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Companies like Northern Industrial Factory often dragged out the payment process, knowing that vulnerable clients couldn’t afford to wait. Meanwhile, Noah needed specialized treatment for his injury, and Leah’s condition was deteriorating rapidly.
I made a decision then, reaching for my phone again. The Moonlight Charitable Foundation answered on the third ring.
“This is Olivia Winters,” I said. “I’d like to make a donation.”
By the time I finished the call, I had transferred ten million dollars to the foundation, with specific provisions. for the Pierce siblings’ care. I structured it carefully to preserve their dignity-the foundation would cover their medical expenses as part of a broader program for injured workers, not as direct charity.
I also sent Emma a separate transfer of $200,000 for daily expenses and to hire household help while she focused on supporting the siblings.
Her response came almost immediately-a voice message filled with tears and gratitude.
“Olivia,” Emma’s voice cracked with emotion. “I don’t know what to say. You’ve shown more compassion to these kids than anyone ever has. Thank you doesn’t seem enough, but… thank you.”
I was still smiling at her message when my phone rang again. This time it was Jason Mitchell from the legal team I’d assembled for Noah’s case.
“We’ve got the preliminary injunction,” he reported. “The factory can’t destroy any evidence related to the accident.”
“That’s excellent news,” I said, feeling a small victory. “What about the safety inspection records?”
“Still working on getting those subpoenaed. Their lawyers are fighting us every step of the way.”
“Keep pushing.” I urged. “Those records will prove they knew about the safety issues long before Noah’s accident.”
After hanging up, I gathered my things, preparing to meet Connor. Despite the challenges ahead, I felt more purposeful than I had in months. This case mattered-these siblings mattered-and I was determined to help them.
(Connor’s POV)
The evening traffic parted before my Cullinan SUV as I made my way toward Moonlaw Legal Services. Olivia’s voice had sounded tired on the phone, and I found myself pressing the accelerator a little harder, eager to see her.
My wolf was restless, concerned about our mate working too hard and not taking care of herself. The protective instinct had only grown stronger since our engagement became official.
I was just turning onto Fifth Street when my phone rang through the car’s speaker system. Frank Langley’s name appeared on the dashboard display.
“Rivers,” I answered, keeping my eyes on the road.
“Sir,” Frank’s voice was tense, lacking its usual calm efficiency. “Something bad has happened to Vanessa
Reed!”
My hand tightened on the steering wheel, instantly alert. “Explain.”
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(Olivia’s POV)
I gathered the last of my files on Noah’s case, tucking them neatly into my leather portfolio. The office had emptied hours ago, leaving me alone with the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional ping of late-night emails.
My stomach growled, reminding me I’d been waiting for Connor. I checked my phone again, though I knew he wouldn’t arrive. His call about Vanessa’s poisoning had changed our plans entirely.
“Silver poisoning,” I murmured to myself, zipping my portfolio closed.
The implications were troubling. Silver poisoning was rarely accidental-someone had deliberately targeted Connor’s foster sister. Despite our complicated history, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
My phone buzzed with a text from Connor: “I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll make it up to you. Stay safe.”
I smiled despite my disappointment, typing back: “Don’t worry. Take care of Vanessa. Call me when you can.”
Gathering my things, I headed out of the building. The night air was cool against my skin as I locked the office door behind me.
“Dinner for one it is,” I sighed, walking toward a small diner across the street.
The place was nearly empty, just a couple of truckers nursing coffee at the counter. I slid into a booth by the window, ordered a sandwich, and tried not to think about how I’d rather be having dinner with Connor.
After eating quickly, I drove back to my apartment at Riverdale Terrace. The parking lot was poorly lit, shadows stretching between the few working lamps.
I parked as close to the entrance as possible, scanning the darkness before getting out. Connor’s warnings about staying vigilant had taken root in my mind.
The elevator ride to my floor was uneventful, but as I approached my apartment door, a familiar scent made my steps falter.
Ethan. tensed, my keys clutched tightly in my hand. His distinctive cologne-expensive and subtle-reached me before I saw him emerge from the shadows near my door.
“Working late again, Olivia?” His voice was smooth as he stepped into the dim hallway light.
I kept my expression neutral, though my wolf bristled defensively. “What are you doing here, Ethan?”
His blue eyes gleamed as he looked me over, concern painted across his features so perfectly it might have fooled someone who didn’t know him as well as I did.
“I was worried about you,” he said, moving closer. “It’s not safe for you to be out alone so late.” Linserted my key into the lock, determined to end this conversation quickly. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Are you?” He raised an eyebrow. “There have been reports of omega attacks in this area. I thought I should check on you.”
“How thoughtful,” I replied coldly, turning the key. “But unnecessary. Goodnight, Ethan.
I pushed the door open, ready to step inside and shut him out, but Ethan moved with surprising speed. His larger frame blocked the doorway, preventing me from closing it.
“Don’t you want to know where your precious Alpha is right now?” he asked, his tone dripping with false
Innocence.
I froze, my hand still on the doorknob. “Connor is dealing with a family emergency. Not that it’s any of your business.”
Ethan’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Is that what he told you? While you’re here alone, Connor Rivers is with Jessica Sullivan.”
My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my expression carefully blank. “I don’t know who that is, and I don’t care for your games.”
“No games,” Ethan said, pulling out his phone. “Just truth you deserve to hear.”
Before I could protest, he pressed play on an audio recording. A woman’s voice, broken with sobs, filled the hallway.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried. “After what they did to me… the kidnapping… I just need you, Connor. You’re the only one who understands.”
My blood ran cold as the recording continued, the woman’s desperate pleas punctuated by what sounded like Connor’s deep, soothing responses in the background.
“Who is she?” I asked, hating how my voice wavered slightly.
Ethan’s eyes gleamed with triumph at my reaction. “Jessica Sullivan. She was arrested for stalking me a few months ago, but then she disappeared. Turns out she was kidnapped.”
I shook my head, confusion and disbelief warring within me. “What does this have to do with Connor?”
“He’s been helping her recover,” Ethan said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Quite intimately, from what I hear. Did he tell you about her? About how he visits her almost daily?”
My mind raced, trying to make sense of this information. Connor had been busy lately, often canceling our plans with vague explanations about pack business.
“You’re lying,” I said, but uncertainty had crept into my voice.
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