Chapter 197: A worm

NOAH

“What are you doing here, Noah?”

The words landed like a splash of acid on a marble floor. I heard them, but for a second, I just sat with the sheer, shimmering absurdity of the moment.

Of all the ways this evening could have started, of all the people who could have stepped out of the curated golden light of the Metropolitan Club, it had to be my brother.

Nick. Standing there in black tie, looking like a million dollars and smelling like a hospital, staring at me as if I were a coffee stain on his pristine white tuxedo.

My mind did a quick, frantic rewind to an hour ago after I was done for the day while Cassian was holed up in meetings as usual.

For the past few days, we’d been going to his villa together, and this night was supposed to follow the same routine. But something else demanded his attention. He left the company before I did, and soon after, he sent me a text.

Cassian’s text had been characteristically clipped: an address, a time, and a directive. Meet me there. I’ll be an hour behind. Don’t wander.

Naturally, I had wandered. The building was extraordinary… soaring ceilings, intricate stonework, the kind of architecture that made you feel small in a way that felt like a hug rather than a crush. I’d been standing there, neck craned, looking up like a tourist in my own life, when the evening unraveled.

The distance between “quietly impressed” and “security threat” was apparently forty feet and zero minutes.

“I’m here on my boss’s orders,” I said. I tried to match Nick’s tone… that cool, clinical level of detachment he used to perform competence.

It took everything I had not to shrink. It was an old reflex, a muscle memory from a childhood spent in his shadow, but I pushed against it until my spine felt stiff.

Nick didn’t just look skeptical; he scoffed. It was a full, genuine, unguarded sound of derision, the kind that bypassed his surgical filters entirely.

“You’re a really pathetic liar,” he said. He delivered the line like a diagnosis, as if he were doing me a favor by identifying a character flaw I hadn’t noticed myself.

I felt the heat start… a low, slow burn in my gut. It’s one thing to be disbelieved when you’re lying; that’s just the game. But being disbelieved when you’re telling the truth?

That’s a different kind of poison.

There was nothing to confess, nothing to correct. The truth was right there on the table, and Nick had looked at it and laughed.

I looked past him for a brief, involuntary second. Our father was standing a few meters away, deep in conversation with someone who looked like they owned a small country. George Bennett was animated, engaged, wearing that mask of paternal warmth he saved for rooms full of people who could do something for him.

His eyes moved. They swept across the lobby, landed on me for a fraction of a second, and then moved away. Deliberately. Completely. The way you look away from a piece of trash on the sidewalk that doesn’t require acknowledgment.

My stomach dropped. It wasn’t surprise… I stopped being surprised by his coldness a long time ago… it was just the same old wound, opened in the same old place. It wasn’t healed. I realized then, with a sinking clarity, that it might never be.

“Fess up, Noah,” Nick cut back in, his voice dropping into a dangerous, controlled register. “Or I’ll have security remove you. I’ll have you dragged out of here like the trash you are. It’s the reasonable thing to do.”

“I told you,” I said, my voice rising as the lid on my anger started to rattle. “My boss. I was called here by my boss.”

Nick’s eyebrows shot up in mock curiosity. “And who is this mysterious employer? The one who sends his assistants to black-tie galas in the lobby?”

“Cassian Wolfe,” I said.

Nick laughed. It was brief and cutting. “Really Noah? This same lie you told at Dad’s birthday dinner? You really are bad at this.” He shook his head, looking at me like I was a child who had just claimed a dog ate my homework. “The name itself is the punchline, Noah. Do you even know where you are?”

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he stepped closer, his presence suddenly suffocating.

“I know why you’re here,” Nick hissed. “The headlines. The Governor’s wife. The Wolfe family sponsorship. My name has been everywhere for the past week. You saw the coverage, you saw the glitz, and you couldn’t resist. You showed up to what? Squirm your way back into the light? To attach yourself to me because your own life is a gutter?”

I went blank for a heartbeat. Headlines? Governor’s wife?

And then, the memory surfaced through the fog of the last few weeks. Spain. Cassian’s suite. That night I’d felt like absolute shit after we’d fought. I’d been doom-scrolling on my phone because the room felt too big and too quiet. I remembered seeing a news segment. A surgeon. A life-saving intervention. A name… Nicholas Bennett… that I’d registered distantly and filed away under later.

But later never came. Because later I was drugged. Later, Alex tried to take pieces of me I wasn’t ready to give. Later, nothing felt real for days.

The realization hit me like a physical blow. The dinner Cassian mentioned last minute, the “important stakeholder” event… it was this. Nick was the honored guest. It was a coincidence so complete it felt like a trap.

“I didn’t know,” I whispered, though I knew it was useless. “I didn’t know it was for you.”

“Liars always say they didn’t know,” Nick countered. He wasn’t even listening; he was just building a case. “You’re doing a bad job pretending to be angry at Dad, Noah. The disappointment is practically leaking out of you. This is what you do. You show up where you aren’t wanted, you lie badly, and you try to insert yourself into spaces that have already ejected you.”

He was finding a rhythm now. He’d been holding this in, waiting for an audience or just the right moment to vent the bile he carried for me.

“You’re trying to squirm back in like a worm,” Nick said, his voice a cold, sharp blade.

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