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chapter 391

Point of View: Alexander"Shout all you want, Mr. Sterling. Nobody paid me to leak eleven letters. They paid me to hide the twelfth one where no one would ever think to look."Daniel sat on the edge of the motel bed with his knees bouncing, and his voice cracked on the last word. Room Nine at the Harbor Lane Motel smelled like old smoke and wet carpet. The ice machine outside coughed and rattled every few seconds, like it was trying to warn us.Marcus stood against the door with his arms folded. He had not said a word since we walked in. I had asked him to stay quiet, and to my surprise, he had listened."Twelve," I repeated. "Teresa only ever mentioned eleven.""She counted the ones she read," Daniel said. "My aunt never opened the last envelope. It was sealed with red wax. She said it was not hers to read.""And you did not care whose it was to read," I said.Daniel flinched. "I cared about my rent. I cared about the man from the collection office who slept outside my door for a wee

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chapter 392

Point of View: Elena"You walked into a motel room without me, and you let me sit here believing this was just a lonely man with money problems. Do you know how that feels?"I said it before Alexander had even taken off his coat. It was past midnight, the house had gone quiet, and the only light in the sitting room came from one lamp and the pale glow of the window behind me.Alexander stopped in the doorway. He looked tired in a way that sleep would not fix."Elena, I was trying to protect you.""From what? From knowing the truth about my own family?" I pushed myself up from the sofa, one hand pressed to my lower back. "I am eight months pregnant, Alexander. I am not made of glass.""You are carrying our child.""And I am also the woman who stood in front of a room full of reporters when Julian's name first came out," I said. "I did not need a guard then. I do not need one now."He crossed the room slowly and sat down on the arm of a chair, like a man who knew he had no good answer.

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chapter 393

Point of View: Alexander"No. I will not allow it. Not this, Julian. I will not let you walk into a dark room with strangers who have been hunting you for weeks."I heard my own voice ring off the study walls, and I saw everyone in the room flinch. It was six in the morning. Nobody had slept. Coffee cooled in cups that no one had touched.Julian stood by the bookshelf with his arms crossed, his chin lifted. He looked so much like my father in that moment that it almost hurt."You do not get to allow me, Alexander," he said. "It is my mother. It is my letter.""It is a trap.""Maybe." He shrugged, but his voice shook. "But it is also the only chance I will ever have to hear her say something to me."Rosalind sat beside him on the arm of a chair, her hand resting on his back. She did not say anything, but her eyes told me she was already on his side. Elena sat near the window with a blanket across her knees, listening more than speaking, and I knew her well enough to know she was gather

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chapter 394

Point of View: Elena"Congratulations, Mrs. Sterling. Such a fragile time for a family. I do hope the baby arrives before the next scandal does."Grant Whitlow's smile was perfectly polite. His voice was warm honey. And under the honey, if you listened closely, there was something cold and patient that made every hair on my arms stand up.We were standing at the Sterling Foundation charity luncheon, under a tent of white silk, surrounded by women in soft hats and men in dark suits. Music from a string quartet drifted over the tables. The air smelled of lilies and warm bread and expensive perfume.I lifted my glass of sparkling water and smiled back at him with every ounce of calm I owned."Thank you, Grant," I said. "That is very kind. It means a lot, coming from someone who has always been so concerned for our family.""Of course. We are all family, in a way." He glanced at my stomach, and his eyes lingered just a second too long. "The board has always wanted what is best for the Ste

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chapter 395

Point of View: Alexander"If this goes wrong, Alexander, tell Julian I never took the deal. Tell him I never wanted it. Promise me that much."Marcus said it in the dim garage behind Vanessa's office, with his back against the hood of a car and the smell of oil and cold concrete around us. It was ten at night. The plan had been laid out for two hours. Everyone else had gone upstairs to rest.I stood across from him with my hands in my pockets and my heart hammering in a way I did not like."Nothing is going to go wrong," I said."You do not believe that.""No," I admitted. "I do not."He laughed, softly, without any humor. "At least you are honest.""Someone in this family should be."The words came out harder than I intended, and I saw them land. Marcus looked at the floor. A long silence passed. Somewhere upstairs a chair scraped across a wooden floor."You still think I might betray you," he said."I think you might get scared," I said. "And when you get scared, you get very quiet.

