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Morgana’s POVI sat on my bed at three in the morning, surrounded by documents I’d spent weeks collecting. Financial reports from Regina’s projects. Client contact lists. Confidential architectural proposals that had crossed my desk during my time managing Maxwell’s business affairs.My laptop screen glowed in the darkness, displaying Regina’s biggest upcoming presentation. The Meridian Holdings expansion project—fifty million dollars in construction contracts that would cement Phoenix Design Studio’s reputation as the premier architectural firm on the West Coast.I’d memorized every detail of Regina’s proposal during my espionage into her business practices. The innovative sustainable features. The cost-saving structural modifications. The timeline that would complete construction six months ahead of industry standards.All of it is about to become worthless.My fingers moved across the keyboard, composing emails to three of Regina’s biggest competitors. Firms that would kill for adv

Maxwell’s POVJonathan’s law office felt like a funeral parlor as I signed the final divorce papers. Each signature marked the legal end of a marriage that had been emotionally dead for five years, but the formal dissolution still felt heavier than I’d expected.“These documents will be filed this afternoon,” Jonathan said, gathering the papers into neat stacks. “Once the judge signs off, you’ll officially be divorced from Regina Veyron.”I set down the pen and flexed my fingers. “How long until it’s final?”“Thirty days for the waiting period. After that, you’re legally single again.”Thirty days. After everything we’d been through—the love, the betrayal, the years of grief, the custody battles, the mediation disasters—it would all be officially over in a month.“What about the custody termination?” I asked.“That’s already processed. Regina’s visitation rights were permanently revoked last week. Ivan is legally yours.”The victory should have felt more satisfying. I’d protected my s

Maxwell’s POVI sat down heavily in my desk chair. The combination of losing another major client and dealing with Morgana’s aftermath was exhausting me.“I can’t trust you with important decisions right now,” I said finally. “Your judgment when it comes to our relationship has been completely compromised.”“I understand.”“And I can’t pretend everything is normal between us. Not after what you’ve admitted.”“I know.”“But—” I looked at her standing there, vulnerable and broken by her own deceptions. Despite everything she’d done, I couldn’t forget what she’d revealed about her childhood. The abuse she’d endured. The mother who’d sacrificed fifteen years of freedom to protect her.“Actually, Maxwell, there’s something you should know.” Morgana’s voice changed. “About why Regina lost the Meridian Holdings contract.”I looked up. “What about it?”“She didn’t lose it because her competitors were better. She lost it because I made sure they had advance copies of her entire presentation.”

Maxwell’s POVI shouldn’t have come.The hotel ballroom was packed with every architect in the state, and I knew Regina would be here somewhere. The quarterly forum was mandatory if you wanted to stay relevant in this business. Everyone showed up. Everyone networked. Everyone pretended their firms weren’t falling apart.My whiskey tasted bitter as I watched David Clearwater work the room. He’d stolen my three million dollar contract and handed it to Regina this morning. Now he was probably bragging about her innovative designs to anyone who’d listen.“Maxwell Chamberlain!” A voice boomed behind me.I turned to see Richard from the architectural licensing board. Gray beard, expensive suit, the kind of man who decided which firms got the prestigious government contracts.“Richard. Good to see you.”“Heard about the Clearwater project.” He shook his head. “Tough break. But that Veyron woman really knows her stuff. Have you seen her sustainable building proposals?”My jaw clenched. “No.”

Alexander’s POVThe numbers didn’t make sense.I stared at the computer screen in my office, scrolling through Regina’s financial statements for the third time. As the family’s investment advisor, I monitored all our accounts monthly. Regina trusted me to manage her Phoenix earnings, her Veyron inheritance, even her personal spending money.But this month, something was wrong.One million dollars had vanished from Regina’s primary account. Gone to something called “Loren Group LLC”—a company I’d never heard of.I pulled up the transaction details. Electronic transfer, processed five weeks ago. No explanation note. No prior correspondence about any business deal worth that amount.Regina hadn’t mentioned any million-dollar investments. Phoenix Design Studio was profitable, but not wealthy enough to casually drop that kind of money without discussing it first.I opened a new browser tab and searched for Loren Group LLC. The company existed—registered in the Cayman Islands three months a