Chapter 426 Chapter 419 Gemma’s POV I know that handwriting like I know my own reflection; from three years of seeing it on legal documents, on notes left for the housekeeper, on the marriage certificate we signed. It’s his, there is no doubt about it But when did he do

Chapter 425 Chapter 418 Reyna’s POV I’m waiting by the phone, perched on the edge of my settee, the anticipation a sweet, fizzy feeling in my chest. Any moment now, it will ring. Cassian will call me, telling me to come back. That Blackwell Industries needs me… that he needs

Chapter 424 Chapter 417 Liam’s POV They keep parroting the same line: no offense, just preference, but their eyes are slick with a knowing, manipulative glint. The old me, the hothead from a decade ago, would have already cleared this patio table with their faces. Years have mellowed me, but

Chapter 423 Chapter 416 Gemma’s POV 9 min leff For a moment, both Sybille and I are rendered speechless, united in our stunned disbelief. Grandpa’s intention isn’t just obvious; it’s a battering ram wrapped in a birthday ribbon. I manage a tight, non–committal smile, offering no reply. The timing is

Chapter 422 Chapter 415 Gemma’s POV “Grandpa,” I say, my voice carefully measured, “you told me this card was a wedding gift. But my family brought little to the marriage, and you… you settled a six hundred million dollar debt for us. Now that Cassian and I are divorced, it’s

Chapter 421 Chapter 414 Gemma’s POV “That was different!” The words snap out of me, sharp with a defensive heat I can’t control. “We were married then! Now, we have nothing to do with each other! ” He doesn’t flinch. If anything, a glimmer of his old, calculating self surfaces

Chapter 420 Chapter 413 Gemma’s POV I manage to get him upright, his weight a heavy, uncoordinated burden against my side. Since the divorce, we’ve both stayed stubbornly planted in this city, our orbits intersecting with a frequency that feels like we have annoyed some deity to the point of

Chapter 419 Chapter 412 Gemma’s POV The cool night air at the hotel entrance is a relief after the stuffy, perfumed heat of the ballroom. I’m perfectly sober, so I take the keys from a slightly tipsy Zina, sliding into the driver’s seat of her car. Wesley and Molly pile

Chapter 418 Chapter 411 Gemma’s POV The grip on my arm is startling, a brand of heat and possession through the silk of my sleeve. I yank my arm free, the motion sharp. “Is there a problem?” My voice is cool, a direct challenge. Where I go ceased being his

Chapter 417 Chapter 410 Mikhail’s POV The gala’s energy hums around me, a steady, prosperous drone. Robby Butler, one of our newer, shinier assets, has just finished pouring a nervous complaint into my ear. Now, I relay the issue to the one person I know can solve it. “Robby says