Addicted to His Bitter Rival

The news didn't just break out; it took over. By midday, every screen showing stock prices in Apple City had the same headline. Thorne Dynamics was bankrupt. At first, people thought it was a mistake, something that would be fixed quickly. Big companies like that didn't just fall apart without warning. Powerful men like Lucian Thorne didn't lose everything in a single day.

But the updates kept coming. Numbers kept dropping, bank accounts were frozen, and investors pulled their money out before any official word could calm them. Within an hour, it was clear this was real. The question wasn't *if* it was true, but *how bad* it would get.

All over the city, offices went from normal work to a buzz of worry. Conversations stopped and changed focus. Assistants held tablets instead of papers, bosses left meetings, and anyone who knew the name "Thorne" paid attention. Because if Lucian Thorne had truly fallen, the balance of power in the city had shifted.

Kael Virex wasn't the first to hear the news, but he was one of the last to react. He was looking over a contract when his assistant walked into his office without knocking. That was unusual and got his attention. She never interrupted him like that.

"You need to see this," she said, putting a tablet in front of him.

Kael didn't look at it right away. "If it's just rumors, it can wait."

"It's not," she replied. "It's confirmed."

That made him stop. He picked up the tablet and read the headline. Then he read it again, slower, as if the words might change into something more believable. They didn't. *Thorne Dynamics Files for Bankruptcy.*

He didn't react immediately. Instead, he put the tablet down and turned his chair slightly, bringing up the live market feed on his main screen. The numbers showed the story more clearly than any article. The company was crashing. Not slowly, not fighting back. It was collapsing.

"That doesn't happen in a day," Kael said, his voice calm.

His assistant stood watching him. "We didn't see anything coming."

Kael moved closer to the screen, pulling up more reports, checking different sources, verifying everything he could quickly. Every place showed the same result. Lucian Thorne had lost everything.

For a moment, Kael was silent. Lucian had always been careful. Every move he made was planned, every risk was thought out. He had built his company with such skill that it was hard to compete with, even for someone like Kael. Especially for Kael.

They had circled each other for years, testing each other, blocking each other's deals, turning every big business opportunity into a quiet competition. There had never been a clear winner, just a constant back and forth. Until now.

Kael let out a slow breath, the realization hitting him with a sharp edge. "So it finally happened," he said.

His assistant hesitated. "Should we say something publicly?"

"Not yet."

"But others are already—"

"I said not yet," Kael repeated, his tone calm but firm.

She nodded. "Understood."

"Leave me," he added.

She didn't argue. She left, closing the door behind her, leaving him alone with the screens and the quiet.

Kael stood there for another moment, watching the numbers keep falling. This should have been simple. Lucian had been the only person who made things difficult for him. Every plan had to consider Lucian's interference, every chance had the risk of his competition. It had been constant, unavoidable. Now it wasn't.

Kael walked back to his desk and sat down slowly, his eyes still on the screen. He had thought about this happening before. Not often, but enough to know how it should feel. There should have been satisfaction, a sense of finishing something, a clear end to a long rivalry. Instead, what he felt was off. The win was there, but it didn't feel right. It had come too easily.

Lucian wasn't the type of man who let something like this happen without a fight. There should have been some effort to keep things together before they fell apart. But there wasn't.

Kael leaned back a little, his fingers resting on the arm of his chair. "Too fast," he whispered. The thought wouldn't leave him. He had spent too long watching Lucian's moves, guessing what he would do, understanding how he worked. A collapse like this didn't fit the pattern. Unless something had changed. Or someone had interfered.

His phone rang, pulling him from his thoughts. He answered without checking the name. "Yes."

"You've seen it?" the voice on the other end asked.

"I have."

"What are you going to do?"

Kael didn't answer right away. He glanced at the screen again, watching the value drop further. "The same as always," he finally said. "I don't make a move until I understand what's happening."

There was a short pause. "Aren't you worried this could affect you?"

"If it was going to affect me, it already would have."

The call ended. More calls came, each with the same question. People wanted to know what he would do next, how quickly he would act, how aggressively he would take what was left behind. Kael gave them only what they needed to know. There was no need to rush. If Lucian was out, then everything else would come to him eventually.

After the calls stopped, Kael put his phone down and sat still for a moment. Lucian didn't lose like this. The thought came back again, clearer this time. He stood and walked to the window, looking out over the city. From this high up, everything looked calm and organized. The movement below followed patterns he understood. But this... this didn't.

Kael turned from the window and walked back to his desk, his decision taking shape. Watching from afar wasn't enough. He needed to see it for himself. He picked up his phone again, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he wanted. He didn't hesitate. If this was real, Lucian would answer. If it wasn't, that would show something too.

The call connected after a few rings. "Kael." Lucian's voice sounded normal. Calm, in control, unaffected. That alone made Kael pause.

"You've seen the reports," Kael said.

"Yes."

There was no rush in the reply. "You're not saying it's not true."

"No."

The calmness didn't match the situation. Kael leaned back in his chair. "You don't sound like someone who just lost everything."

Lucian didn't answer right away. "Things aren't always what they seem," he said after a moment.

"That's not an explanation."

"I didn't say it was."

Kael listened to the silence that followed. He had expected something different. Anger, maybe. A fight. At least an attempt to control what people were saying. This wasn't that.

"Then we should meet," Kael said.

"We're speaking now."

"That's not what I mean."

There was a short pause before Lucian replied. "What do you want?"

Kael didn't soften his words. "Come to my office."

"Why?"

"To end this," Kael said. "If your company is gone, then there's nothing left between us. We finish it properly." The meaning behind his words was clear. This wasn't just a meeting. It was a conclusion.

Lucian was quiet for a moment. Kael waited, expecting a question, a reason to delay, something to show that Lucian hadn't already made up his mind. Instead— "Alright."

Kael's face tightened slightly. "That's it?"

"You asked me to come."

"And you agreed without asking why."

"I asked one question," Lucian replied.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know."

Kael let out a quiet breath, his grip on the phone tightening a little. "You know what this means," he said.

"I do."

"And you're still coming."

"Yes." There was no doubt in his voice. No resistance. That was the part that didn't make sense.

Kael leaned forward slightly. "Tomorrow. My office."

"I'll be there."

The line went quiet after that. Kael ended the call. He put the phone down and stayed where he was, his thoughts becoming sharper. Lucian had agreed too easily. Everything today had been too easy. The collapse. The confirmation. The agreement.

Kael looked at the screen again, watching the numbers keep falling. If this was real, then tomorrow would prove it. And if it wasn't—then he would see that too. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. For years, he had wanted this moment. The moment when Lucian Thorne would stand before him with nothing left. Now that it was here, there was only one thing left to do; see it for himself.