Chapter: Chapter 10The world tilts.My father. Alive. Standing beside Richard Chen like colleagues. Like the last three years of grief were performance art."You're dead." The words scrape out. Hollow. "I went to your funeral. I watched them lower your casket.""Empty." My father still won't look at me. His hands shake. He shoves them in his pockets. "Richard arranged everything. Made it look real. Gave me a choice. Disappear and help him perfect Project Angel, or watch him kill you and your sister. Both of you. I chose the option where you lived."My throat closes. I force words through anyway. "By betraying us?""By protecting you." His voice cracks. Still won't meet my eyes. "Emma, you don't understand. Richard has resources. Connections. He could've made you both disappear years ago. The only reason you're still alive is because I agreed to work with him."Bile rises in my throat. Three years. Three jobs. Fourteen-hour shifts. Eating ramen in hospital break rooms while he was alive somewhere. Safe.
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-26
Chapter: Chapter 9"We need equipment. Fast." Victoria is already moving. "Rebecca, do you have a first aid kit? Anything with needles?""In the bathroom. But I'm not a nurse. I don't know how to draw blood properly.""I do." I head toward the bathroom. "I've done it a thousand times."The kit is basic. Band-aids. Antiseptic. But there's a clean needle. Alcohol wipes. Small vials.It'll have to work.I return to the living room. Roll up my sleeve. Tie off my arm with a rubber band from the kitchen."Emma." My mother's voice wavers. "Are you sure?""No. But I'm doing it anyway." I prep the needle. Find the vein. "Victoria, you'll need to get this to a lab. Someone you trust completely. Run a full toxicology panel. Genetic markers. Anything that shows Project Angel in my system.""I have a contact. Former FDA scientist. He was forced out when he tried to expose Richard years ago. He'll help.""Good." I insert the needle. Dark red blood fills the vial. "Because if Richard gets that USB drive and kills me,
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-22
Chapter: Chapter 8I stare at Victoria. "My mother?""Yes. Get in the car. We don't have much time.""My mother doesn't know anything about Project Angel. She left years ago. Moved away. We barely speak.""That's what she wanted you to believe." Victoria glances down the street. Nervous. "But she's been involved this whole time. She knows where your father hid the formula. And Richard knows she knows. He's moving on her right now."Damien steps forward. "Victoria, if this is a trap—""It's not. I swear. I have no reason to help Richard. He destroyed my father's company ten years ago. Just like he destroyed Emma's." She looks at me. "We're on the same side. Whether you believe it or not."I should walk away. Trust no one. Especially not Damien's ex-fiancée who appeared out of nowhere.But if my mother really knows something..."Where is she?""An hour north. Small town. She's been hiding there for three years." Victoria opens the car door wider. "Please. I'm trying to save her life. And yours."Damien lo
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Chapter 7We get off the bus three stops early.Walk two blocks. Then another three. No pattern. No destination.Just distance from cameras and cops and anyone looking for a billionaire CEO and his doctor girlfriend.Except I'm not his girlfriend. I'm just someone pretending.Or am I? The lines blur more every hour."We need somewhere to go," Damien says. "Somewhere Richard won't think to look.""I have a place. Maybe." I pull out the key my father gave me five years ago. The one that's been sitting in my drawer. "He said to use this if something happened. I always thought he meant the safety deposit box.""What else could he have meant?""I don't know. But the key has numbers on it. I assumed they were a box number." I examine it closer in the daylight. "But what if they're something else? An address?"Damien takes the key. Studies it. "2847. Could be an apartment number. Or a storage unit.""We already know about the storage unit. It's burning.""Then an apartment. Somewhere he kept a second
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Chapter 6I run down the hospital corridor.My heels click against linoleum. Too loud. Too slow.I kick them off. Keep running barefoot.Lily's building. Twenty minutes until her class.I pull out my phone. Dial her number.Straight to voicemail.No. No no no.I try again. Same result."Lily, if you get this, don't go to class. Stay in your dorm. Lock the door. I'm calling campus security right now. Please. Just stay where you are."I hang up. Dial campus security."Campus Security, how can I help you?""My sister is in danger. Lily Lawson. She's in danger. Someone is threatening her. You need to get to her dorm room. Now.""Ma'am, slow down. What kind of threat?""A man said her classroom building has fire safety violations. That something might happen during her next class. She's in danger. Please.""What's your sister's name again?""Lily Lawson. She lives in Sterling Hall. Room 314.""And you are?""Dr. Emma Lawson. I'm her sister. Her emergency contact. Please. You need to get to her.""We
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-20
Chapter: Chapter 5I can't breathe.The words on the screen blur. Refocus. Blur again.Body Found in Apartment Fire. Victim Identified as James Lawson, 58.My father.Dead."Emma." Damien's hand is on my arm. "What happened?"I can't answer. My throat has closed. My chest is too tight.Marcus takes my elbow. "We need to leave. Now.""What's going on?" Damien stands. Winces. Still injured but trying to be strong. "Tell me.""Her father." Marcus's voice is low. "There's been an accident.""Oh god. Emma." Damien reaches for me.I step back. Away from his touch. Away from his concern.My father is dead.And someone made sure I'd find out right now. In this room. With these people.This isn't a coincidence."I need to go." My voice sounds hollow. Distant. "I need to see him.""You can't." Marcus still has my elbow. Firm. "The building is a crime scene. They won't let anyone in.""He's my father.""I know. But right now, you need to be somewhere safe.""Safe?" I laugh. It comes out wrong. Broken. "My father j
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-19
The CEO’s Secret Triplets
"I took his money. I took his heirs. Now, he’s back to take everything."
