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ALYANA POVThe house was quiet again the next morning, but this time it didn’t feel as uncomfortable.Maybe I was getting used to the rhythm of the place.Julian leaving early.The staff moving quietly through the halls.The garden slowly waking up as the sun rose.I sat at the kitchen island with a plate of toast I had barely touched. My phone rested beside my cup of coffee, but I wasn’t really looking at it. My mind kept replaying the conversation from last night.Maybe that’s exactly what this situation needs.Emotional answers.I wasn’t even sure why I had said that.Julian clearly avoided emotions like they were bad business decisions. And yet somehow our conversations always ended up circling around that exact problem.I sighed and pushed the plate away.“Not hungry?”I looked up.Leo walked into the kitchen like he had lived here his entire life. Which, technically, he probably had at some point.“You move quietly,” I said.“You’re distracted.”“That seems to be everyone’s favo

ALYANA POV The library was the quietest room in the mansion. I didn’t discover it until my third week living here, and now I found myself coming back almost every afternoon. Not because I loved reading—although the shelves were impressive—but because it felt like the only place in the house that didn’t watch me. The Vance mansion had that effect sometimes. Cameras in the corners, staff passing through the halls, doors that always seemed half-open. Even the garden had guards near the gates. But the library felt… neutral. Large windows faced the back lawn, sunlight spilling across a long wooden table in the center of the room. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, dark shelves filled with titles about finance, politics, history, and business strategies. Not exactly light reading. I ran my fingers along the spine of one thick book and pulled it out. “Corporate Acquisition Strategy.” I snorted quietly. “Of course.” Julian’s taste in books was exactly what I expected. I

ALYANA POVThe mansion felt different the next morning.Not in an obvious way. The walls were still the same pale marble, the tall windows still letting in soft morning light, and the staff still moved quietly through the hallways like they always did. But something about the atmosphere felt tighter, like the air had been pulled too thin.I noticed it the moment I stepped into the dining room.Usually breakfast was simple—coffee, toast, sometimes fruit. But today the long table was set more formally than usual. Silver trays, fresh pastries, even flowers in the center.I stopped near the doorway.“Did I miss a holiday?” I asked.The housekeeper looked up from adjusting a plate. “No, ma’am.”“Then why does it look like a hotel buffet in here?”She hesitated just long enough for me to notice.“Mr. Vance asked for breakfast to be prepared earlier today.”That explained the table.But it didn’t explain the tension.I walked to my usual seat and sat down slowly. The chair felt colder than u

ALYANA POVThe car ride into the city was quieter than I expected.Not awkward quiet. Just… calm. The kind of silence where neither person felt the need to fill the space with random conversation.Still, my nerves didn’t exactly settle.I watched the city lights pass outside the window while Julian sat beside me, scrolling through something on his phone. His posture was relaxed, but there was a certain focus in the way his eyes moved across the screen.“You’re still working?” I asked.He glanced up briefly. “Just checking messages.”“From the board?”“Some of them.”“That sounds stressful.”Julian locked the screen and slipped the phone into his pocket.“I’m used to it.”I leaned my elbow against the door, resting my chin on my hand.“You say that about everything.”“Because it’s usually true.”I studied him quietly.The dim lighting inside the car softened the sharp lines of his face. Without the harsh brightness of the mansion or the office, he looked… less intimidating.More human.

ALYANA POV The moment Julian stepped forward, the quiet shift in the room was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t loud. No one announced anything. But people noticed him the same way they always did—like gravity had suddenly changed direction. I stayed beside him as we moved closer to the center of the ballroom. Conversations slowly faded around us, replaced by curious glances and subtle whispers. My heels clicked softly against the polished marble floor, and with every step my stomach tightened a little more. “Julian,” I murmured under my breath. “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing.” “You’ll understand in a moment.” That answer didn’t help. We stopped near the small raised platform where a few board members had been standing earlier. Some of them were still nearby—Davenport included. Elena was there too, leaning against a tall cocktail table with her arms crossed, watching us like she was waiting for a show. I leaned slightly toward Julian. “If this ends with me being p