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[Sarah’s POV] I couldn't look away from Rosa. The silence that followed my gasp was heavier than any words she had spoken so far. I was waiting for the denial, the "don't be ridiculous, Sarah," but it never came."That's what we thought too," Rosa said, her voice dropping into a somber, low vibration. "And that was why your mother gave you away to her sister. She thought she was protecting you from a world that would have devoured you. But before I go deep into the details, Sarah, you have to promise to stay calm. You have to try and see things with a clear mind. You need to understand why Margaret had to do what she did.""Empathy?" I spat the word out like it was poison. I stood up again, the chair screeching against the tile. "You’re asking me to feel empathetic toward a woman who saw me as an inconvenience? A woman who decided I was a 'mistake' that needed to be filed away in another city so she could keep her precious reputation? I was just a mistake to her, Rosa. A by product o

[Sarah’s POV]The drive back to the estate was a suffocating blur of silence and tension. Tyler steered the car with a grim focus, his knuckles white against the leather of the steering wheel. Behind us, Dex followed in my car, a constant shadow in the rearview mirror. I stared out the window at the passing rows of vines, the very vines that I now knew were planted in a history of lies. My mother wasn't my aunt. My identity felt like a garment that had been ripped at the seams, leaving me exposed to the cold wind of the valley.Tyler glanced at me, his jaw tight. "Sarah, we’ll handle this. Whatever Vivian Thorne thinks she’s doing, there are laws and protocols to these things.""Protocols didn't stop her from walking into my kitchen and dismantling my life, Tyler," I said, my voice hollow. "She’s a Schfard by marriage. But she’s not here for a family reunion, she's here to reap where she had not sowed."As we rounded the final bend toward the main house, my heart hammered against my

[Sarah’s POV]The silence of the house felt heavy, a physical weight pressing against my chest as I crossed the foyer. Caleb was gone, the valley was crawling with surveyors, and my own skin felt like a costume I had forgotten how to wear. I needed the grounding comfort of the kitchen—the smell of herbs, the warmth of the stove—to remind me that I still existed within these walls.But when I pushed through the swinging doors, the air didn't feel like mine.Rosa was at the sink, her back to me, but she wasn't alone. Skye was standing beside her, a dish towel draped over her shoulder, drying a stack of porcelain plates with a practiced, domestic ease. They were talking in low tones, the kind of quiet murmur that suggests a shared confidence.A sharp, jagged spark of something—anger, or perhaps a possessive jealousy I hadn't known I was capable of—flared in my throat. This was my kitchen. This was my safe space. And here was the girl who had infiltrated my business, now moving into the m

[Tyler’s POV]Julian, a man who had been a bridge for some of my most lucrative business move, raised his glass as I sat down. "I know a lot has been going on, but you look like you’ve been wrestling with more than just the market, Tyler," he said with a knowing smirk.The private dining room at Delmonico’s was dimly lit, paneled in dark oak, and smelling of aged leather and expensive tobacco. I loosened my tie, the weight of the week finally beginning to settle in my shoulders"The market has become unpredictable, Julian," I replied, leaning back. "And people are starting to make life more complicated."He gestured to the bottle sitting in the chiller between us. It was a recent vintage from the Hale Winery. "Then let’s stick to what we know, my friend. I took the liberty of ordering this. I heard the new batch was exceptional, and I wanted to see if the rumors are true."The waiter poured a tasting, and I swirled the deep crimson liquid in my glass. The bouquet was complex... dark f

[Sarah’s POV]"Ms. Hale? Mr. Rider is outside. He’s... well, he’s waiting by his car."I hadn’t been expecting him. We hadn't spoken since the tense meeting in the city, and he hadn't sent so much as a text warning me of his arrival. I stood up, smoothing the wrinkles from my silk trousers, and headed toward the front doors. My mind was already racing through a list of potential emergencies. Was it Caleb? Had Vivian made another move?When I stepped onto the porch, the afternoon sun was slanting across the lawn, gilding everything in a deceptive, peaceful gold. Tyler was leaning against the driver’s side door, looking effortlessly sharp in a charcoal suit. When he saw me, he offered a casual wave and a smile that didn't quite reach the predatory intensity of his eyes.I started down the steps, my pace quick and purposeful. "Tyler? I didn't know you were coming. Is everything alright with—""He’s here for me, Sarah."The voice came from behind me, dripping with a new found, honeyed con