Five years ago, Bella Vance made a deal with the devil. To save her mother’s life, she accepted a five-million-dollar bribe from the ruthless Silas Blackwood and vanished. She didn't just leave behind a life of luxury; she left behind Dante Blackwood, the man who owned her soul.
Now, Dante is the CEO of the world’s most powerful empire, and he has found her in his boardroom, he expects to find a thief. Instead, he finds three mini-versions of himself. Triplets. Three heirs to the Blackwood throne he never knew existed.
Dante doesn't want an apology. He wants a wife. Forced into a marriage of convenience to protect her sons from a family war, Bella must enter the lion’s den. But in the Blackwood penthouse, every kiss is a battleground. Can Bella survive the man who hates her almost as much as he hungers for her?
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 11The clock on the library wall didn’t tick; it pulsed with a soft, electronic glow that felt like a countdown. Dante stood by the window, his back to the room. He didn’t pace. He didn’t check his phone. He simply watched the reflection of the elevator doors in the glass, his hands clasped behind his back in a grip that turned his knuckles white. The city outside was a blur of steel and gray, indifferent to the fact that the Blackwood empire was currently balancing on the edge of a jagged cliff.Arthur Vance sat at the long table, his fountain pen uncapped. He looked at his watch. "Five minutes to the board reconvene, Dante. If she doesn’t come down, I’ll have to call the secretary to delay the motion. Silas’s legal team is already filing the notice of arrival at the airport. They aren't just coming for a visit; they’re coming for the audit files and the children.""Wait," Dante said. The word was a low, jagged command that vibrated through the silent room. He wasn't a man who waited
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 10The velvet box sat on the marble table like a live wire. Neither of them touched it. Toby had gone back to his car, and Maya was busy trying to peel a stubborn sticker off her shoe, but the air in the room had changed. It was no longer a nursery; it was a negotiation suite."A contract," Bella said. Her voice was thin, but she didn’t let it shake. She sat down, not in the comfortable recliner, but in the hard-backed chair she usually used for the audit. "That’s what this is. You aren’t asking for a wife, Dante. You’re asking for a co-signatory."Dante remained standing. He had discarded his tie somewhere between the thirty-third floor and here, the top button of his shirt open, revealing the tension in his neck. He looked at the box, then back at her."I’m asking for a shield," Dante corrected. "The board doesn't respond to sentiment. They respond to structure. If I walk back down there with a verbal promise to 'protect' my children, they’ll vote for a Protector before the elevator hi
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-07
Chapter: Chapter 9The Blackwood Global meeting room didn’t notice the quiet noise coming from a nursery thirty floors above. Inside, the air smelled like strong coffee and was cool from fancy air conditioning. The big mahogany table was like a battlefield, and for the first time in his career, Dante felt like he was defending a position with no backup.Twelve men and women sat in tall chairs, their tablets glowing like small, watchful eyes. These were the main shareholders—the people who held the debt, the land, and the family’s history. They weren’t there to check the quarterly reports. They were there for the family line."The blind items are no longer blind, Dante," Elias Thorne said, tapping a pen against the wood. Thorne was eighty, a relic of Silas’s era who viewed the company as a holy see. "The Chronicle isn't naming her yet, but they’re talking about 'The Triplets in the Tower.' The market hates a vacuum, and right now, the vacuum is your personal life."Dante didn’t look up from the folder in
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-07
