บททั้งหมดของ Back for him, Not for me.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 4

The glass shattered against the study wall before anyone could stop it.“Get out of my house!” Peter Fenwick’s arm was still raised from the throw, his chest heaving, water dripping down the wallpaper behind him. “I do not care whose signature is on that contract — get out, all of you!”“Peter.” Beatrice Fenwick’s hand shot out, gripping her husband’s sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, sit down.”Everett Ossorio did not even flinch at the broken glass. She remained seated and composed, one leg crossed over the other, watching the outburst the way someone watches a tantrum they have already decided will end in their favor. “Finished, Peter? Or would you like to break something else before we get to the part where I save your family’s name and empire at the same time?”“Save us?” Peter’s laugh came out jagged, humorless. “Did you build this collapse? Do not sit in my study and pretend you are rescuing anyone.”“I built nothing.” Everett’s voice did not rise, which someho

The elevator dropped floor by floor, and Isadora stood very still, watching the numbers count down like a countdown to something she could not name yet.Nine. Eight. Seven.The truth about them?Meanwhile, why does she look almost like me? Her mum had told her that story enough times growing up — a difficult pregnancy, doctors who once mentioned they might have been two, a loss so early it barely counted as memory. A shadow of a sibling. Nothing more.And why had Rosalind’s voice sounded so certain?Moments later, the elevator doors opened onto the lobby. Isadora walked past the security, out through the revolving doors into a Madrid morning that had not stopped just because her life had.She made it three blocks before her legs gave up the effort of pretending she was fine, and she had to stop, one hand braced against a lamppost, breathing like she had run the distance instead of riding an elevator.A few minutes later, she walked into Café Beatriz and found the corner table out of