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CHAPTER 218

NATHANIELWhen the towering iron gates of the estate finally loom in the headlights, I don't even bother parking the SUV properly. I leave it angled across the driveway, jump out without locking the doors, and I take the front steps two at a time.I do the same at the stairs inside, and I only stop when I am outside her bedroom door. I drag a harsh, grounding breath into my burning lungs.“I will get on my knees if I have to,” I mutter silently to myself as I raise my fist and connect my knuckles with the heavy wood.Silence.I knock again, a little louder, and still absolutely nothing.Impatience and a cold, simmering dread push my hand to the doorknob. I twist it, and the door clicks open. The bedside lamps are still glowing, casting a warm light over the room, but Betty is nowhere to be seen.I step inside, my heart beginning to thrum in my chest when I notice the bed is flawlessly made, the heavy duvet smoothed out as if no one has slept in it for days.I walk deeper into the suit

CHAPTER 219

BETTYI slide the last heavy ceramic dinner plate onto the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet, close the wooden door with a soft click, then step back. I wipe my dusty hands on the thighs of my jeans and let out a massive, exhausting sigh that seems to carry the weight of the entire last month."That's the last of it," I announce, my voice echoing slightly against the bare walls. "Everything is officially unpacked."Standing at the small kitchen island, Lucy slowly looks around the immaculate, open-concept living space, and a proud, brilliant smile breaks across her face. "Then this," she declares, spinning around to yank open my brand-new stainless-steel refrigerator, "officially calls for a celebration."She pulls out a chilled bottle of champagne, peeling back the gold foil with practiced ease, and with a loud, echoing pop, the cork flies across the kitchen, bouncing harmlessly off the granite counters.I let out a genuine, happy sigh, leaning my hips against the lower cabinets. "I ca

CHAPTER 220

BETTYLucy slowly swirls the fizzing liquid in her flute, her eyes narrowing into a sharp, calculating squint. "You don’t care, huh?"I swallow hard, deliberately avoiding her piercing gaze, and tip the crystal flute back, downing the rest of the champagne in one highly unladylike gulp."Yep," I pop the ‘p’, slamming the empty glass down on the granite counter. "It makes absolutely no difference to me whether he checks in or not. None at all." I nudge my glass toward her. "Pour me another round."Lucy scoffs, a dry, sarcastic sound escaping her throat. She shakes her head, tilting the bottle to refill my glass. "Right. Total indifference. That’s exactly why you just chugged a hundred-dollar vintage like it was a tequila shot at a frat party." She hands the glass back to me. "But just so you know... I wouldn't judge you if you did care."I snatch the glass from her hand and turn on my heel, brushing past her shoulder as I march into the living room. She follows right behind me, carryin

CHAPTER 221

BETTYLucy walks around the island and hops onto one of the high velvet barstools facing me."What I am trying to say is... if you stay entirely hyper-focused on the past, you’ll end up denying yourself a chance to see things differently in the present." She tilts her head, her tone impossibly gentle.I stare at her, my eyes narrowing. And at that moment, I can't help but think the only reason she is suddenly dispensing this enlightened, forgiving wisdom is because she is completely, hopelessly lovestruck with George.The old Lucy—the one who existed before George—would have never given me this advice. She probably would have offered to run Nathaniel over with her car just for the audacity of confessing his feelings.So yeah, I decide silently. I blame love. And suddenly, the defensive energy drains completely out of my body. The fight just leaves me.I walk around to the other side of the island, pull out a stool of my own, and sit down heavily, planting my elbows on the cool marble

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Hey guys! ❤️First, I want to say a massive thank you to all of you. I wake up every morning, and the first thing I do is read through all of your comments. You guys are the absolute best, and your passion for this story means everything to me!Now... let's talk about the elephant in the room. Or should I say, the ghost?👻I see you guys dragging Rhys through the mud in the comments for abandoning Betty! 😂 I get it, I really do... So lets talk about it...I feel like Nathaniel sacrificed a lot to get rid of Fausto. He literally lost everything to save them. That kind of sacrifice comes with a massive, heavy debt. And because Rhys is a man of honor, of course he feels like he owes him everything, which might explain his behavior over the last month. So, I have a major question for you. I already know exactly who Betty’s endgame is going to be (my lips are sealed 🤫), but how we get to that finish line? I want to leave that up to you guys.Option 1: I give you a couple of Rhys POVs to

