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Chapter 120

Adrian My father laughed—a sharp, barking sound that echoed off the walls of the interrogation room. "Oh, Adrian. You really think you've won?" He pulled out a sleek tablet, tapping the screen with deliberate slowness. "Let me show you what winning actually looks like."He turned the device toward me, and the blood in my veins turned to ice.It was a live feed. Emily's hospital room. She was asleep, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of the monitors, her dark hair fanned across the pillow like ink on parchment. The camera angle was wide enough to capture the entire roomThe door opened and Madam Lin walked in.She moved with the same quiet grace I'd known for years, the same gentle efficiency that had made her indispensable to my household. The security guards stationed outside Emily's room didn't stop her. One didn't even look up from his phone. He simply stepped aside, holding the door open with a deferential nod that made my stomach

Chapter 121

Adrian "You have no other cards to play father," I continued. "So how about you tell me exactly why you hate the Vale so much. Who knows? I'm so nice, I might just take your side"He scoffed, "you expect me to believe you?" He immediately sprang up pulling out a gun and pointing it at me. "No matter how much you scheme" he fumed, "you can't beat your father. Do you know how many guys I brought with me? Just one signal from me and you're done?"I smiled, "And you seem to forget father, that you have a huge bounty on your head""You—" The door sprung open, a crowd stormed in, men and women with more care for money than their lives and weapons that were illegal in twelve countries and and didn't even exist in others. I smiled, Roel never disappoints. My father's gun wavered. For a moment, he looked almost comical, a man in a five-thousand-dollar suit pointing a pearl-handled pistol at his son while an army of criminals flooded into the room. My

Chapter 122

Adrian "Leonard was always too careful," he resumed, his voice steadier now despite his injuries. "Too guarded. I needed someone inside his walls, someone he would trust implicitly, someone who could get close enough to his family to strike when the time came."He shifted on his knees, wincing as his broken arm brushed against his leg. "Luke was perfect. Young, ambitious, hungry in the way only a man who has known real poverty can be hungry. I found him in a gambling den in Macau, drowning in debts to men who would have sold his organs by the end of the week. I bought his debt. I bought his loyalty. I gave him a new identity, a polished history, a path into Leonard's orbit.""The plan was elegant in its simplicity," he continued, a note of old pride creeping into his voice. "Luke would become Leonard's most trusted aide. He would work his way into the his confidence, learn the company's vulnerabilities, identify the key players. And most importantly—" He paused, hi

Chapter 123

Adrian I stood there, looking down at him. He looked nothing like the wicked and unfeeling man I'd grown to hate. I pitied him instead. He was right. I'm soft and too emotional."I believe you," I said finally, and the words felt like stones dropping into deep water.My father's eye widened, a flicker of hope igniting in the darkness of his expression. "Then you understand. You know what I—what we have to do. Emily is the last piece, Adrian. We can take it all back. Together. Father and son, the way it should have always been."He reached for me with his good hand, his fingers trembling, and for a heartbeat I saw him—not the strategist, not the monster, but the young man who had loved and lost and been broken by betrayal. The man who might have been, if Clara had been real, if Leonard had been loyal, if the world had been kinder."I do understand," I said quietly, and I crouched down, bringing my face level with his. "I understand that you were wronged in w

Chapter 124

AdrianI paused outside Emily's door, looking through the small rectangular window. She was awake, propped up against the pillows, her hand resting on the slight curve of her stomach where our child grew. .I smoothed my jacket, checked my reflection in the dark glass of the door. I'd taken a shower at home and changed into something that didn't give away smoke and death. I looked presentable now. Normal. Like a husband visiting his pregnant wife after a long day at the office.The lie of it made me want to laugh. Or scream.I pushed the door open.Emily turned her head, and her face transformed—the way it always did when she saw me, this softening, this light that made everything else fade into background noise. Even now, she looked at me like I was the answer to a question she'd been asking her whole life."Adrian." Her voice was hoarse but warm. "I was starting to worry."I crossed to her side, taking her hand in mine. Her fingers were cold, and I

