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Lily's POV.Prime Hour Media’s studio was the same as before — the velvet sofa, the lights, the crew moving through their pre-broadcast choreography quietly. But the atmosphere was different. The first interview had been about establishing us. The second about surviving the audit. This one was about something more personal than either of those, and Brenda knew it, and all three of us were sitting with that knowledge while the makeup team did their final checks.Diego sat beside me, jacket on and entirely composed. He'd been entirely composed since we'd left the penthouse, same as I was. It made me grateful in a way."Two minutes," the director called.Diego moved closer to me and held my hand as he usually did, reminding me that we were in it together. Brenda leaned forward in her chair across from us. "Before we go live, is there anything you'd like me to avoid?"It was a courtesy question, and I almost scoffed at it. She was going to ask what she was going to ask, regardless.

Last Updated : 2026-09-29

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Lily's POV.“What did you find?” Diego asked Arnold over the phone. He’d tasked him with finding out how the contract could’ve possibly been leaked, and whether anyone could’ve broken into the penthouse while we weren’t around. “It’s almost been futile, Mr. Rookwood. Whoever released it, they really covered their tracks well.” Arnold’s voice came out distressed. “And the apartment? Did anyone enter without our knowledge? Did you confirm with the security company in charge?”“I confirmed it sir. No one broke into your penthouse. In fact, the only movement recorded that week was only by a tenant downstairs who claimed to return the keys.”Diego’s brows furrowed. “A tenant moved out? Who’s that?”Arnold went silent on the other end of the call. Diego and I shared a glance, and a suspicion. “Brittany.” The three of us said in unison.“But Mr. Rookwood, I don’t think she had anything to do with it. On the CCTV camera, Brittany never went past her apartment, nor did she spend time aroun

Last Updated : 2026-09-29

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Lily's POV.The boardroom was the same one we'd sat in for the audit.Same long table, same wall of windows, same quality of light that made everything look like a tribunal. I'd walked in here several weeks ago with Diego's hand at my back and my knees threatening to give and ruin the perfect tower of lies we'd spent weeks building.Today, I walked in knowing exactly who I was.The room filled the way boardrooms did — people arriving in clusters, conversations happening at the edges. It was filled with people pretending they hadn't already decided how they were voting. Richard was already seated at the far end, which told me he'd been here early, which told me he was nervous.Good.Frank came in behind us, almost stepping on Diego's heel, and recovered smoothly into a sympathetic expression that fooled no one. I don’t think he knew no one was fazed by his fake sympathy. "Lily." He’d touched my arm briefly. "However this goes, I want you to know—""Thank you, Frank," I’d cut him off,

Last Updated : 2026-09-29

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Lily's POV.Brittany looked different from the last time.Not in a bad way, she still looked pretty, if not prettier. She was just stripped of the careful performance she'd always maintained. The warmth was gone. The practiced concern, the choreographed ease of someone who knew exactly how to charm a person and stand out. What was left was something harder and colder, which in its own way was more frightening than the version I'd known.She was sitting in my chair."Brittany," Diego said. His voice was completely flat."You won," she said, looking at me. Not at him. At me. "I watched the broadcast from the boardroom. Congratulations." She smiled, and it didn't reach anywhere. "Richard's going to be insufferable for weeks.""Get up," Diego said."I'd rather not." She shifted in the chair, and the light from the window caught the object in her lap. A revolver. Small, but no less loaded. "I've been sitting here for four hours. I'm comfortable."My blood went cold."How did you get in?"

