The main salon was silent. Katherine sat on the velvet sofa, looking older than Mia had ever seen her.

Mia sat opposite, Leo still clinging to her like a limpet. He refused to let go, refused to look at anyone else.

"He hasn't spoken in two years," Katherine said, her voice trembling. "Not since the... incident with the kidnappers. His mother, Vivian... she's in Paris. She rarely calls."

Mia stroked Leo's back. He was asleep now, exhausted, his thumb in his mouth.

"He thinks you're her," Katherine said. She looked at Mia with a strange mixture of awe and suspicion. "Or maybe... maybe he sees something in you that we don't."

Katherine stood up. She walked over and placed a hand on Mia's shoulder. It wasn't gentle; it was a grip of iron necessity.

"You are useful," Katherine said, her voice hard and desperate. "You fixed Lucas's heart rate. You saved Leo. I don't care who you are or what crimes you committed. You will fix my family. If you fail, I will destroy you. But if you succeed... you'll have anything you want."

Mia nodded. "I'll handle Lucas."

She carried Leo upstairs. She put him in the small bed in the nursery, waiting until he was deeply asleep before untangling his fingers from her dress.

She walked back to Lucas's room.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the walker. He was trying to stand, sweat dripping from his nose. His legs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Dammit!" He slammed his hand against the mattress.

"You're rushing it," Mia said, closing the door.

Lucas looked up. "I heard about Leo. Is he okay?"

"He's sleeping. He almost drowned because your staff is incompetent."

Lucas's face darkened. "They're fired. All of them."

"Good. But that doesn't fix your legs."

Mia walked to the bedside table. She pulled the silver wires from her sleeve.

Lucas stared at them. "What is that?"

"Acupuncture."

"I don't believe in magic."

"It's not magic. It's neuro-stimulation. I'm going to bridge the signal gap in your spinal nerves using directed micro-trauma. It will hurt like hell, but you'll walk by tomorrow."

Lucas looked at the wires, then at her. "Where did a Sterling learn this?"

"I worked in an unlicensed clinic in the favelas of Rio for two years," Mia lied smoothly. "We didn't have MRI machines. We had to improvise."

Lucas hesitated. He looked at his useless legs. He looked at the clock. He had less than 24 hours before Julian made his move. The lie sounded plausible enough for a desperate runaway, which the report said she was.

He turned around, exposing his back. "Do it."

Mia didn't hesitate. She worked quickly, inserting the wires along his spine, focusing on the lumbar region.

Lucas groaned, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets.

"Breathe," Mia commanded. She flicked the wires.

His back muscles spasmed. A groan was torn from his throat.

"It feels like fire," he gritted out.

"That's the nerves waking up. Endure it."

For thirty minutes, she worked on him. It was intimate, brutal, and effective.

When she removed the last wire, Lucas slumped forward, panting.

"Try to stand," she said.

Lucas placed his feet on the floor. He pushed up.

His legs held. They shook, but they held.

He stood to his full height-six foot three. He towered over Mia.

He looked down at her, his eyes wide with shock. He took a step. Then another.

He turned to face her. The distance between them was negligible. Mia could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest.

"Who are you really, Mia?" he whispered. "Rio didn't teach you this."

Mia stepped back, her expression guarding her secrets. "You'd be amazed what you can learn when you have nothing else to lose."

The library of Kensington Manor was filled with the Board of Directors. Julian sat at the head of the table, looking solemn and triumphant.

"It is with a heavy heart," Julian began, "that I propose we declare Lucas permanently incapacitated. For the good of the company..."

The double doors banged open.

Lucas Kensington walked in.

He was wearing a charcoal three-piece suit. He leaned heavily on a cane, but he was upright. He was walking.

The room gasped. Julian dropped his pen.

"Lucas?" Julian stammered. "But... the reports..."

"Were exaggerated," Lucas said. His voice was cold, authoritative. He limped to the head of the table. "Get out of my chair, Julian."

Julian scrambled up, pale as a ghost.

Lucas sat down. He looked at the Board. "I'm back. And I'm freezing all asset transfers initiated in the last ninety days."

The meeting was short. Brutal. Julian was stripped of his interim powers.

After the directors left, Winston, Katherine, and Mia remained in the room.

Lucas turned his gaze to Mia.

"Thank you for your assistance," he said. His tone was transactional. "Now, to the matter of our 'marriage'."

Mia stiffened.

"I've instructed my lawyers to draft a settlement," Lucas said. "Five million dollars. You sign the annulment, and you leave today."

Mia felt the blood drain from her face. It wasn't about the money. If she left, she lost access to the Kensington network. She lost the only lead she had on her son. She couldn't leave. Not yet.

"You're kicking me out? After I saved your life? After I saved your son?"

"I don't like blackmail," Lucas said. "Your father forced this marriage. I am un-forcing it."

"Lucas!" Katherine cried. "She saved Leo!"

"I'll pay her for that too," Lucas said dismissively. "Alfred, escort Ms. Sterling to the gate."

Two security guards stepped forward.

Mia's mind raced. She needed a lever. She needed to break him.

"NO!"

A small scream pierced the air.

Leo sprinted into the room. He was wearing his pajamas.

He threw himself at the security guard reaching for Mia. He opened his mouth and bit down hard on the man's hand.

"Aagh!" The guard yanked his hand back.

Leo scrambled in front of Mia. He spread his small arms wide, shielding her.

He looked at his father. His face was red, streaked with tears.

"No go!" Leo screamed. "Mommy stays!"

Lucas froze. He stared at his son. Leo was looking at him with pure defiance.

"Leo..." Lucas stepped forward.

"NO!" Leo shrieked. He turned and wrapped his arms around Mia's legs, burying his face in her skirt. "My Mommy! Mine!"

Winston slammed his cane on the floor. "That settles it!"

The old man glared at Lucas. "Look at the boy, Lucas. And look at your own heart monitor logs. She is the only variable that stabilizes this family. Logic dictates she remains."

Lucas looked at his grandfather. He looked at his weeping son. He looked at Mia, who was stroking Leo's hair, her face a mask of cold victory.

He was trapped.

"Fine," Lucas spat. "She stays. For the boy."

He walked up to Mia. He leaned in close, so only she could hear.

"You can stay in this house. You can play mother to my son. But don't think you're my wife. You're a glorified nanny. And I will never touch you."

Mia looked him dead in the eye. She smiled, sharp and dangerous.

"Don't worry, darling. You're not my type."