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CHAPTER 31

Amelia's POVPriya had sent the article alongside the voice note.I had not noticed it at first, as I had been sitting with the voice note and what it had told me. I was too stunned to navigate anything else. But when I looked at my phone properly, there it was—an attachment, a document, the draft that had never been published.I opened it.I read it from the beginning to the end without stopping.It was worse than I expected.It was not crude, and it wasn't too obviously malicious in the way that could be easily dismissed. It was careful, structured, and designed to look like legitimate journalism while functioning as something else entirely. It took real details—Diana, the connection to Marcus Cole, and the circumstances of my early London years—and reframed them with a precision that would have been convincing to anyone who did not know the truth.The version of me in that article was not a woman who had built something real from nothing.It was a woman whose entire career was in c

CHAPTER 32

Amelia's POVThe estate was quiet.In truth, I had expected something louder. I expected something that announced itself. Carter Holdings was a company that moved billions, and Henry Carter was its CEO, and the address Priya had given me was in one of the city's most exclusive postcodes.But the estate itself was understated. It was tree-lined and was the kind of place that did not need gates and security theater to communicate its value because the value was self-evident to anyone who knew what they were looking at. Wide pavements. Old stone. The particular quiet of somewhere that had been expensive for so long, it no longer felt the need to prove itself.I was not interested in any of it.I walked up to the building and pressed the buzzer for the penthouse and waited.There was a pause.Then I heard his voice through the intercom, calm as always."Amelia."It was not a question.And the door buzzed open.* * *He opened the door himself.He was still in what he had worn to lunch—the

CHAPTER 33

Amelia's POVI had not pulled away.That was the first thought I remember having clearly. It was not the kiss itself—the kiss had dissolved all clear thoughts in my head almost immediately. But the moment before, when I had stood in his living room with my bag in my hand and one foot pointed toward the door, his hands had found my face, and everything had shifted.I had not pulled away.I had stayed.And then the bag had dropped to the floor, and his hands had moved from my face, and everything else had followed with the particular inevitability of something that had been building for weeks without either of us saying it directly.He was very careful with me.That was what I noticed first and kept noticing. The way he handled me was not urgent, and it was also not rushed. He moved like a man who understood that this mattered and was not going to treat it like it did not. His hands were steady, and he was present in a way I had not experienced in a very long time—fully present, entirel

CHAPTER 34

James's POVI started with the bowl.The pieces of it were scattered across the fireplace and the floor around it. I found a dustpan under the kitchen sink and worked through it methodically, corner to corner, making sure nothing was left that Nicolas could find with his hands or his knees tomorrow morning.The photograph was next. The frame was cracked along one side, but the glass had not shattered. I carried it to the storage cupboard in the hallway and set it inside carefully. I would soon find a new frame later, or maybe I would not. I did not know yet.The cushion was back to the sofa.The perfume smell was harder to address. I opened two windows and let the evening air move through the room, and after twenty minutes it had faded enough to be manageable.The flowers were still on the side table.The white peonies were still in their paper. I put them in a vase with water and set them back on the table and looked at them for a moment. Then I moved them to the kitchen counter wher

THIRTY- FIVE

Amelia's POVThe hat was all Mrs. Brooks's idea.All of this was a wide-brimmed thing in dark navy that she had produced from somewhere in the back of the wardrobe with the efficiency of a woman who had anticipated this problem before it arrived.The hat wasn't the only change she had brought.Mrs. Brooks had brought sunglasses and a coat I did not usually wear, and she had my hair all tucked up."You look nothing like yourself," Mrs. Brooks had said approvingly."I look like someone in a disguise," I said, not feeling too impressed."That is not the same thing," she said, and handed me my bag.The grocery run had been her suggestion, too. We needed things. Liam had strong opinions about which brand of crackers was acceptable, and we were out of the acceptable ones and had only the unacceptable ones, which he had very well communicated this morning with great clarity. And I needed to be somewhere that was not the apartment, not a professional environment, not anywhere that required me

