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Katia’s POVWe didn’t finish everything we had planned in Korea. The nausea hit harder than I expected after that night in the hotel, and even though I tried to push through for Aiden’s sake, Julian took one look at me the next morning and quietly started canceling the rest of the itinerary. Nami Island would have to wait. The cable car rides, the cherry blossom walks, and the hidden temples Aiden had circled on his printed map all of it got postponed. “Next time,” I told Aiden as we packed our bags. “We’ll come back and finish everything. I promise.”Aiden had nodded, clutching Mr. Choi tight to his chest, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes. Still, he was more worried about me than anything else. He kept asking if the baby was making me sick and if he could carry my bag so I didn’t have to. My sweet boy. He was already trying to be a big brother before the baby even had a heartbeat he could hear.Back in New York, life tried to snap back into its usual rhythm, but nothing

~Julian~Zane walked into my office without knocking, a thin folder tucked under one arm, the kind of quiet urgency in his stride that told me he had found something before he said a single word."You are going to want to see this," he said, dropping the folder onto my desk.I opened it.Bank statements. Wire transfers. A chain of payments routed through three different accounts before landing, eventually, in an account Jude Wolfe had used to cover his living expenses in the months before he arrived in New York."Where did this come from?" I asked."Marcus," Zane said. "He has been quietly pulling financial records from the warehouse. It took this long because whoever set this up buried it well. Shell companies stacked on shell companies. Whoever did this understood exactly how to make money disappear."I traced the chain of transfers with my finger, following the money backward through each account, each one more carefully obscured than the last."This is not the work of an amateur,"

~Grandma Celeste~I waited until the house had settled into its evening quiet before I climbed the stairs to the old study, the one nobody used anymore except me, and only ever for this exact purpose.The estate archive was not glamorous. Filing cabinets, most of them decades old, holding correspondence and legal papers and the small, unremarkable fragments of a family's business that nobody bothered digitizing because nobody expected to need them again. I had kept the key to this room in the same drawer of my nightstand for eleven years, and I had opened that drawer more times than I wanted to admit, always deciding, in the end, that some doors were better left closed.Tonight I unlocked the door anyway.I found the folder I wanted after nearly an hour of searching, tucked toward the back of a drawer labeled simply Family Affairs, a designation vague enough to bury almost anything a person did not want easily found. Correspondence, mostly. Letters written in a hand I recognized insta

~Julian~Katia sat beside me on the sofa, her hand resting lightly on my knee, both of us watching Grandma Celeste pace in front of the fireplace, something in her posture I had never seen from her before, a kind of unsteadiness that did not fit the woman I had known my entire life."You are frightening me," I said again, the same thing I had told her over the phone. "Just say it."She stopped pacing."Your father had a brother," she said. "Elliot. Older than your father by six years."I stared at her."I do not have an uncle," I said. "I would know.""You would not," Grandma Celeste said. "Because I made certain of it. I kept his name out of every conversation in this house for over a decade. You and Gail have never met him. You have likely never even heard him mentioned."Katia's hand tightened slightly on my knee."Why?" I asked."Your father was the younger brother," Grandma Celeste said, "but he was the one with the mind for business. Elliot never had it, no matter how hard he tr

Delia’s POV**I arrived at Windsor Academy that afternoon with my head held high, the familiar weight of my designer bag on my shoulder and the click of my Louboutins against the polished marble floors. Kelly had texted me earlier about meeting for coffee after her last class. She was one of the few friends I still had from my old circle, a teacher here who understood the importance of maintaining appearances. I needed that today. Everything else in my life felt like it was crumbling, but at least I could pretend things were normal for an hour.The academy was as impressive as always. Towering stone buildings, manicured lawns, and the kind of quiet wealth that screamed old money and exclusivity. This was a school I knew Katia could never afford to put her brat in. It was expensive and only for the elites. That bitch had a way of inserting herself into every part of my life, but here, I knew I wouldn't find anything that belonged to her useless life.I spotted Kelly near the main court