Page 98 of Sinfully Yours

"Jesus Christ," Liam grits out, his voice still rough with sleep. "Ever heard of knocking?"

Tyler, completely unfazed by the fact that we are both very much naked, marches straight into the room, shaking his laptop for emphasis. "Yeah, yeah, not important. What is important is that I cracked the drive."

Liam groans, rubbing a hand over his stubble. "Of course you did."

I scramble to sit up, wrapping the sheets tightly around me. "Wait, already?"

Tyler flops onto the armchair across from the bed, kicking his feet up on the ottoman like he owns the place. "I'm a genius, remember?" He wiggles the laptop again. "And trust me, you're gonna want to see this."

Liam and I exchange a look. Whatever post-bliss bubble we were in? Shattered.

I reach for Liam's discarded shirt, slipping it on as he grabs his sweatpants from the floor. Within seconds, we're both out of bed and moving, the urgency thick between us.

Tyler waits until we're settled before turning the laptop toward us. The screen is filled with files—dozens of them, neatly organized, their titles clinical and cold. But one immediately catches my eye.

Project Bennett.

My stomach drops.

I exchange a glance with Liam before swallowing hard and clicking on it.

A set of images loads first—grainy, zoomed-in photos of me.

Me walking to work.

Me grabbing coffee with Emily.

Me at the Bennett house, hugging my brothers.

A shiver skates down my spine.

Liam's jaw flexes as he scrolls further. The next set of documents is even worse.

Schedules. My schedule. My brothers' schedules.

Time-stamped notes detailing where we'd been, when we'd left, where we were headed.

Financial records. Bank statements. Even the deed to the Bennett family home.

It feels like the air has been sucked out of my lungs.

"She's been watching you," Liam says darkly, his voice a low growl. "All of you."

I stare at the screen, my heart hammering against my ribs. This isn't just blackmail anymore. And there's no doubt left that Vanessa is the one behind the texts.

"She was planning something bigger," I whisper. "This wasn't just about the texts or the photos." I shake my head, swallowing hard. "She was building a case. Collecting leverage. But for what?"

Tyler exhales sharply. "I think I have the answer to that." He clicks into another folder labeledCarter Holdings, and my blood runs cold.

The files detail months—maybe years—of targeted sabotage against Liam's business.

Strategic delays in permits. Lawsuits suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Key investors mysteriously pulling out at the last second.

Vanessa wasn't just trying to hurt me.

She was trying to destroy Liam.

Liam doesn't move. Doesn't blink. His face is blank, his hands clenched into tight fists.

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