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(Thomas)The next morning, I drove back to the mansion with Adeline sitting quietly in the backseat. The ride was mostly silent, save for the occasional deep breath or shifting from her as she tried to settle herself. Ruby had opted out of coming back with us, and I understood why. That mansion, after everything, wasn’t a place where she felt safe or at peace anymore. But still, her absence made the car feel emptier, like something vital was missing.I glanced at Adeline through the rearview mirror. She looked out the window, her face pale but composed, even after the scare at the hospital. She was strong. Stronger than I ever gave her credit for. But I knew that even she was feeling the weight of it all. The cancer, the treatments, and the constant uncertainty. It gnawed at her, though she’d never admit it outright. She was determined to be the pillar for Lydia, for Ruby, and for all of us. “You feeling okay back there?” I asked, my voice breaking through the quiet.Adeline turned h

(Lydia)The movie ended with a thunderous clap. I blinked in the dim light of the theater as the credits rolled, still caught up in the emotions of the film. As the applause grew louder, I stood with everyone else, offering a smile and a nod to my co-stars. People were already making their way toward me, some with tears in their eyes, others with wide smiles and eager words of praise.A middle-aged man I didn’t recognize was the first to approach. “That scene,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion, “That one scene where you’re crying out...my God, it tore me apart. Just incredible.”“Thank you,” I replied, feeling a mix of pride and overwhelming happiness. That scene had taken everything out of me, and hearing how much it affected people made it worth it. One by one, others came up to me, showering me with compliments and recounting how deeply my performance had resonated with them. My heart swelled with every kind word. After all the fear, the doubt, and the isolation, this was

(Thomas)Seeing Lydia shaken after Nathan’s intrusion stirred something deep inside me. It was a combination of rage and protectiveness that I couldn’t fully control. I needed to be there for her, to make her feel safe. So after the encounter, I didn’t waste any time. I took her hand, gently leading her out of the venue and into the waiting car, where our security team was already on high alert. The whole ride to the hotel, I kept glancing at her, watching the way her hands trembled in her lap despite her efforts to keep calm.Lydia was a strong woman, but after the way she had been treated by Nathan, anyone would be shaken after another encounter.The car pulled up to the penthouse suite I had arranged for Lydia’s stay, away from prying eyes and unwanted attention. The security team did a sweep of the hotel earlier to ensure everything was secure, but even so, I wasn’t taking any chances. Roger and the rest of the team would stand watch, just in case.I helped Lydia out of the car,

(Thomas)Lydia had been restless all morning. I could see it in the way she moved, the way she kept glancing at her phone, flipping through news articles, her fingers tapping against the screen with increasing frustration. I knew what she was thinking. She was beginning to doubt the path we had taken with Nathan. And part of me understood. Muddying his name in the media was a dangerous game, one that could come back to haunt us if we weren’t careful. But it was necessary. Nathan had backed us into a corner, and if we didn’t fight back, he would only tighten his grip.Lydia set her phone down on the table with a sigh, and I could feel the weight of her thoughts even before she spoke.“Thomas,” she began, her voice hesitant, “I’m just not sure this is the right way to handle things.”I looked at her, trying to read between the lines of her words, “You’re worried about the media.”“I’m worried about everything,” she admitted. “Nathan is dangerous, and pushing him like this could backfir

(Jack)The tension in the boardroom was palpable. I’d been here before, seated in this same chair, defending both my brother and myself against a barrage of questions. But today felt heavier, the pressure more suffocating than ever. With Thomas away again, the spotlight had squarely fallen on me, and I was once again thrust into the role of damage control.I could feel the weight of their eyes, each member of the board studying me with varying degrees of skepticism. Some leaned forward, arms crossed, others flipped through their papers, as if the solution to our problems lay somewhere between the lines. But I knew what this was. It was another test, another battle to prove that I could handle the chaos that surrounded my brother and this company."Mr. Lombardi," Richard, one of the board members, began. His voice was sharp as he continued, "with Thomas absent, and now this media frenzy about his involvement in the latest incident, how exactly do you plan to steer the company through t