Chapter: Chapter 8The penthouse at the top of the Blackwood tower was a marvel of negative space. It was a cathedral of glass and shadow, designed to make the rest of the world feel small. On the lower level, the lights of Manhattan were a chaotic blur, but up here, everything was muted. Controlled.Bella stood in the center of the living room on the thirty-fourth floor—her floor. The movers had finished an hour ago, and the familiar clutter of her life sat in jarring contrast to the stark perfection of the suite. A bin of mismatched socks sat on a white marble countertop. A stack of frayed picture books rested on a sofa that cost more than her last three consulting contracts.The kids were down. It had taken two hours to convince Toby that the "sky lights" weren't going to fall on him, and another hour to get Maya to stop counting the floors. Leo had been the easiest; the new medical suite on this level was so quiet, so efficient, that he had drifted off before the nurse had even finished the first ch
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-07
Chapter: Chapter 7The hospital pathway had been a blur of white walls and sterile whispers. Leo was back at the estate, tucked into the medical wing with the kind of high-grade equipment that made the small-town clinic look like a relic from the nineteenth century. Maya and Toby were in the solarium, distracted by a mountain of new toys that had appeared as if by magic, their laughter occasionally bouncing off the limestone walls.But the silence in the library was back.Dante sat at the head of the table, the inheritance outline pushed to the side. He hadn’t changed his clothes, but he looked different. The weight of the confirmation had settled into the lines around his eyes. He wasn't the shark from the boardroom anymore; he was a man trying to figure out how to navigate a house that was suddenly occupied by his own ghosts.Bella stood by the window, watching a hawk circle the perimeter of the Bedford grounds. She felt the invisible threads of the Blackwood machine tightening around her ankles. The
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Chapter 6The library was colder than the hallway. The morning sun cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows did nothing to warm the atmosphere. Arthur Vance sat at the center of the mahogany table, three folders laid out before him with the kind of geometric precision that suggested he had spent the last six hours measuring the distance between the margins.Bella sat across from him, her posture a rigid line of defiance. She hadn’t slept. The shadows under her eyes were the only cracks in her professional armor. She kept her hands in her lap, hidden beneath the table, so Dante wouldn’t see the way her fingers twisted together.Dante stood by the fireplace. He wasn’t looking at her. He was staring at the folders. He had traded his suit jacket for a dark sweater, but he looked no less lethal."The Zurich lab returned the results at 0200 hours," Arthur began, his voice dropping into the clinical tone of a man reading a death warrant. "The markers are definitive. Probability of paternity fo
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-31
The CEO's Undercover Heiress
She Hides Her Billions. He Hates Her Family.
Their War Is About To Begin.
Isabella Vane has it all: a ten-billion-dollar empire, a stunning face, and a fiancé who just admitted he is only in it for the money.
Heartbroken and hunted by her own legacy, Isabella does the unthinkable. She cuts her hair, puts on a fifteen-dollar blazer, and vanishes. To the world, she is a missing heiress. To Liam Sterling, she is just "Bella," his clumsy, plain, and surprisingly brilliant new assistant.
Liam Sterling is a self-made titan with a grudge. He built his company to destroy the Vanes. He hates "rich girls" and has no time for secrets. But his new assistant is different. She is defiant. She is mysterious. And she knows more about high-level finance than a girl from her background should.
As Liam draws closer to "Bella," the lines between hate and obsession blur. He wants to break her. He wants to own her. He has no idea he is falling for the woman he swore to ruin.
But Isabella’s past is catching up. Her ex-fiancé is closing in. Her father is desperate. And Liam is starting to notice that his "poor" assistant has the eyes of a queen.
When the masks fall, will Liam destroy her, or will he burn his empire to save her?
