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She hates to admit it, especially after the chaos of the last few days, but despite all the horrible things I’ve done and the destructive things I plan to do, she can’t evict me from her heart.

Ever since she saved me twenty-four years ago, she’s mourned losing me, and even though she didn’t recognize me, she trusted the man she met eight years ago and gave him everything.

I’m both Heath and Connor.The obsession of youth never ended.I need her, but I’m no longer a boy.

I’m her fiancé.Her only lover.Her boss.

Her personal demon and darkest fantasy.

Hilary Winthrop is mine.

Always.

She may think this marriage is just a contract, but she’s wrong.

I’m never letting her go.

Ever.

Chapter 15

Hilary Winthrop

After a quick tour of the townhouse, a hearty dinner, and settling Aisha and Momo into the guest rooms on the second floor, Connor ushers me to the study on the first floor.

Despite the exhaustion plaguing my bones, I don’t drag my feet.The sooner we get this over with, the better equipped I’ll be to handle whatever chaos fate decides to throw at me next.

I brace myself for the worst and hope for the best, but with Connor Pen involved, there’s no telling what the outcome will be.

He pulls out his desk chair and gestures for me to sit as he stands behind it.

As I plod across the floor barefoot with my hair down and blazer still over the back of my chair at the kitchen table, a sliver of unease creeps through me.I don’t feel prepared for this.I should don my full armor like I always do before business meetings, but the appreciation in Connor’s glittering green eyes pulls me forward.With his shirt—a clean one he changed into when we arrived—half unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled, and his hair mussed from a day of mayhem, he seems somehow softer yet no less menacing.

I sit and let him push me back to the desk.Goosebumps rise on my nape as he tucks my hair behind my ear and steals a kiss to my temple before propping his hip on the corner of the desk and gesturing to the open folders laid out over the top.

He must have organized this while I was settling my sisters into their new rooms.

I start with the closest one and skim through, deciding to create a broad brain map before I dive deeper into specifics.

The first two folders focus on hard evidence of Jocelyn and Alex’s involvement in his mother’s death.

“Is this all you have?”I ask.

He nods.

“Yes.They had about a decade to clean up after themselves before I had enough power to start looking without tipping them off.”

“How do you plan to link them?”

“Jocelyn is a slave to money and her emotions about it, as we saw in the jewelry store.Even if we can’t get concrete evidence of her crimes twenty-four years ago, we can get her and keep her behind bars rather easily once Alex falls.”

I chew on my inner lip as I weigh the pros and cons.Overall, he’s right.Even if he can’t prove previous crimes, he can still avenge his mom and ensure her killer never hurts another person again.

With a nod, I close and stack those folders before skimming over the others.

Disbelief pulses through me.I double and triple check the numbers before lifting shocked eyes to his.

“Through subsidiaries and partnerships, you almost own more shares of the Koch family business than Alex Koch himself has.”