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Garrett welcomed everyone as he always did, with a warm speech that went on a little too long and a joke about the merger taking longer to finalize than his daughter's wedding plans. The room laughed politely, and I stood near the edge of the stage. I'd set down my champagne glass, leaving my hands empty and steady. "Before I hand things over to our partners for a toast," Garrett said, "I understand someone else requested a moment first. Serenity Smith, I believe." I hadn't told him why I needed to speak, only that I needed two minutes before the formal toasts. He'd kindly agreed without asking further questions. I felt everyone's attention turn toward me. They looked curious and slightly confused, trying to figure out who I was and why I'd been given the floor. I walked toward the small stage, with Marcus following a few feet behind me, the bound folder held loosely at his side. I climbed the two shallow steps in my red dress and took the microphone from Garrett. I looked for C

By the time we returned to the hotel, my phone was already buzzing nonstop. One notification appeared after another, faster than I could read them.Daxton sat beside me on the bed as I scrolled through the headlines. Rowan was fast asleep in the next room, unaware that his family's story had just exploded across every major news outlet in the city."Crane Global Heiress's Sister Exposes Fabricated Divorce Scandal," I read aloud, my voice still unsteady. "Here's another one. Sloane Crane Admits to Fraud at Public Gala.""How many?" Daxton asked."I lost count around twelve."Marcus called a little after midnight. His voice had the focused energy of a man who hadn't slept and didn't intend to anytime soon."I want to explain what's happening right now," he said, "before you hear it from someone else and start to panic.""Go ahead.""Three board members have already called me directly," he said. "Interestingly, they're not asking about legal risks. They want to publicly distance themselv

Jason heard the phone ringing before he even entered the house. It kept ringing in the hallway, over and over, but nobody answered.The house was strangely quiet. There was no housekeeper or assistant rushing past with papers. The only sound was the ringing phone.He found his mother in her study. The bottom drawer of her desk was open and empty."She was here," he said. He had seen Serenity's car on the driveway. She had turned in her seat to look back at him."She was," Cordelia replied.She looked smaller than she had at the gala. Her collar was crooked, and a cup of cold tea sat on her desk a thin layer formed across its surface."What was in the drawer?""A photograph of your son."Jason stood still. He knew his mother had known about Rowan for years, but he hadn't known she had a photograph of him."He has your father's jaw," she said. "I looked at it most nights. I gave it to her.""Good," Jason replied.He didn't sit down. He had spent his whole life sitting in front of that d

"Not tonight," her father said again. He didn't open the door any wider.Sloane held her coat closed at the collar, it was colder than she'd expected. The cab idled at the curb behind her, the driver pretending to look at his phone."Dad, I need somewhere to sleep. Just one night.""You have a husband.""He's filing for divorce on Monday. He told me today."Her father didn't blink. She watched him do the math behind his eyes, and she knew what he'd say before he said it."So the Crane connection is finished too.""That's what you're asking about?""I have a right to ask." His voice rose. "Do you know what this week has cost me? My biggest partner pulled out yesterday morning. The bank called about my credit line by noon, I'm going to have to let people go, Sloane. People who've worked for me for twenty years.""I know," she said. "I'm sorry.""Sorry." He laughed once, short. "Your sister did this to me.""No." The word came out before she could stop it. "She told people what happened.

Nobody spoke for a long time. Marcus put his pen down. Daxton stared at the coffee he'd just placed on the table, as if he'd forgotten why he'd poured it. "Dax," I said. "Give me a second." He stood and walked to the window, pressing both hands against the glass. His shoulders rose and fell. Down on the street, a delivery truck reversed into an alley, and the beeping sound carried all the way up to our floor. "She cleaned offices at night," he said without turning around. "In a town outside Dayton. I used to fall asleep in the back of the car while she worked, she never bought anything for herself. Not a coat. Not even a haircut." Marcus waited. I waited. "When I was twelve, I found out the man who raised me wasn't on my birth certificate. I saw it on a school form. Frank. The man I called Dad." He gave a short laugh. "He's the one who taught me how to fix a sink." I thought of the dripping faucet in my first apartment, the worn washer. *My dad made me fix everything myse