Page 94 of Release Me
I clear my throat. Tonight we talk solutions. Tonight we make sure that if a war is coming, we are not the ones left with nothing.
‘We buy it,’ I say.
Bekka blinks. ‘Buy what? Remington?’
‘Remington Publishing Ireland,’ I repeat, calm now. ‘We take it off the table entirely. I’ll buy it outright.’ The words land heavy and easy. If this is what it takes to stop Anthony weaponising her life, then I’ll spend the money.
I don’t want her to ever have to gamble her future again.
Her mouth drops open, that look of astonished relief hitting her face like a benediction.
‘I know it sounds dramatic,’ I rush on. ‘But we don’t need a crowdfund or a debt ladder—this is a cash play. I’ll fund the purchase. Then we place the shares into a holding trust. Rebekka keeps operational control as CEO; Beckett Holdings provides the capital and political cover. Anthony loses the leverage because the asset is out of his direct reach.’
James leans forward, eyes sharp. ‘If you’re buying it, Rian, we still need to be surgical. Legal structure, trust vehicles, escrow, the lot. The optics have to be clean.’ He takes a sip and nods at Sean. ‘Sean, you’ll architect the legal shell. Make it bulletproof and anonymous until closing. Killian, I want the security wall in place overnight. No travel, no meetingswithout clearance. Caelon—you do the liquidity sweep and make sure the funds move without leaving a paper trail that screams “hostile buyout”.’
Sean’s mouth tightens into a line of approval. ‘We’ll use a layered ownership model—trustee in a neutral jurisdiction, beneficial owners sitting under Beckett Holdings, and operational control contracts that keep Remington functioning under Rebekka. I’ll have the best corporate counsel on standby tonight. Emergency injunction templates, immediate signatory changes, account freezes where necessary. We make the move before anyone can react.’
Killian’s voice is blunt and precise. ‘Security: double detail for Rebekka, en-bloc entry for any meetings, surveillance on every known De Courcy associate. If he tries financial or legal hits, we respond with forensic audits and contingency liquidity. I’ll have my team tail his known operators.’
Caelon taps his phone. ‘I’ll arrange the transfers through neutral intermediaries. Short-term bridge liquidity from hospitality reserves, staggered transactions, escrow release on completion. We avoid the PR spike until we control the message.’
Bekka exhales slowly as the logistics sink in. ‘You’d do that for me?’
‘I’d burn the world down for you if that’s what it took,’ I tell her. The men around the table meet each other’s eyes, sober and ready.
‘You’re one of us now, Rebekka,’ Killian says. ‘We take care of our own.’
My brothers fall into the rhythm—roles assigned, timelines sketched. The plan is surgical. I buy it outright; Beckett financial muscle shields the transaction. Sean will lay the legal architecture. Killian will fortify the protective ring. James will manage the optics and press. Caelon will handle liquidity mechanics.
‘What kind of a timeframe are we talking?’ Rebekka asks. ‘Is there anything I can do?’
‘You just need to keep doing what you’re doing—head down, keep working remotely. Sign the paperwork when the time comes.’
‘You know he will actually kill me if this works.’
I growl, ‘He’ll have to get past us first.’
‘If he’s as resentful of your marriage as Rian says he is, then maybe he’ll be relieved. At least he’ll be able to walk away without losing his shares in the bank. He might not get Remington Publishing, but he’s not going to lose anything either.’
‘Other than his pride,’ Sean scoffs. ‘The man’s ego needs its own address.’
‘He’s not wrong,’ Rebekka agrees.
‘We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.’
When we finish, the air in the room is taut but steady—braced for a fight we have chosen to meet on our terms.
‘We move fast,’ James says. ‘We stay quiet. We keep her name out of the headlines until we have closed. Then we show a united front.’
I nod. ‘Exactly.’
We raise our glasses—not to victory, not yet, but to a plan.
Chapter Forty-Two
REBEKKA
We’ve spent the last ten days lying low while lawyers push the paperwork through—I wish I could say the same for my husband.
