Charles_Goo

Emma Hamilton is born into one of the most powerful families in the country. With a grandfather who was a founding marshal, a father who is a business tycoon, and brothers who are leaders in the military, politics, the underworld, and more, she seems destined for a life of privilege and power. But her life takes a dark turn when a malicious stepmother and a conniving imposter throw her out of her own home. Despite her desperate attempts to prove her identity, she is met with disdain and rejection.

Heartbroken and betrayed, she leaves, vowing to never look back. Yet, as she distances herself from the family that discarded her, she unexpectedly discovers their longing for her return. Each of her powerful brothers, who once seemed indifferent, now plead for her forgiveness and beg her to come back. But Emma, who has learned the value of self-worth and resilience, must decide whether to forgive those who wronged her or carve out a new path on her own.

Pampered by six brother: A sudden change life

The ice in his glass rattled slightly as he set it down. Logan reached for the folder Ethan had left behind, flipping it open with a slow, deliberate motion. The first page contained surveillance photos—grainy but clear enough to show Reginald in various locations, meeting with different people. Some were familiar faces in the business world, others less so—politicians, security contractors, even a few known fixers.

Logan's lips pressed into a thin line. Marshall was mobilizing everyone he could.

His fingers drummed against the page as he turned it over. More reports. Phone logs. A list of recent transactions—large sums moving in and out of offshore accounts.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Desperate old bastard," he muttered.

A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He didn't need to look up to know who it was.

The door opened smoothly, and Celeste Monroe stepped in, her heels barely making a sound against the hardwood floor.

She wasn't just beautiful—she was lethal. A woman who had spent years navigating the underbelly of high society, playing the game better than most men ever could. Behind her striking green eyes lay a mind as sharp as a blade, and Logan knew better than to underestimate her.

Celeste had been many things—an investment broker, a political consultant, a fixer for the powerful. But above all, she was his—his most trusted confidante, his most dangerous asset, and maybe the only person who truly understood him.

Dressed in a fitted black dress that hinted at power just as much as beauty, she carried an air of quiet control. There was no wasted movement, no hesitation in the way she stepped forward.

Her sharp green eyes flickered to the file on the table before settling on Logan.

"Something interesting?" she asked, her voice smooth but laced with curiosity.

Logan gestured to the file. "Marshall's moving pieces. Just like we expected."

Celeste stepped closer, scanning the top page before smirking slightly. "He's getting predictable."

"Maybe." Logan leaned back against the bar, watching her. "Or maybe he's counting on us thinking that."

She met his gaze, considering that for a moment. "So what's the play?"

Logan took another slow sip of his drink before answering. "We let him move. Let him think he's making progress. And when he finally thinks he has the upper hand…" His lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "We remind him why he should have left me in the dark."

Celeste tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. "You always did have a flair for theatrics."

"Comes with the territory," Logan said lightly. Then, more seriously, "I need you to follow up on the financial trails. See who else is in play."

Celeste nodded. "Consider it done."

She turned to leave but paused at the door, glancing back over her shoulder. "Just don't get reckless, Logan. The old man's dangerous when he's cornered."

Celeste gave him a knowing look before slipping out, leaving Logan alone once more.

He glanced back at the city, finishing off his drink with one last swallow.

57. Celeste Monroe