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Chapter 31

Nadia's POV."You're doing that thing again," Ronan’s voice broke through the quiet of my office.I looked up from the spreadsheets, blinking as he set a small cardboard tray on my desk. Inside was a hot hazelnut latte and a fresh turkey sandwich."What thing?" I asked, stretching my stiff neck."The thing where you completely forget to eat lunch because you're trying to save the company in a single afternoon," he said, a warm and easy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Come on. Pack up the folders for thirty minutes. I’m not listening to any of your corporate excuses today."Over the next several weeks, it felt like Ronan and I were constantly crossing paths. Sometimes it was for a Holt Industries board meeting, sometimes we just randomly bumped into each other in the lobby, and other times it was all because of Lily. Our friendship was just developing so effortlessly.What I loved most about Ronan was that he never tried to overwhelm me with massive, grand gestures. He didn't

Chapter 32

Simone's POV.I stretched my arms out, letting my fingers brush against the heavy mahogany headboard of the master bed. It was Sunday morning, and I was finally back inside the Cornell mansion. I closed my eyes for a brief second, a small smile playing on my lips as I pictured the day ahead. I imagined walking downstairs to a beautifully set table, Damian kissing my cheek while pouring my coffee, and the children wrapping their arms around my neck, thanking me for finally coming home."Mom!!!" A loud, aggressive bang on the bedroom door shattered the silence."Mom! Are you even awake?" Isabella’s voice pierced through the wood, sounding incredibly irritated. "It’s past nine! Where is breakfast?"I blinked, the perfect picture in my head instantly vanishing. I threw on a silk robe, tying the belt tightly around my waist as I opened the door. Isabella was standing there, her hands on her hips and her brows knitted together in a tight frown. Behind her, Lucas was slouching against the

Chapter 33

Nadia's POV. "I'm so glad you actually made it, Nadia." Ginny said, pulling me into a warm hug the second I walked into the café. The place was stylish, with low hanging lights and large glass windows that let in the soft Sunday afternoon sun. Ginny had organized this little lunch get-together with our small group from the spa, and seeing their welcoming smiles instantly made the tight knot of stress in my shoulders loosen up. "Me too." I admitted, taking a seat at the round wooden table. "I’ve honestly been looking forward to a relaxing day away from work and family drama. You have no idea." "Oh, we might have some idea," Becky piped up, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Does this family drama happen to involve a certain tall, handsome man? Because we saw the pictures from the park last weekend, Nadia. When are you going to finally admit that you and Ronan are together?" My cheeks immediately flushed a deep red. I reached for my water glass, trying to hide my

Chapter 34

Ronan's POV. The director on the projector screen was talking, tapping his pen against his desk as I nodded, leaning back in my leather chair. We were in the middle of a vital teleconference with our primary international logistics partners, and I was acting as the middleman for this entire merger, the atmosphere in the boardroom a bit tense. But for the past ten minutes, my phone had been vibrating non-stop against the table. I ignored it at first, keeping my focus entirely on the presentation slide.Then, the heavy doors of the boardroom clicked open. My personal assistant slipped inside, his face quite pale. He didn't wait for the slide to finish. He walked straight over to my side, hesitantly sliding a tablet right in front of me."I'm sorry to interrupt the meeting, sir," Marcus whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "But you need to look at this immediately. There’s a scandalous story involving Miss Nadia trending across every major online platform."I frowned, shifting my

Chapter 35

Nadia's POV. The drive back to the Holt Estate was a complete blur. My hands kept sliding against the steering wheel because they were so sweaty, and every time a car pulled up next to me at a red light, I felt a sharp prick of panic, wondering if the driver recognized my face from the blogs.The moment I stepped through the front doors of the mansion, the heavy silence of the house wrapped around me. I didn't even have to look for my family, hearing the low and tense murmur of their voices coming from the main study.When I pushed the double doors open, all four of them stopped talking instantly. My father was sitting behind his desk, his face looking incredibly tired, while my brothers were gathered around the leather sofas. Nobody questioned me about the article. I could see their concerns about my well-being."Nadia, come sit down," my father said softly, gesturing to the empty chair right beside him. I walked over, my legs feeling heavy, and sat down. Seth immediately handed me

