was going to use the ransom to build his company back up, he was also going to arrange a rescue with Guy's help. He was going to come and rescue Marybeth himself; he would hold off till the ransom was paid, of course. He planned to time

chapter 154

Never in his years did Logan imagine he would get lectured by a man who called himself a “jack of all trades”, yet here he was. He was too stunned to even speak. “Are you still there?” Guy called out after the silence stretched on, “Hello?” “Yes, yes, I'm still here.” He replied. “Good. I was wondering where you went.” “So what, you want me to add two million just for you to tell me that I'm greedy?” Logan scoffed, “This conversation seems like a waste of time if you ask me.” Guy laughed, “Well, no one asked you, now did they? You wanted to hear what I had to say; I gave you my price, and you agreed to the price, so don't complain. Besides, I never said I was done, now, did I?” “What other insult do you have to hurl at me?” He asked. “I have a lot more, but I'm not gonna push it.” “Good, because I was already wondering if I should actually give you the money.” “Well, that would be an idiotic thing to do,” Guy replied coolly. “Oh? Do you think it's smart to anger the man who

chapter 155

Marybeth had a lot of questions and none of them had satisfactory answers. What exactly were Logan and Christa doing in that building? What exactly could they be plotting that was so diabolical that they had to discuss in a separate building, far away from everything… Questions like that and more swirled in her mind. She hated not knowing because she had a feeling it had to do with her. Again she played the video, her eyes tracking every moment, hoping there was something that she missed that would reveal itself, but like every other time, nothing showed. “Ugh,” annoyed, she ran her hands through her hair, gripping it at the roots she gave it a small tug, “this is annoying.” Her people had gotten back to her and had successfully gotten the building, now it was to select a day they could go and look at it, to find out whatever they can. “They”? She thought absentmindedly, since when did it become a “they”? When did she suddenly start thinking of Cassian and herself as a collective?

chapter 156

The decision to enter the storage building had been made in the quiet of Jael’s sitting room, but the full weight of it only truly settled the following morning. Marybeth woke before the sun had properly cleared the tops of the trees along the avenue. For a long stretch of minutes she simply lay still in the grey early light, listening to the estate begin its ordinary day. A door closed somewhere on the lower floor. There was a low murmur of staff voices exchanging the first practical information of the morning. Somewhere deeper in the house a system hummed as it adjusted to the changing temperature. None of those sounds carried the particular tension she was carrying in her own body. That tension was hers alone. She rose carefully, dressed without turning on the main overhead lights, and went downstairs. The kitchen was already producing the first coffee of the day. She poured a cup and carried it out onto the terrace even though the air still held a distinct coolness from the night.

chapter 157

Night arrived under a low and continuous cloud cover that held the city’s light close to the ground and made the streets feel narrower and more enclosed than they were in daylight. Marybeth dressed in dark, practical clothing that allowed a full and unrestricted range of movement while giving away no obvious markers of identity, affiliation, or economic status. She checked the fit of the thin black gloves twice. She checked the function of the earpiece once. Then she left the house and travelled to the predetermined meeting location three blocks away from the pastry shop that fronted the target storage building. Cassian, Steven, Cole, and Reyes were already present when she arrived. The vehicles were unmarked and deliberately ordinary. The equipment they carried was minimal and had been selected for silence and functional reliability rather than for any form of visual impact or intimidation. The storage building itself sat behind the pastry shop like an industrial afterthought the su

chapter 158

Guy produced a short, dry laugh that contained almost no actual humour. “Or what precisely? You will shoot me where I am sitting? Please. Women who occupy your particular position in the world do not get their hands dirty inside rooms like this one. You pay other people to handle the residue. Those other people are the ones who subsequently have to live with what the residue does to their ability to sleep.” Cassian stepped fully into the circle of light cast by the bare bulb. The harsh illumination caught the sharp angles of his face and the complete absence of residual warmth in his eyes. He looked like a man who had exhausted his available stock of patience several days earlier and had been waiting, with increasing stillness, for a legitimate operational reason to stop performing restraint. “She will not shoot you,” Cassian said. The words were quiet and carried an absolute finality. “I will. And I have very few remaining qualms about getting my own hands dirty when the dirt in que

chapter 159

They did not sleep immediately after returning from the storage building. The laptop remained open on the low table in the centre of the study. Marybeth sat on one side of it and Cassian on the other while Steven worked from a second screen, verifying payment trails and cross-checking the identity of the secondary contact Christa had been cultivating. The work was quiet and methodical. It was the particular kind of quiet that belongs to people who are converting raw, uncomfortable information into something that can actually be used. The files Guy had organised were thorough. Message logs stretched back months. Payment schedules showed regular transfers from accounts that could be linked, with varying degrees of difficulty, to both Logan and Christa. Contingency documents outlined not only the primary kidnapping plan but several fallback options, including the permanent solution Christa had been pricing. The language in those documents was clinical. It treated Marybeth’s removal as a

chapter 160

The morning of the auction began beneath the polished steel of the sky. Marybeth stood in front of the mirror in the guest suite of Cassian’s residence and ran her eyes approvingly up and down the tall figure in front of it. Emerald fabric skimmed the shape of woman shaped like an arrowhead, deep enough to hang like a promise instead of a threat. Her grandmother’s diamonds glinted gold at her throat. The effect was deliberate. She was not coming to the auction as a widow or forsaken wife. She was coming to the auction as the woman with spent almost a year patiently dismantling the entire edifice that had once surrounded her. She studied the way the light fell on her shoulder blades, the turn of the dress, the way the diamonds at her throat caught the light like a challenge. Quiet jewelry had marked the early years of her marriage to Logan. Pieces chosen for the way they complemented rather than competed. Tonight Marybeth decided every choice she had made was a declaration. The dress,

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