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 17POV: LiamThe architecture of a trap is rarely made of steel. It is made of paper. Clauses. Sub-sections. Contingencies.I stepped into my penthouse, the air still smelling of the rain she had brought in earlier. The silence was heavy. It was a vacuum left behind by a specific frequency—I cut the thought. I moved to the window.The red dot on my chest wasn't there. I checked my reflection in the dark glass. Nothing. I had seen the feed Sarah showed Isabella in the alleyway. I knew the threat was real, but I also knew Sarah. She was a middleman. She wouldn't pull a trigger; she would only buy the person who did.The phone in my pocket vibrated. A private line. Not the one Isabella had. This was the line for the vultures."Sterling," I said."Mr. Sterling. This is Harrison Miller, from Miller & Associates. We represent the Eleanor Vane Legacy Trust."I sat at my desk. I didn't turn on the lights. I watched the grid of the city. Everything had a price. Every light was a bill bei
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 16POV: IsabellaThe penthouse was a cage with a better view. Liam’s view.I stood in the center of the living room. The floor was polished stone. Cold. It reflected the recessed lighting like a dark lake. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan was a grid of electric fire."The security is proprietary," Liam said. He was standing by the door, coat still on. He didn't come in. He hovered. "Encrypted biometric entry. No one gets in without my authorization. Not even the board.""I am not a board member," I said."You're a Vane.""That’s why I’m leaving."I set my bag on the marble counter. It made a soft thud. It was the only thing I owned that hadn't been searched by the DOJ or charred by the lighthouse fire. Inside was a change of clothes and the master drive."Isabella, the street is a mess," Liam said. His voice was tight. He moved with a slight hitch in his shoulder—a structural flaw I had caused. "The press is camped out at your father’s place. They’re at the office. This is
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Chapter 15POV: LiamThe sun is a cold, flat coin over the city. It doesn’t provide heat. It just makes the glass of the Sterling Tower look sharper.I haven’t slept. My eyes feel like they’ve been rubbed with sand.I sat at my desk. The screen in front of me was a wall of scrolling text. White on black. The raw data dump from the house in New Jersey. Isabella’s "mirror."Every time a line of code flashed, I saw her face. The way she looked in the kitchen. The way she asked about the math.Interrupt the thought. Delete it.Reputation is a fragile structure. It’s built on the assumption of control. The moment the market smells a leak, the structure begins to groan."Liam."Felix didn't knock. He never knocks when the world is ending. He was holding a physical tablet. His hand was shaking."It’s out," Felix said."What’s out?""The Medusa specs. Not all of them. But enough."He slid the tablet across the desk.It was a blog. A high-traffic tech site that thrives on corporate blood. The headline wa
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Chapter 14Isabella's POV The Vane Tower is an ivory cage. Glass and steel. It feels like it’s humming. A low, electric vibration in the floorboards.The DOJ is in the lobby. I can see them on the monitors. Men in windbreakers. They carry boxes. They look like movers, but they move like soldiers. They are here for the hard drives. They are here for my father.Arthur is in his office. The door is mahogany. It’s thick. I can still hear him screaming at a lawyer. The sound is muffled. Like a dog barking in a neighbor's yard.I sat in the corridor. I didn't hide. I sat on a bench meant for waiting.My phone buzzed.L.S.I didn't answer. I looked at the screen until it went dark. Then it buzzed again.I picked up. I didn't say hello."The service elevator," Liam said. His voice was tight. "The freight entrance on 48th. My team has the bypass.""I have the data," I said."Leave it. Just get out.""I can't leave it.""Isabella. Now."I stood up. My legs felt heavy. I went to the server r
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-01
Chapter: Chapter 13Liam's POV The green line on the Bloomberg terminal is vertical. It doesn’t look like a trend. It looks like a needle.Sterling Tech (STK) up 12% in the first hour. Then 18%. The volume is high—institutional buyers, not retail. They saw the interview. They didn’t see a victim; they saw a Vane taking a side. In this market, certainty is more valuable than ethics.I watched the numbers flicker. My reflection was ghosted over the screen. Dark circles under my eyes. The bandage on my shoulder felt like a hot iron."The shorts are being squeezed," Felix said. He was pacing the length of my office. "Henderson is losing his shirt. He bet on your removal. Now he’s scrambling to buy back in before the price hits the ceiling.""It’s not a ceiling," I said. "It’s a bluff.""A profitable one. Isabella gave you the win, Liam. She validated your position. She told the world the merger was logical. That means the tech is real.""She told the world what she needed to tell them to stay alive."
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-01
Chapter: Chapter 12Isabella's POV The room is gray. Padded walls. No windows. It is designed to make people talk. Silence in a room like this feels like a vacuum. It pulls the truth out of you just to fill the space.I sat in the middle. My hands were flat on the cold metal table. My father stood in the corner, a shadow in a three-thousand-dollar suit. He was checking his reflection in the two-way mirror."You look like a victim, Isabella," Arthur said. "That’s good. Keep the shoulders tight. Don't look at the lens. Look at the floor.""I am not a victim," I said."To the public, you are. Victims are profitable. Victims get sympathy. Sympathy buys us the time we need to finalize the Sterling acquisition."I didn't answer. I looked at the grain of the metal table. Small scratches. Probably from someone’s wedding ring. Or a pen."The journalist is a shark," Arthur continued. "Sarah Jenkins. She’ll try to bait you. She’ll ask about the fire. She’ll ask about the Sterling boy. You tell her you were
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-01
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