CHAPTER 222

NATHANIELI am lounging on the stone steps outside the house, staring at the face of my watch. It’s five o’clock. A heavy sigh escapes my chest.Grace is supposed to have been dropped off by now, but they seem to be running a little late.Finally, when the heavy iron gates begin to hum open, I jolt up, my eyes locked on the driveway. But the moment the car pulls into view, my heart shrinks, and I swallow the brief, foolish spike of hope.It’s Lucy’s car. Again.I shove my hands deep into my pockets, embarrassed because by now, I should be expecting this. I need to stop hoping she will be the one dropping Grace off, because the disappointment is a physical ache every single time.Lucy parks in front of the drive, and Grace doesn’t even wait for the engine to cut before she throws the back door open and jumps out."Daddy!" she yells, her little legs carrying her as fast as she can manage up the driveway.I meet her at the bottom of the steps, scooping her up into my arms, and I kiss her

CHAPTER 223

RHYSI am the Blackwell who ran.Growing up, Nathaniel and I were two sides of a fractured coin. He was the golden heir—rigid, disciplined guy who aced every exam, mastered every boardroom, and built impenetrable walls around himself to become the perfect, unfeeling machine our family demanded. And I? I was the disappointment. The chaotic, charming cousin who wanted absolutely nothing to do with the suffocating weight of the Blackwell legacy.So, I left. I ran off to live a carefree life, leaving Nathaniel entirely alone in the dark to shoulder an empire that should have belonged to both of us.I stayed away for more than half a decade. And when I finally came back to Ashford, the official story was that I was just returning for Harriette’s eightieth birthday. But in reality, it was the perfect excuse. I needed to get away from Fausto for a while, to put some distance between myself and the organized crime lord. My plan was simple: celebrate my grandmother, lay low, and in the meanti

CHAPTER 224

RHYSI walk slowly up the remaining stone steps, one hand tucked casually into the pocket of my leather jacket, my black boots heavy on the stone.I stop at the top, right in front of him, and for a long, tense moment, neither of us says a word. We just stare at each other, jaws clenched and all, until finally, Nathaniel gives a single, tight nod."Rhys. I can see you are recovering well."I narrow my eyes, and I look away, staring out over the sprawling, manicured lawns of the estate, before dragging my gaze back to his. "Anything I can do for you, Nathaniel?" I ask, cutting straight through the pleasantries.Nathaniel scoffs. A dark, humorless smirk touches his lips before he steps aside, gesturing to the open doors. "Actually, yes. Let's talk in the study, shall we?"I linger on the threshold as a heavy sigh escapes my chest, because I know exactly where this is going. It’s either about the shareholders, or worse—it’s about Betty. But because I don't have the energy to argue on the

CHAPTER 225

NATHANIELThe rest of the evening passes in a suffocating, muted blur.Rhys left. I watched his car disappear down the drive, and in the process I took all the dark, violent panic rising in my chest and shoved it down into a steel box.I try to make it through dinner. I sit at the head of the table, cutting my steak, keeping my answers short to every question asked. My mother doesn't notice a thing; she is entirely focused on nursing her Chardonnay. Harriette, on the other hand, every time I look up, her sharp, assessing eyes are locked onto me from across the table, reading the cracks in my posture. But I avoid her gaze and focus entirely on Grace.I play the good father. I help with her dinner, and I hang out with her in the living room for a while before I carry her up the stairs to her room. I read her a story until her eyes flutter shut, tuck the blankets under her chin, and kiss her forehead—even though the entire time, my brain is actively trying to kill me.I go straight back

CHAPTER 226

BETTYI am buried under a mountain of blankets on my couch, wearing a massive oversized hoodie, baggy sweatpants, and thick socks, with a messy bun that hasn't seen a comb in at least three days.Wadded-up tissues litter the floor and my lap like a tragic, snot-covered snowfall, and to complete the absolute horror of my current aesthetic, I have two rolled-up pieces of tissue wedged directly into my nostrils to stop the endless dripping.A violent tickle builds in the back of my chest, and I hack so hard my entire body jolts, sounding like a dying seal.Hk-hk-hk-wheeze.I peel my watery, swollen eyes open just in time to see Lucy freeze by the front door. She is dressed to the nines—a razor-sharp blazer, perfect makeup, looking every inch the high-powered executive —caught completely off guard, one stiletto hovering in midair as she tries to tiptoe past the biohazard zone that is my living room.Hk-hk. I cough again, and I watch her physically jolt, raising her hands to shield herself

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