Jasper didn't need to explain. The moment Maeve saw him, she knew exactly who he was.
The Grovers.
That massive, deeply connected family was one of the targets she'd come to Aethelburg to deal with.
A year ago, every single Grover had gone onto her blacklist.
If the Grovers ever learned who Maeve really was, they wouldn't hesitate—they'd erase her, no matter the cost.
And if Maeve ever got the chance… she'd return the favor.
The only problem was timing. She didn't have enough leverage yet.
If she wanted to wipe out the Grovers for good, she needed to wait.
The history between Maeve and that family was something even Jasper and Naomi didn't know.
It was too bloody, too ugly—she wasn't telling them. Not now.
Maeve lifted her glass and, with perfect manners, returned Simon's toast.
The approval in Simon's eyes deepened, like he'd just been rewarded.
Jasper leaned closer. "Maeve… you know him?"
The smile on Maeve's face didn't reach her eyes. "How would I know Simon Grover? I just saw him once—outside, while I was on the phone."
Naomi didn't buy that the situation was harmless. "Jasper—what's Simon Grover's deal?"
Because men didn't randomly send drinks to women unless they wanted something.
Jasper didn't bother hiding it. "Aethelburg's got three major families right now—the Grovers, the Shaws, and the Fultons."
He paused. "And the Grovers are the top of the pile."
"Money, connections, influence—whatever you measure by, they beat the other two."
Naomi had only reunited with her parents last year—her background was messy, complicated.
Compared to real socialite daughters, Naomi still had an edge to her, a little too much street in her smile.
She didn't get along with her parents—or with the "perfect" girl who'd been raised in her place. If anything, Naomi was the one being pushed out.
One night, drunk in a hotel, she'd ended up in bed with someone.
That someone had been Declan.
And from that night on, their lives stayed tangled.
At first, Declan treated Naomi like a one-night mistake he kept repeating.
His family pressure never let up, and Naomi became the easiest way to burn off the frustration.
But after a while, he'd gotten interested—really interested—in this strange, sharp-edged girl who didn't behave like anyone else in his world.

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