Chapter 125

EmilyI was soon discharged from the hospital and Adrian made it seem like a celebration. He came with gifts and had balloons springing up from the back of the car. I almost ran back in embarrassment. But the joy of being back home and tasting madam Lin's food again gave me joy. I haven't seen her since before the accident, and she didn't come visit once after I woke up which was weird enough, but when I walked into the house and I didn't hear footsteps running to great us, I turned to Adrian. "Madam Lin isn't here" "She went to visit her family," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "An emergency, apparently. Her sister in Taiwan fell ill."I turned to look at him. He was arranging my hospital bag on the console table, his movements precise, his attention focused on the task rather than on me. "She didn't mention anything before the accident.""She left while we were at the hospital. She sent a letter." He finally met my eyes, and his expression was open, rea

Chapter 126

Emily The months passed with the strange, suspended quality of waiting. My body changed, growing round and heavy, my movements slowing, my world contracting to the rhythm of doctor's appointments and nursery preparations and the endless, exhausting miracle of creating a life.Madam Lin's cooking sustained me. She prepared meals with meticulous care, each dish calibrated to the needs of pregnancy, each flavor layered with expertise that bordered on artistry. I ate her soups and her stews and her delicate pastries, and I felt the baby growing strong and healthy, felt my own strength returning, felt the house gradually becoming a home again despite the tension that still hummed between its other inhabitants.But she never spoke to Adrian directly. Not once, in all those months. She communicated through notes, through me, through the careful architecture of presence and absence. And Adrian accepted this arrangement with a relief he didn't bother to hide, as if a burden

Chapter 127

Emily I sat in the middle of my studio trying to make sense of the block of mud I was carving. It looked hideous. I almost burst out crying. "Waaahhh… waaahhh…" Hope's cry was muffled against my chest, her small body stirring in the carrier. She was six months old now, alert and curious, her dark eyes tracking everything with the intensity I'd come to recognize as my own. "I'm here, little one," I murmured, patting her gently. Ok is just lost and a little tired." The studio was a side room Adrian had remodeled for me when I told him I wanted to fully return to sculpting. "Mrs. Carter?" I turned to find Madam Lin in the doorway, her silver-streaked hair pulled back in its familiar twist, a thermos in her hands. "I brought tea," she said, stepping inside with her usual quiet grace. "And I can take Hope, if you wish to work." I hesitated. The offer was tempting—my hands itched to go back to work, but Hope have been fussy since morning, and I was still nursing, I just wan

Chapter 128

Emily Adrian helped a lot too. He didn't question my choice when I decided to go into sculpting again, and I couldn't be more grateful. Him supporting me meant I wasn't being impulsive. Not that he would correct me if I was really going astray. He would probably watch me go and clear any obstacles instead. My best time of the day was when he rocked Hope in his arms and watched me work. At first, it made me self-conscious. My failures felt more acute with an audience, my clumsiness more exposed. But Adrian didn't offer criticism or advice. He simply watched, his expression absorbed, almost meditative, as if my struggle with material was a form of entertainment he found genuinely engaging. "You're gripping the tool too tightly," he said one evening, three weeks into my return. I'd been fighting with a piece of limestone, trying to rough out the basic form of a reclining figure, and my hands were cramping, my shoulders knotted with tension. I paused, looking at him. "What?" "Y

Chapter 129

Emily The award was heavy. A solid crystal obelisk, cool and dense in my palm, etched with my name and the title of the piece that had earned it—"Emergence," the same marble figure I'd completed in that breakthrough afternoon five years ago. It had toured three continents since then, had been written about in journals I used to read as a student, had transformed from a private act of creation into a public symbol of something I wasn't entirely sure I understood. "Mrs. Carter?" The young curator hovered at my elbow, her eyes bright with the reflected glow of the gallery lights. "The judges would like a photograph with the winners. If you're ready?" I nodded, settling the award into the crook of my arm, smoothing the silk of my gown—a deep emerald that Adrian had chosen, that matched the earrings he'd given me for our anniversary, that made me feel like the person I was supposed to be rather than the person I'd spent most of my life becoming. The gallery was magnificent. A converted

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