Novel-novel oleh Alfred Audu

(Alessia's POV)All through the sleepless night, I had been confined in a whirlpool of pure fury, my mind reeling round and round about what had happened. I had been tricked into giving Romanov Industries to Nikolai . My company. My blood, sweat, and sacrifices were erased with mere strokes of a pen.I wasn't dumb. I had known that as soon as I stepped out of that office, something was not right with the bloody contract; however, I was angrier at that point and ready to sign it before my dad could drag my mom deeper into this shithole. And now?I didn't have the power now.Frustration gnawed against my chest as I pushed the silk sheets away and sat on the bed, slapping my bare feet against chill marble. The room was still light-dim; only a slice of dawn light was moving across the horizon. That meant nothing. I did not wish to lie here seething with anger. I wanted to be a force of action. Now.I took a very long shower, releasing all of my anger, not bothering to observe any rest

ALESSIA’s POV.The rush of blood in my ears made my mother's muffled sobs barely audible. My trembling hands gripped the contract she was moments from signing while my knuckles turned white against its sharp edges. The turmoil inside me raged on while my voice emerged with unwavering firmness. “ I want to meet with Nikolai, before I make a decision. ”Arturo reclined in his chair while his fingers drummed absentmindedly on the smooth mahogany desk surface. His gaze held a detached amusement viewing me as merely a pawn on his board. "Your time limit stands at twenty-four hours," he declared with a lazy drawl. An abrupt breath escaped my lungs.The bastard.My mother’s hand shook next to me while she gripped her silk robe desperately trying to use it as a shield against the harsh reality before her. This was not what she deserved. She bore no responsibility for the situation yet found herself in the crossfire.I forced a swallow, glared at my father before making my exit.My journey t

THE END OF A BEGINNING.I stormed out of the house by suppressing my emotions while my heels struck the marble floors with sharp furious precision. The sound pursued me through the grand hallway while it echoed my spiraling thoughts until I grabbed my car keys and stepped into the biting afternoon air.My fingers gripped the wheel with intensity while I drove and the outside world transformed into blurred streaks of steel gray. Upon reaching Romanov Industries I halted the car and immediately exited without pausing for breath, my actions precise and controlled—driven by purpose.Sofia positioned herself at the table's head where she found herself encircled by the executive team members. Her brown eyes flickered with an unreadable signal upon my entrance yet time for pleasantries eluded me.“Any progress?” I asked. The room trembled before my voice which sliced through the air, my patience having already reached its limit.An oppressive silence took hold as Sofia drew a deep breath. “I

Alessia’s POV.As I entered Romanov Industries, the atmospheric tension coiled around me tightly like a strangling noose. The transparent office partitions failed to suppress the muted conversations alongside keyboard clatter while an unsettling tension permeated throughout the building's corners.My brisk walk down the corridor produced sharp heel clicks on the marble floor while each step bore the heavy expectations I struggled to maintain. This company emerged from nothingness through my efforts and I maintained its existence using my blood and sweat following Elena’s death.Upon entering the conference room, I found Sofia Moretti, my assistant, standing there in anticipation. Her dark eyes showed flickering concern while Daniel, my CFO, rose from his seat and adjusted his tie with his usual grim expression.He dispensed with formalities by beginning abruptly, “We have a problem,” while thrusting the printed report towards me. My eyes only brushed its surface for an instant but I

(Alessia’s POV)The scent of polished wood and old books filled the courtroom yet beneath this aroma lay something denser which suffocated the air. A suffocating silence filled the air, encircling my throat like a tightening noose that squeezed tighter with every second.My fists clenched at the plaintiff's table where my nails dug painfully into my palms. My entire body was rigid like a tightly wound coil ready to snap. This was it. Three years of relentless pursuit and sleepless nights spent combing through evidence while reliving my sister’s death over and over again.The judge who was an elderly man with deeply etched experience lines on his face adjusted his glasses and looked down at the papers before him. Time stretched into an agonizing crawl where every second struck my chest with the force of a warning bell.He spoke then.“After reviewing all the evidence submitted,the court finds insufficient proof to support the allegations against the defendant,Mr.Nikolai Volkov. Theref