Chapter Forty One

Unknown POVI lingered in the shadowed hallway of the Brooks estate, the kind of place where secrets seemed to seep from the very walls. The evening had stretched long after the formal dinner, the guests slowly trickling away, leaving behind half-empty wine glasses and the faint echo of polite laughter that had never reached their eyes. I had stayed behind on purpose — invisible, unremarkable, the kind of person no one truly notices until it’s too late. My footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, my breathing measured. I had become very good at being overlooked.From the partially open door of one of the guest bedrooms on the upper floor, sounds drifted out — rhythmic, intimate, unmistakable. I moved closer, careful not to let the floorboards creak, and peered through the narrow gap.Damian and Ivy.They were on the large four-poster bed, the silk sheets twisted around them. Ivy’s honey-blonde hair spilled across the pillow like a golden halo, her curvier frame arched beneath him. Dam

Chapter Forty Two

Amelia’s POVThe folder from Esme lay open on my desk like a forbidden map to a past I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore. Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds of my office, casting long golden stripes across the papers. I sat there for what felt like hours, though the clock on my wall told me it had only been twenty minutes. My fingers traced the edges of the two birth certificates side by side.Daniel Marcus Whitmore. Damian Hades.Two names. Two identities. One man who had spent his entire adult life pretending to be someone else. I kept coming back to the sparse details about his birth mother, Elena Whitmore — a name that appeared and then vanished from records like smoke. What had driven her to give him up? And why had the adoption home, Evergreen, kept so few traces of the boy who had entered their care?The questions swirled in my mind, each one heavier than the last. Damian’s obsession with me, with the company, with proving his worth — it all made a terrible kind of

Chapter Forty Three

Amelia’s POV I stared at my father across the desk, the weight of his words hanging in the air like smoke after a fire. The office felt smaller suddenly, the afternoon light from the windows doing little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. Graham Brooks sat there in his perfectly pressed suit, posture rigid as always, as if he still believed he could command the room — and my life — with a few carefully chosen sentences. “No,” I said finally, my voice calm but edged with steel. I didn’t raise it. I didn’t need to. “I’m not calling off anything. Asher and I are getting married. That’s final.” Graham leaned forward slightly, his cold grey-blue eyes narrowing. The same eyes Ivy had inherited. “Amelia, be reasonable for once in your life. Sinclair is an outsider. He doesn’t understand our family, our legacy. The man I have in mind — Richard Langford — comes from old money. Strong connections in shipping and finance. A union like that would strengthen Genesis in ways your l

Chapter Forty Four

Ivy's POVThe drive home from the Brooks estate felt longer than usual. My hands rested on the steering wheel, but my mind was elsewhere — replaying the dinner, Amelia’s calm refusal to sign the paperwork, the way Damian had squeezed my hand under the table like I was some kind of trophy he’d already won. The city lights blurred past my window as I navigated the familiar streets, one hand occasionally drifting to rest on mine. My mind had been quiet today, but I could still feel the subtle changes in my body — the tiredness that clung to me like a second skin, the way certain smells made my stomach turn without warning.I pulled into the driveway of the sleek apartment Damian had moved us into months ago. It was modern, expensive, and cold — much like the man himself lately. I sat in the car for a few extra moments after turning off the engine, staring at the dark windows. Something in my chest felt heavy tonight. Not just the weight of our plans, but a deeper unease I couldn’t quite

Chapter Forty Five

Amelia's POV The drive back to the penthouse was quiet, the city lights streaking past the car windows like distant stars. Asher’s hand rested on my thigh the entire way, his thumb tracing absent, soothing circles against the fabric of my pants. Neither of us spoke much. The weight of the day — the board vote, my father’s audacity, the mysterious note from the assistant at Evergreen — pressed down on us both. I kept the small folded paper clutched in my free hand, its edges already softening from how tightly I’d been holding it.When we finally stepped inside the penthouse, the familiar space felt like a sanctuary. The soft glow of the lamps Asher had left on welcomed us. I kicked off my heels by the door and collapsed onto the wide sectional couch with a heavy sigh. Asher joined me moments later, carrying two glasses of water. He sat close, our thighs touching, and gently took the note from my fingers.“Let’s see what we’ve got,” he murmured, unfolding it carefully.The paper was pl

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Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Three

Chapter Forty Four

Chapter Forty Five