Chapter 36

Damian's POV. I was just walking into the company building, but noticed the air inside the lobby that felt entirely too heavy the next morning.There were low and persistent murmurs, following my every step. Even the security guards nodded a fraction later than usual, and the reception staff at the front desks kept their heads down, their eyes darting to my face before quickly snapping back to their monitors.I kept my chin up, adjusting the cuffs of my suit jacket, and ignored them. I naturally assumed they were gossiping about my divorce with Nadia, as it was already becoming public knowledge, especially at work. And people always loved to dissect the downfall of a prominent marriage anyway.But as I stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor, the whispering didn't stop.I paused right outside the glass doors, when two voices of junior staff members echoed clearly in the quiet hallway."I always thought she was the quiet one," I heard a woman murmur. "But to pack her bags and

Chapter 37

Chapter 39. Damian's POV. I stood frozen against the wall, my shoulder pressed hard against the wood frame. The sound of Simone’s voice lingered in the quiet air of the foyer, replaying over and over in my ears.My hand stayed flat against the cold surface of the wall. For a split second, my fingers twitched toward the handle, a heavy urge slamming into my chest to push the door open and confront her right there in the dark. But I stopped. I drew in a quiet breath, stepped backward, and walked away from the kitchen before she could turn around and notice me standing there.I didn't sleep at all that night.I sat in the leather chair in my study, staring at the dark window pane as the hours ticked by. My mind raced through everything that had happened over the past few months. I sat in the quiet, recalling every single time Simone had sat at the dinner table, subtly speaking badly about Nadia to the children. I remembered my mother, also nodding along, encouraging Lucas and Isabell

Chapter 38

Damian's POV. The ride to the station was entirely silent. The detective sitting in the passenger seat of the police vehicle kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, while the driver navigated the morning traffic with a quiet and professional ease. They remained perfectly polite when they escorted me out of my home, but they hadn't offered a single word of explanation.I leaned my head against the cold glass of the window, my mind racing through every possible scenario. I assumed this was about the corporate financial documents Nadia had said she would be gathering and reviewing our files before my company could partner with hers. She probably had clearly uncovered the quiet discrepancies in the Cornell Group books. My chest tightened as I tried to recall every questionable transaction, every desperate transfer, and every gray-area document I had approved over the past year. I was now fully convinced myself that Nadia really was going to use anything against me, and not just let the d

Chapter 39

Nadia’s POV.The air inside the police station filled with the smell of old papers and coffee.I sat next to Ronan in the small, quiet office, my hands folded tightly in my lap. The lead detective sat across from us, sorting through the files on his desk before looking up to meet my gaze. He had called us in to give us an update on the investigation we had initiated, but the news he delivered was not what I expected."We brought Damian Cornell in for questioning this morning," the detective said, leaning back in his chair. "He denied any involvement in the smear campaign. He was quite adamant about it."I blinked, looking from the detective to the paperwork on the desk. "He denied it?""Yes," the detective replied, nodding once. "He insists he had no knowledge of the payments made to the blog owner, nor does he know how the calls to the gossip site originated from his household network."Beside me, Ronan remained quiet, but I could feel the slight shift in his posture. He was waiting

Chapter 40

Nadia’s POV. The silver band sat quietly on the polished wood table between us, catching the dim overhead light of the restaurant.I stared down at it, my throat suddenly dry. A heavy wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over me as Ronan’s words settled in the space between us."The woman you saw me with that day," Ronan said, his voice completely calm. "She’s my neighbor, Nadia. She was helping me pick out a gift."I closed my eyes for a brief second, feeling the heat rise to my face. I had spent days building an entire tower of assumptions, convincing myself that he had moved on, that he was building a new family, and that I was nothing more than an intrusion from his past. I had chosen to run away and hide behind silent distance instead of simply asking him the truth.Ronan noticed the tension in my shoulders. He reached across the table, his hand resting near mine, though he didn't quite touch my fingers."Hey," he said softly, waiting until I looked up to meet his eyes. "I’m n

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