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chapter 396

Point of View: Elena"I know that coat. I know the way he holds that glove. Elena, that man stood in Eleanor's doorway twenty years ago, and she never slept a full night after."Teresa's hand pressed against the screen as if she could touch the photograph. Her fingers trembled. The kitchen at the main house was warm and smelled of cinnamon and coffee, but I suddenly felt cold all the way through.It was the morning of the meeting. The whole house moved quietly, like people who had agreed not to make any noise. Rosalind was upstairs helping Julian choose what to wear. Richard sat at the head of the breakfast table, gripping his cane. Alexander stood behind me, one hand resting on my shoulder."Teresa, are you certain?" I asked gently."I would know him anywhere." She lowered herself into a chair, breathing hard. "He came on a rainy night. Eleanor made me hide in the pantry with Julian. Julian was so small then, barely walking. She told me to keep him quiet no matter what I heard.""Wha

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chapter 397

Point of View: Alexander"Do not be afraid, Julian. You look so much like her. You have her eyes, and you are walking straight into my hands, just as she once did."The voice drifted down from the dark balcony of the Delancey Theater, calm and warm and almost kind. I sat in the van outside with Vanessa's headphones pressed to my ears, and every muscle in my body turned to stone.It was not Silas Pryce's voice.It was an older voice. A slower voice. And I knew it the way you know a nightmare after twenty years of dreaming it."Cardenas," Marcus breathed beside me.On the small monitor, the grainy feed from Julian's wire showed the old stage under a single work light. The velvet seats sat in shadows. Dust floated in the beam like slow snow. Julian stood at the center of the stage, alone, holding his hands loosely at his sides. I could see the tension in his shoulders even through the bad picture."You are very brave to come," Cardenas said."You said you had a letter," Julian answered.

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chapter 398

Point of View: Elena"Do not look at the road, Elena. Look at me. I have never lost a passenger and I am not about to start tonight."Marcus's voice was steady, but his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The black car tore through the city streets, past shining shop windows and blurred traffic lights. The seats smelled of leather and rain. Every time we hit a bump, a wave of pain rolled up my spine and squeezed the breath out of me."Faster," I gasped."I am going as fast as I safely can.""Marcus, this is not the time to be safe."Rain began to tap the windshield. Streetlights swept over Alexander's face in bars of yellow and shadow. I thought about the nursery at home, still smelling of new paint, and the tiny yellow blanket folded on the crib. I had imagined this night a hundred times. In none of those dreams had there been a wire, a stage, and a man named Cardenas in handcuffs."Talk to me," I begged. "About anything. Say something normal.""The nursery curtains are the wr

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chapter 399

Point of View: Alexander"Mr. Sterling, please sit down. Your wife is asleep and the baby is breathing on her own. But there is something we need to talk about."Dr. Patel took off her surgical cap, and her hair fell loose around her tired face. I had been standing in that waiting room for two hours and forty minutes. My shirt was ruined. My hands would not stop shaking."Something we need to talk about," I repeated. My voice sounded very far away. "What does that mean?""It means you have a daughter," she said, and a small smile broke across her face. "She is small and loud and completely healthy."I heard a strange sound, and realized it was coming from me. My knees gave out, and I dropped into the plastic chair behind me, both hands covering my face."And Elena?" I managed."Exhausted but stable. She lost some blood. We gave her a transfusion and she responded very well. She will need rest, but she will be fine."A hand landed on my shoulder. My father stood beside me, leaning heav

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chapter 400

Point of View: Elena"Elena, before the whole family sits down to eat, I need to ask you something. Please. Promise me you will not open what is in that trunk until she is grown."Richard said it softly, standing at the door of the nursery with his cane in one hand. It was seven days after Claire was born. The house smelled of roasted chicken and fresh bread, and the late sun turned the old hallway gold.I sat in the rocking chair by the window, with Claire asleep against my shoulder. Her breath was warm and tiny against my neck. For the first time in months, my body felt heavy in a way that was almost peaceful."What trunk?" I asked gently."Eleanor's." He leaned in the doorway. "Teresa brought it back to the house yesterday. It has been in her attic all these years.""The green ledger is in it.""No." He shook his head slowly. "Teresa says the ledger was never inside. But there is a false bottom. Eleanor showed her once, years ago. I have not had the strength to look."I studied his

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