CHAPTER 36

Amelia's POVA month.It is remarkable, truly, how much silence can heal. How much empty space can feel like a gift rather than a punishment. Thirty-three days had passed since Henry and I had said whatever it was we said to each other—I do not want to call it a goodbye because goodbyes carry a certain tenderness, a mutual acknowledgment that what existed between two people was worth mourning. What Henry and I had at the end felt more like the closing of a wound.It was necessary. Slightly painful. But ultimately, mercifully.Henry had vanished from my world the way smoke disappears when a window is opened—he was gone quickly, completely, and without leaving much evidence that he had ever been there at all. There were no calls and texts.There were no chance encounters engineered by the kind of cruel coincidence that the universe sometimes delights in arranging. Henry was simply gone, and I — surprisingly, wonderfully — was at peace with that.had my work. I had Liam. And today, I had

CHAPTER 37

Amelia's POVThere are moments in life that at times feel rehearsed long before they happen.They do not happen in a predictable way. Not in the sense that you know exactly what will be said or done — but in the quiet certainty that when the moment arrives, something inside you will rise to meet it.This was one of those moments.The air in the room quickly shifted before anyone spoke.It was subtle at first — a pause in conversation, a collective awareness that rippled through the cast and crew like a quiet wave. It was the kind of silence that did not demand attention but commanded it all the same.And then she stepped in.R.A.There are beautiful women. And there are powerful women. And then there are women who exist somewhere beyond those definitions — women who carry their presence like a force of nature.R.A. Ellison was in the third category.She was dressed in something deceptively simple — a tailored black jumpsuit that fell effortlessly along her frame, paired with a long iv

CHAPTER 38

Henry's POVThere are certain places in the world designed not just for comfort, but for control.The kind of places where every detail is deliberate. Every light dimmed to the perfect degree, every chair positioned with quiet precision, and every sound softened until conversation feels like something private—even when it isn’t.This restaurant was one of those places.I sat at the table near the far end of the room, tucked away just enough to offer discretion without appearing hidden. The kind of table reserved for people who valued privacy but did not wish to announce that they needed it.The lighting was warm. Low enough to soften edges, bright enough to keep everything visible. The soft hum of conversation filled the space, punctuated occasionally by the gentle clink of glass against glass and the quiet movement of well-trained staff who seemed to glide rather than walk.Everything about the place was intentional.Including my presence here.I glanced briefly at my watch.She was

CHAPTER 39

Isabel's POVAnger, I had learned, was rarely loud. And I am not talking about the kind of anger that lingered. Or even the kind that mattered.The most dangerous kind of anger was quiet.The one that was controlled.It would always linger beneath the surface, sharp and precise, waiting for the right moment to be acknowledged.That was the kind of anger that I carried with me as I stepped out of the car and into the house.Amelia’s words had not been loud.She hadn’t needed them to be.They had been measured, calm and delivered with a certainty that made them far more cutting than if she had raised her voice or caused a scene.If you come for me again, I will bite back.I won’t hesitate.I won’t be gentle.I could still hear everything she had said.I could still feel the way the air had shifted when she said it. The way she had looked at me — not with anger, or with desperation, but with something far worse.Clarity. She had said everything with clarity as though she had already deci

FORTY

Isabel's POVThere are some mistakes in life that never truly disappear. No matter how carefully you bury them. No matter how far you move away from them. No matter how convincingly you rebuild yourself into something… respectable.They linger.They stay quiet. They are patient. Waiting.I felt it before I even fully turned around.I recognized the presence. The discomforting familiarity.That particular kind of discomfort that settles deep in your bones before your mind has time to catch up.And then I saw him.Eric.For a moment, the world seemed to still.Not dramatically or violently.Just enough for the weight of recognition to land exactly where it needed to.He looked different.But not in a way that mattered to me.He still carried the same careless posture. He even wore that same unreadable smile that never quite reached his eyes. He had the same air of someone who had long since stopped pretending to care about consequences.“Missed me?” he said lightly.The sound of his voi

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