Last Updated : 2026-09-29

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Lily's POV.I woke up to sunlight and Diego's arm around my waist.I lay still for a moment, letting myself feel everything around me, the weight of his arm, the sound of the city outside, the absence of anything urgent pressing through the walls. No countdowns. No board issues for the time being. No Frank calling with rehearsed concern at eight in the morning.Just this.Diego's breathing was slow and even behind me, the deep kind that meant he'd actually slept, which after all we’d been through, felt like its own small victory. I turned carefully, not wanting to wake him, and looked at his face in the morning light.The graze on his arm was bandaged properly now. I'd seen to that after the police left, over his protests, thoroughly ensuring that they were properly tended to, to prevent infections.He looked younger when he was asleep. Less weighted. I’d gotten so used to his cold mask that I didn’t realize how much younger he actually was when he looked this unguarded.I watched h

Last Updated : 2026-09-29

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Lily’s POV.I kept cutting. And as if needing the perfect distraction so I didn’t feel like an eavesdropper, my own phone rang with a call from Nate. I stepped away to answer it and was met by Nate’s worrying voice.“Are you hurt?”“How’s Diego?”“Do you need us to come over?”“Are you…”“Do you…”

Last Updated : 2026-09-30

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Lily's POV.The morning started the way good mornings had been starting for us lately. Diego made coffee. I sat at the island and watched him do it and tried not to think about the man who’d called me, claiming to be my mother’s legal counsel, which I'd been trying not to think about since I'd woken up at five and lain in the dark staring at the ceiling until six-thirty when Diego had opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "You haven't slept."He always knew when I was worried. "I slept a little," I'd said.He hadn't argued. He'd gotten up and made coffee.Now he set a mug in front of me and leaned against the counter across the island and looked at me with the expression he used when he was waiting for me to say the thing I'd been not saying.I wrapped both hands around the mug."I don't know what to expect," I said finally. "From today. From whatever he has." I looked at the coffee. "There's a version of her I knew and a version of her I didn't, and whatever's in that office m

Last Updated : 2026-10-03

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Lily's POV.The journal seemed to disconnect because after that, she never wrote about him again.She wrote about Richard first.Not the version I'd grown up watching — not the composed, patient man who had married her for years. The other version. The one she'd discovered when the numbers stopped adding up, when certain board decisions started benefiting Richard's private holdings in ways that required extra attention. She'd been documenting it for years: names, dates, amounts, transactions that connected Richard to a network of arrangements that would take an accountant months to fully map.She'd done most of that mapping herself.The allies were listed near the back. People who had been loyal to her and had gone quiet after she lost her power, not because they'd changed sides, she wrote, but because there was no longer a side to be loyal to. People who would come back if called.Then I turned the page and found the final entry.I've reached out to Diego Rookwood.My hand went still

Last Updated : 2026-10-04

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Diego’s POV.The silence inside the penthouse felt poisonous, seeping through my skin and eating slowly at me.I sat at the island in the kitchen, a glass of untouched scotch onto the counter. My head rested in my hands. Every second that ticked by on the clock felt like a slow blade dragging across my ribs.“You wouldn't even be here right now to lash out at me.”My own words kept repeating in my head, burning like acid in my mind.I’d snapped. After years of holding her together, of guarding her against her family's filth, I had let my own pride weaponize her pain. I had thrown her mother's death and her lowest moment right in her face.I heard the click of her bedroom door opening when she left, followed by the rustle of her coat and the chime of the front door closing. I hadn't stopped her. I thought she just needed space—a breath of cold night air away from the walls that were suffocating her.I looked at the clock.8:42 PM.She’d been gone for hours now.A sharp, familiar dread

Last Updated : 2026-10-05

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Diego's POV.The world came back in bits.Glass. Cold air through a shattered window. The smell of something burning: rubber or oil or both. The sound of rain.I tried to move and pain answered from my shoulder, sharp and absolute. I ignored it and moved anyway.The door was jammed. I put my good shoulder against it and pushed until the hinges gave and the door swung outward. I half-fell onto the wet l road.My legs held when I stood. Barely, but they held. That was all I needed: a functioning body — whether half or whole — to save Lily.The car was on its side against the barrier, the front crumpled, the passenger side caved in. If Lily had been in the seat — I stopped that thought before it finished.This was planned, I thought. Richard never wanted the evidence. After all, if the victims of a crime were never alive, did the crime ever truly happen?I went to the back of the car, to the section that had taken the least damage, and wrenched the boot open. The compartment inside was i

Last Updated : 2026-10-06

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