2026-08-11 18:16:00Ethan stopped three steps from the door. He didn't turn around, but he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek black bank card. He held it between two fingers and tossed it onto the bed. It landed near Natalie's knee with a soft tap against the sheets.
"What's that?" Natalie stared at the card like it might bite her.
"A prepaid card. $500,000 loaded on it. Consider it payment for your time." Ethan's voice was flat and businesslike, his back still half turned toward the door.
Natalie's face went through three expressions in two seconds. Surprise, confusion, and then hot, sharp offense. She picked up the card and held it in the air between her fingers.
"Payment? You think I'm some kind of escort, Ethan? You think you can throw money at me like I'm something you rented for the night?" Natalie's jaw tightened, her eyes burning into the side of his face.
Ethan finally turned around. He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest. His expression was the same calm, unreadable mask he had been wearing since the bar.
"Natalie, let me ask you something. When you saw me walk into MUSE last night in a plain shirt and jeans, before you noticed the suit and the watch and the wine, would you have sat down at my table?" His voice was quiet and steady.
Natalie opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again.
"Would you have touched my arm? Would you have pointed at the hotel across the street? Would you have given me even five minutes of your time if I didn't have a Patek Philippe on my wrist and $700,000 worth of wine on my table?" Ethan didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
Natalie's grip on the card tightened, but she didn't put it down.
"That's what I thought." Ethan pushed off the doorframe and walked back into the room. He pulled a chair from the desk, turned it around, and sat facing her with his arms resting on the back.
"So what is this? You're punishing me for being attracted to money?" Natalie's voice had lost its edge now, replaced by something more cautious.
"No. I'm offering you a job." Ethan let the word sit in the air for a moment.
"A job." Natalie repeated it like she wasn't sure she heard right.
"$500,000 a month. Direct deposit. No taxes, no paperwork, no questions from anyone." Ethan held up one finger for each condition.
Natalie's eyes widened slowly, the offense draining from her face and being replaced by raw, naked interest. "For doing what exactly?"
"Claire trusts you. She tells you everything. Her plans, her complaints, her secrets, who she talks to, where she goes, what she's thinking before she even thinks it. I want all of it. Every conversation, every text, every whisper over brunch. You report to me, and only to me." Ethan's tone never shifted from that same calm, controlled baseline.
"You want me to spy on my best friend." Natalie said it out loud like she was testing how it tasted in her mouth.
"I want you to do what you've always done, Natalie. Sit with Claire, drink with Claire, gossip with Claire. The only difference is now you get paid for it." Ethan watched her face with the patience of a man who already knew the answer.
Natalie looked down at the card in her hand. Then she looked at the hotel room around her. The silk curtains, the marble bathroom she could see through the half open door, the champagne breakfast cart that room service had wheeled in thirty minutes ago. This was a world she had always orbited but never truly entered. Claire had kept her close enough to see it but never close enough to have it.
"What makes you think she won't figure it out?" Natalie pulled the sheet higher on her chest, her voice dropping.
"Because you're going to be richer than her. And nothing blinds Claire faster than being around someone who has more than she does. She won't question you. She'll cling to you." Ethan leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on hers.
"What do you mean cling to me?" Natalie tilted her head.
"Claire doesn't keep friends because she likes them. She keeps friends because they make her feel important. Right now, you serve that purpose because you listen to her complaints and validate her ego. But if you suddenly start showing up with better bags, better shoes, better vacations, she won't pull away. She'll pull closer. Because Claire needs to be near money. It's the only thing that keeps her attention." Ethan delivered the analysis like he was reading a weather report, no emotion, no bitterness, just cold, clean truth.
Natalie was quiet for a long time. She turned the bank card over in her fingers, feeling its weight, running her thumb along the raised numbers.
$500,000 a month, she thought. That's $6 million a year. For having lunch with Claire and sending a few texts to Ethan. That's more than I make in five years at my actual job.
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“It is.” Ethan put his hands in his pockets and stood still.“No. Absolutely not. Whatever is going on with you, we can fix it. I will give you a raise. I will give you whatever title you want. Name your number, Ethan.” Victoria tossed the letter onto her desk and stepped toward him, her jaw set firm.“Victoria, your father made a promise to every employee who reaches twenty years with this company. I am at seventeen. Three more years and I vest into equity worth at least five million dollars. I remember the promise clearly.” Ethan nodded slowly.“Then you know what you are walking away from. Five million dollars, Ethan. My father built that promise for people exactly like you. People who gave their lives to this company. Stay three more years and it is yours.” Victoria held up three fingers, her voice carrying the weight of genuine concern.“I do not need it anymore.” Ethan said it quietly and without any trace of arrogance. He walked past her to the floor to ceiling window and looke
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Chapter 14: part-2
“Hey, Lily, listen. About before. That was just me being stupid, okay? I was angry and hurting and I took it out on you. It was a joke. A bad one. Come here, let me look at where I got you.” Derek walked over with his palms up, his voice dropping into something gentle that did not fit his swollen face at all.Lily looked at him for half a second and then took his arm with a smile. “It is fine, Uncle Derek. It does not even hurt anymore.”“Let me rub it. I feel terrible.” Derek put his arm around her shoulder and guided her back to the bed, playing the caring uncle like he had not been standing over her body sixty seconds ago.Margaret watched the scene and nodded with deep satisfaction. “Good. This is good. Now we are all on the same page.”“Nobody tells Ethan. Nobody even hints at it. As far as that fool knows, Lily is his daughter and he owes her everything.” Claire looked at each of them in turn, her eyes cold and final. “We take his apartment, his car, his savings, and his monthly
Chapter 14: The Secret part-1
Claire knelt down and pulled Lily off the carpet by her arms. She brushed the hair from her daughter's face, wiped the tears with her thumb, and guided her to the edge of the bed. Then she turned around and looked at her mother and brother with the kind of stillness that made both of them stop breathing. "Lily is not Ethan's daughter." Claire said each word separately, placing them into the room like stones dropped into still water. Margaret's hand went to her mouth. Derek froze with the ice bag halfway to his face. Lily looked up from the bed with wet eyes and a confused frown. "What did you just say?" Margaret whispered it through her fingers. "You heard me. Ethan is not her biological father. He never was." Claire folded her arms across her chest, her face showing nothing at all. Derek lowered the ice and squinted at his sister with his one good eye. "You are making this up. You are saying this so I feel bad about hitting her." "Look at my face, Derek. Do I look like I am jok
Chapter 13: part-2
Derek pulled the ice away from his eye and looked at his sister. “Child support for Lily? Claire, Lily is not even his kid. You told us that years ago.”“Ethan does not know that. And as long as he does not know, the court gives me whatever I ask for. A man who makes what Ethan makes will be paying me fifteen thousand a month minimum for a child he thinks is his.” Claire’s voice was smooth and calm, the voice of someone who had been running these numbers in her head for longer than tonight.“That is brilliant.” Margaret clapped her hands together once. “We bleed him dry. We take the apartment, the car, the savings, and then we take monthly payments on top of it. By the time we are finished with him he will be sleeping in his office.”“He deserves worse than that. He deserves to be out on the street like the worthless dog he is.” Derek pressed the ice back against his face and smiled with the half of his mouth that still worked.The three of them leaned in together over the desk, their
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