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Chapter 51

“There’s something else I need to talk to you about,” I said.“Anything.”“Your father.”Xander went very still. “My father?”“Arthur. And what my father did to him.” I picked up Eleanor’s letter, looking at the neat handwriting. “Xander, I’ve been thinking about this all week. About the fraud. About what Alistair did.”“Diana, you’re not responsible for your father’s actions.”“I know that. But I’m also not going to pretend it didn’t happen. Or that it wasn’t terrible.” I met his eyes. “Your father died because of what mine did. That’s a fact. And it’s not okay.”“What are you saying?”“I’m saying I want justice for Arthur.”Xander stared at me. “Justice?”“Yes. Your father was defrauded. He lost everything. He died of a heart attack because of the stress and devastation of what my father did to him.” I set down the letter. “That shouldn’t just be swept under the rug.”“Diana, I’m not asking you to—”“I know you’re not asking. I’m offering.” I took his hand. “Xander, your plan was to

Chapter 52

Days turned into a few weeks I was strong enough to leave the penthouse without assistance. “Are you sure about this?” Xander asked as I put on my coat. “You don’t have to confront him alone. I can come with you.” “No. If you’re there, he’ll shut down completely. He’ll suspect something.” I checked my reflection in the mirror. “This needs to be just me and him.” Xander had spent the past three days showing me everything he’d collected on Alistair Pembroke. Documents. Financial records. Email trails. A paper trail of fraud and deception that went back years. But it wasn’t enough for a criminal case. Just enough for a civil suit. Enough to hurt Alistair financially, but not enough to put him in prison. I wanted more. I wanted him to pay for what he’d done to Arthur Lockwood. “At least take this.” Xander held out a small device. “It’s a panic button. If anything happens, if you feel threatened at all, just press it and my security team will be there in minutes.” I took it, slipp

Chapter 53

The arrest happened forty-eight hours after I handed over the recording. I wasn’t there to see it. Didn’t want to be. But Xander’s security team had connections, and within hours, I knew the details. Alistair Pembroke had been in a board meeting when the NYPD arrived. Two detectives and four uniformed officers. They’d walked into the Pembroke Holdings conference room in front of a dozen executives and read him his rights. Conspiracy to commit murder. First-degree murder. Fraud. Wire fraud. Racketeering. The list went on. According to witnesses, Alistair had gone pale. Then red. Then he’d demanded his lawyer and refused to say another word. But it didn’t matter. They had the recording. My recording. His own voice confessing to everything. The media exploded. BILLIONAIRE BUSINESSMAN ARRESTED FOR MURDER ALISTAIR PEMBROKE CHARGED IN 2013 DEATH OF BUSINESS PARTNER DAUGHTER’S RECORDING BRINGS DOWN FATHER: DIANA PEMBROKE’S TESTIMONY LEADS TO MURDER CHARGES My phone rang constantl

Chapter 54

The day after the sentencing, I started looking for apartments. I did it quietly. Scrolling through listings in the mornings before Xander woke up. Calling real estate agents during my breaks at Veridian. Scheduling viewings when he was in meetings. I wasn’t trying to be secretive. I just needed to do this on my own. Make this decision without his input or influence. I found one in the West Village after two weeks of searching. A one-bedroom with exposed brick and large windows overlooking a tree-lined street. It was small compared to the penthouse. Modest. But it was perfect. The rent was reasonable. I could afford it comfortably with what Veridian was paying me now. The restaurant was doing well. Better than well. We were booked solid three weeks out. The reviews were glowing. I was finally making the kind of money that meant independence. Real independence. I signed the lease on a Thursday afternoon. That evening, I told Xander. He was in the kitchen making dinner when I wa

Chapter 55

Maya arrived the next morning with coffee and bagels. “Okay, let’s see this new place,” she said, pushing through the door with her arms full. “I brought sustenance. And also paint samples because that wall is crying out for color.” I laughed, taking one of the coffee cups from her. “I just moved in yesterday. I haven’t even unpacked half my boxes.” “Which is why I’m here. To help you turn this empty space into an actual home.” She set everything down on the kitchen counter and looked around. “Di, this is perfect. It’s so you.” “You think so?” “Absolutely. Exposed brick. Natural light. That little window seat.” She pointed to the alcove by the window. “You’re going to sit there drinking coffee and reading books and living your best independent woman life.” “That’s the plan.” “Good plan.” She handed me a bagel. “Now, where do we start?” We spent the morning unpacking. Maya had a gift for making spaces feel like home. She arranged my books on the built-in shelves, organized my k

