Diana took a shaky breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she folded them together on the table. It was clear that she was struggling to get the words out, as though battling herself over whether she should admit what was on her mind. But eventually, she did.“There was a night… A night that Andrew came home drunk,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “He never does that. He always fought for our father’s approval, and for Andrew to come home like that, to a house our father was in… I knew something was wrong. I’d suspected it before, but that night confirmed it for me.”Jason leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable, but his eyes focused intently on her.“That night, one of the maids came to fetch Andrew,” Diana continued. “She said Father wanted to see him in his study. Andrew was drunk and barely stable, but he went anyway. I... I did something I wouldn’t normally do.” She hesitated, her lips pressing together in a tight line. “I eavesdropped. I followed him to the

Diana sat in her room at the Sinclair Mansion, staring out the window. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, but its warmth didn’t reach her. There was an icy cold storm brewing inside of her caused by everything she had learnt about her father. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she mentally rehearsed what she was about to do.This has to be done, she reminded herself. For Lana. For me. For Jason.Rising to her feet, she smoothed the front of her dress, squared her shoulders, and headed toward her father’s study. Her hand trembled slightly as she knocked on the heavy door.“Who is it?” came Stefan’s deep, commanding voice.“It’s me,” Diana replied, steadying her voice.“Come in.”She opened the door and stepped inside. Stefan glanced up from his desk, his sharp eyes assessing her.“I’m surprised you have any time for me,” he said with a slight smirk. “Your mornings are usually devoted entirely to your daughter.”A strange thing happens when you find

Jason sat on the couch, watching Amelia pace the apartment with nervous energy. Her hands kept brushing through her hair as if trying to shake off the morning’s events. She turned suddenly, her voice slightly breathless.“You have no idea how scared I was, Jason,” Amelia said. “When that secretary came into Kent’s office to tell him about the accounts and the way he looked at me…I thought for sure he knew.” She let out a shaky laugh. “I swear, I thought he was going to call me out right then and there.”Jason leaned back, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But he didn’t.”Amelia stopped pacing and sighed. “No. He just turned around and gave me his usual ‘I’m superior to you’ attitude and sent me out of the office. Rudely, of course. I should’ve been pissed, but I was so relieved.” She paused, crossing her arms with a grin. “It’s kind of the best way things could’ve played out.”Jason nodded, his eyes full of quiet admiration. “You did well, Amelia. More than well. You’

The vineyard stretched endlessly in neat, sunlit rows, lush green vines crawling over carefully constructed trellises. The air was thick with the sweet smell of ripening grapes and damp soil, but inside the rustic estate house, Stefan Sinclair paced restlessly by the window, his phone clenched in his hand. He glanced at the screen for the hundredth time—no messages, no missed calls.Damien’s father, Richard, entered the room with a jovial smile, followed closely by his wife, Mildred.“Stefan,” Richard said warmly, his voice echoing slightly in the high-ceilinged room. “The vineyard is particularly beautiful this time of year, don’t you think?”Stefan turned, forcing a thin smile. “It is, Richard. Truly.” His tone flattened. “But I have to say, the service here is… shitty.”Richard’s booming laugh filled the room as Mildred chuckled softly beside him.“Ah, yes,” Richard said with a grin. “We didn’t take that into consideration when we bought the place. You can barely send a text, let a

Five minutes. It had only been five minutes since Jason Grey walked into the dining hall like a celebrity meeting his doting fans—and haters, Just five minutes, yet so much had already happened.Mildred, Richard, and even Damien made up the population of Jason’s fan club. They were utterly charmed by him; his every move, expression, his tailored Armani suit, his impeccable poise, and his air of quiet confidence had disarmed them completely. However, Jason hadn’t charmed them in the five minutes he’d been there. They became charmed much earlier when he told them his true identity. Frankly, he could have insulted their decor and spit in their fine china, and they would still be captivated by the grandson of Michael Allen Grey.Diana, meanwhile, had been exchanging furtive glances with Jason throughout those five minutes. Each look seemed to carry a silent plea, as if begging him to tread carefully. But Jason? Jason was calm, measured, and in complete control.And then there was Stefa