บททั้งหมดของ Divorce Clause: Heir Included: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Leaving Havenfall feels like a slow-motion execution. I’ve been sick for the city since the night I ran, but the roots I grew in Cocolink are deep and raw. This is where Leo learned to breathe without a vent, where he spoke his first jagged words. This is where our life actually started.Nathan is a shark in a suit this morning, circling me with that restless energy men get when they’re facing a mess they can’t fix with a checkbook or a hollow-point. He’s drowning in guilt for forcing this move, but he isn’t stopping the car.Leo is the only one not vibrating with dread. He’s darting around the private docks while Nathan’s soldiers toss our lives into the hull of a sleek, armored transport boat. He’s waving at the dirty harbor gulls, shouting goodbyes to the skyscrapers, even trying to climb the rusted pylons to pat the barnacles. I nearly slipped into the oily black water hauling him back. That would have been the perfect punchline to this funeral of a week.I never learned to swim.

The silence in the SUV was thick enough to choke on. By the time I’d scrubbed the mountain grit off my skin and swapped my ruined wedding rags for a clean henley, the storm in the backseat had finally broken. I found Zack and Leo by the dying embers of the morning fire. Leo was a pathetic heap of sniffles buried in Zack’s neck, his small fingers twisting into the fabric of Zack’s shirt.Zack’s hand traced the boy's spine, a steady rhythm that served as both a comfort and a silent reprimand."Everything’s moving too fast, isn't it?" Zack’s voice was a low vibration against the boy's temple. "It feels like the world is shifting under your feet, and all these men in suits are telling you how it’s going to be, and you don’t get a vote."Leo just nodded, his wet, salt-stained cheek smearing against Zack’s collarbone.The guilt hit me like a physical blow to the gut. I’d written off the tantrum as toddler dramatics—a surface-level outburst. Zack saw the fracture underneath instantly. I didn

Nathan’s POV“I haven’t got the slightest damn clue what I’m doing,” I snapped, slamming a stack of balance sheets onto the mahogany desk.We were in the reinforced glass office at the back of Havenfall’s main underground vault. Zack was perched on the edge of a leather armchair, watching me wrestle with the logistics of the Cocolink merger. If I wasn't mistaken, he was suppressing a smirk."It’s not a joke, Zack," I growled. "I’m a soldier. I’m an enforcer. I shouldn't be the one balancing the books for the entire northern sector."Zack arched a dark brow, his boots scuffing the expensive carpet. "You didn't want to stay in the safehouse, and you refused to let Lucas handle the laundering, which means you need to learn the family’s legitimate side," he reminded me. "This is the business. The real business.""Fine," I conceded, the logic hitting like a lead pipe. "But I can’t do this. I’ve got zero patience for spreadsheets. Professional or otherwise."We had circled this drain at lea

The air in the study turned to ice. I nearly came out of my skin, a small gasp breaking from my throat as I spun around. My shoulder hit the heavy oak of the door. Nathan loomed over me, a wall of dark charcoal wool and suppressed violence. His silver eyes were slits of pure iron, his jaw set so hard I heard the bone creak.I shrank back, the heat of a flush creeping up my neck. "How the hell did you do that?"He didn't answer. His hand, heavy and warm, clamped onto the back of my neck. It wasn't a caress. "What are you doing down here, Zack?"The shock faded, replaced by a spike of defiance. I straightened my spine, meeting that lethal gaze. "I have a right to know what’s happening in my own life.""Then walk through the front door," Nathan rasped. "Don't hover in the shadows like a thief.""If I walked in, you would’ve gone silent," I countered. "You and Lucas planned this. He called you specifically so I wouldn't hear, right?"Nathan let out a low, jagged growl. He reached past me,

Zack’s POVHis slender fingers traced a searing path down my chest, dragging through the light hair on my sternum.I let out a low, ragged groan, stealing one final, bruising kiss before shoving him back to his starting mark. My heart hammered against my ribs—a frantic, rhythmic warning. I had to get into the headspace. I had to see him as a threat, not my world. You’re helping him. You’re making him safe, I repeated, a silent, manic mantra."Move!" I barked, my voice cracking with absolute determination.This time, Nathan didn’t hesitate. He lunged. He was a blur of shadows and lethal intent, a low snarl ripping from his throat—the sound of the monster he usually kept locked behind a tailored suit. But the plan hit a wall of my own making. As he charged, my muscles forgot how to fight. My guard dropped. A slow, helpless smile spread across my face as the "assassin" closed in.I couldn't fear the man who held my soul, no matter how much steel he carried in his eyes."This is a waste o