Chapter 56

Six months passed. Six months of building my life on my own terms. Six months of watching Veridian grow from a successful restaurant into something extraordinary. Six months of flowers arriving at work—one single bloom every morning, each with a card that made me smile despite myself. Thinking of you today. - X Hope you’re having a beautiful morning. - X This reminded me of your smile. - X Simple messages. Nothing demanding. Nothing pressuring. Just consistent reminders that Alexander Lockwood was still there. Still trying. Still waiting. The expansion was nearly complete. Using the air rights Xander had secured for me, we’d added two floors above Veridian. The second floor would house an exclusive private dining room and event space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The third floor was my office suite and a test kitchen for menu development and event planning. I’d overseen every detail. The custom chandeliers from Italy. The imported marble for the bars. The

Chapter 57

I called him that evening. Maya had left an hour earlier, making me promise I wouldn’t chicken out. I’d spent that hour pacing my apartment, surrounded by Xander’s gifts, rehearsing what I would say. None of it sounded right. Finally, I just picked up the phone and called before I could talk myself out of it. He answered on the first ring. “Diana.” Just my name. But the way he said it—breathless, hopeful, terrified—told me everything I needed to know. “Hi,” I said softly. “Did you have a good day?” “Better now. Did you—did you get the gifts?” “I did. Xander, they’re—” My voice broke. “They’re the most thoughtful things anyone has ever given me.” “I’m glad. I wanted you to know that I’ve been paying attention. That I remember everything.” “You bought me a penthouse in Paris.” “You deserve to see the world. And when you do, you should have a home there.” Tears pricked at my eyes again. “The scholarship. In my mother’s name. Xander, that’s—” “Your mother would be proud of y

Chapter 58

Dating Xander again was like breathing after being underwater for months. Different from before. Better. He picked me up for our first date at exactly seven on Friday. Showed up at my door with a single peony and a nervous smile that made my heart ache. “You look beautiful,” he said. “You look terrified.” “I am. Feels like everything is riding on tonight.” I touched his face. “No pressure. Just dinner. Just us.” He’d taken me to a small Italian restaurant in the Village. Not flashy. Not expensive. Just good food and candlelight and conversation that flowed like we’d never been apart. We talked about everything. Veridian. His latest projects. Maya’s new gallery showing. Books we’d read. Movies we’d seen. We didn’t talk about the plan. About the trial. About the six months apart. We just talked about now. About who we were becoming. He walked me home. Kissed me goodnight on my doorstep. Didn’t ask to come up. “I meant it about taking things slow,” he said. “I k

Chapter 59

One year. Twelve months of loving Xander without fear. Twelve months of building something real and honest and unshakeable. Twelve months of proving that what we had was worth every moment of pain it took to get here. We’d done everything right this time. Taken it slow. Talked about everything. Built trust brick by brick, conversation by conversation, moment by moment. He’d kept his promise. No secrets. Even when the truth was uncomfortable, even when he knew it might hurt, he told me anyway. Complete transparency. Complete honesty. And in return, I’d given him complete trust. We’d celebrated Veridian’s one-year anniversary of the expansion with a party that made the opening night look modest. We’d traveled to California for a food and wine festival where I’d been a featured speaker. We’d spent lazy Sundays in bed reading the paper and drinking coffee and existing in the comfortable silence of two people who didn’t need to fill every moment with words. Maya said we were disgust

Chapter 60

Three months of planning. Three months of Vivienne and Maya tag-teaming every detail with the efficiency of military generals. Three months of Eleanor quietly handling the logistics that required someone with decades of high-society experience. Three months of me mostly staying out of the way and trusting them to create something beautiful. “You’re the bride,” Maya had said. “You just have to show up and look gorgeous. We’ll handle everything else.” “That feels wrong. I should be helping—” “You run a restaurant empire and you just got engaged. Let us do this. Please.” So I did. I let them plan. Let them coordinate. Let them handle the million tiny decisions that went into creating a destination wedding in Greece. I had already chosen my dress. The one that was bought for the wedding that was not held. Now, standing in a villa overlooking the Aegean Sea, staring at myself in the floor-length mirror, I could barely breathe. The dress was ivory silk, simple and elegant. Just perf

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