SophiaThe vibration of my phone pulls me out of my morning routine. I glance at the screen, still fastening the buttons on my blouse. A notification. Probably an email from school or a reminder about an assignment.Except it’s not.“Chloe Mitchell invites you to her birthday party! 🎉 Next Saturday at the Grand Haven Hotel! Hope to see you there! 💖”I freeze, blinking at the words. She’s joking, right?A scoff escapes my lips before I can stop it. The nerve of her.For a moment, I just stare at the notification, feeling the irritation bubble up inside me. Chloe, my dear, sweet, perfect sister, inviting me to her birthday party? After everything? For what? To gloat? To pretend like she’s the bigger person? To parade around in front of her fancy guests with Nathan at her side, acting like their perfect little power couple?I roll my eyes and delete the message without a second thought. Absolutely not.And Nathan. He allowed this? He was okay with my sister inviting me? He’s not conten
AlexThe study was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the antique clock on the mantelpiece. I sat at my desk, the warm glow of the desk lamp illuminating the stacks of financial reports and stock analyses spread out before me. My fingers drummed lightly on the polished wood, a rhythm of anticipation and calculation. The air smelled faintly of leather and aged whiskey, a testament to the long hours I’d been spending in this room. Outside, the city buzzed with its usual energy, but here, in this sanctuary, the world felt still—controlled.Bellion entered without a sound, his presence as steady and reliable as the ticking clock. He carried a silver tray with a steaming cup of tea, the aroma of bergamot mingling with the room’s other scents. “Your tea, sir,” he said, placing the cup gently on the desk. “You’ve been at it for hours. Perhaps a moment’s respite would do you good.”I glanced up, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Bellion had been with me for years, a constant
Chapter Thirty-Two He Knows! Alex I tipped back my glass of whiskey, the burn barely registering in my tongue before I went for another gulp. I stare out the window but my sight was far from focused on the city lights shining outside my window. My mind was elsewvhere. If you listened close enough you could hear the clicks as I performed calculations and the crank of the weight as I measured the risks that I was about to take. I knew all it would take for Sophia to claim her victory. It was a thin line. Just a sliver more, and Nathan Carter would lose everything. The thought should have satisfied me. It would mean justice has been served, the same justice I had spent years planning. But I knew better than to count my eggs before they hatch. I was just impatient to get to the finish lie that was staring me in the face. A sharp knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Enter," I called, already knowing who it was. Bellion stepped in. He move with a purp
SophiaNathan stands at my door, his expression carved from stone.The folder in his grip is thick, the kind of weight that speaks of buried secrets—my buried secrets. The sight of it coils something tight inside me, but I don’t let it show.Instead, I lean against the doorframe, tilting my head. “You’re out late, Nathan. Should I be flattered?”His jaw tightens. “Let me in.”I raise a brow, feigning amusement. “And why would I do that?”Nathan exhales sharply, as if restraining himself. “You should see what’s inside this folder before you get too comfortable with your little power play.”A bluff? Maybe. But I know Nathan. He wouldn’t show up like this unless he had something he thought could rattle me.I cross my arms. “Then say what you came to say, Nathan.”His grip tightens around the folder. “You think you’re smart, don’t you? Buying up shares, creeping onto my board like some parasite...”I smile. “I wouldn’t call myself a parasite. More like an equal shareholder.”His nostrils
AlexThe first rule of war: control the battlefield before your enemy even knows they’re in a fight.Nathan still thinks he’s playing offense. He doesn’t realize I’ve already moved my pieces into position. That every decision he makes is being funneled straight back to me.He’s too arrogant to see it.And arrogance? It’s the easiest weakness to exploit.I move out onto the penthouse balcony, the night breeze cooling my skin. The city lies spread out beneath me, a maze of lights and glass, but I'm not looking at the view. I'm looking at the phone pressed to my ear."Is it done?" I ask, my voice low.On the other hand, Bellion's voice is as suave as ever. "Yes, sir. The other shares were bought via our secondary channels. As of this morning, Sophia owns forty-one percent of Carter Industries legally."A slow smile creeps over my lips."And Nathan?""He doesn't know… yet. But I think that won't be so for long."Good. Let him sit in his glass spire, thinking he's above it all. Let him bel
SophiaNathan doesn't bluff.That's what goes through my mind as I stand on Alex's balcony, my fingers wrapped tightly around the phone. The call just ended a few minutes ago, but his last words hang in the air like smoke."Watch your back."A warning. A threat.I know Nathan well enough to know what that means. He's already making his moves. He's already planned how he's going to strike back.The question is—what's his next step?I glance at Alex, attempting to decipher his face for any inkling of concern. He stands with his arms crossed against the balcony railing, casually twirling the whiskey in his glass, but I can see the difference in his demeanor. The fast calculation in his eyes.He's thinking along the same lines as me."We need to prepare," I tell him.He takes his drink slowly before responding. "We already are."I blow air, messing up my hair with my hand. The weight of it all presses down on me, but I'm not going to let it get to me.Nathan's not trying to scare me. He's
Chapter Thirty-SixAlexThe gauntlet has been thrown.Nathan's warning was nothing more than a desperate attempt to regain control of the wheel, but I've known him long enough to not consider him a man who could be beaten. He's not that kind of guy. He doesn't fall. He retaliates.And the silence that follows? That's when the threat is real.Sophia is still in my penthouse, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms crossed. She hasn't spoken much since our conversation last night. But I see it—the fierce focus in her eyes, the wheels turning in her head, strategizing her next move."He's planning something," she says finally, her voice level but with a thread of tension underneath.I nod. "Of course, he is."She exhales, fists grasping the fabric of her blouse. "Then why do I feel like we're still one step behind?"I'm studying her closely. For all that she wears strength like armor, I can see where the cracks are underneath. Nathan's visit, his folder of painstakingly chosen threats—they
Chapter Thirty-SevenSophiaVictory is a stealthy, drunken monster.I sense it crawling up on me, slinging over my shoulders, tensing my muscles as I move down the corridors of Carter Industries. The fight at the boardroom may have ended in a tie, but I am wiser than that.Nathan is breaking.He wanted to embarrass me, to depict me as just a foolish woman playing a game that was beyond my capabilities. But he did not anticipate me to be ready.And now?Now, he is on the back foot.The knowledge lies soft on my lips as I step into my office. Weeks have gone by since I last passed through these doors, and yet nothing has changed. The same antiseptic perfection, the same pungent scent of freshly trimmed flowers, the same lingering aura of Nathan's presence.But this office is not his.It's mine.I toss my bag over the desk and turn to the magnificent windows that open out over the city. Rain is threatening again, dark gray clouds rolling in across the skyline, battering against the panes
Sophia’s pov“That lying ass bastard!” I said with my voice coated with anger. “Hey, calm down.”I turned to see Alex with a glass of vodka and he stood near Julian as he worked.“Why not get this to the police? Nathan and Chleo would have been able to manipulate the board.” I told myself, as I tried to calm down.“And you think they don't have the resources to actually manipulate the police also?” Alex eyebrows went up.“Not with the letter and evidence we have.” Alex said and my phone rang.I picked it up from the table to see Chole’s name on the screen. My heart clenched, hard.“Who is it?” I lookeded to Alex waiting for a response, “Chole.”“Well, what are you waiting for? Pick it up before she suspects something.”I exhaled and then pressed on the green button, bringing the phone close to my ears.“Hello.” I said, my voice was filled with hate.“Ah, sister, that's one way to end the day.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice.I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to play any stup
SophiaThe morning was too still.Like the air was holding its breath.I was perched on the clinic bed, IV line still leaking cool liquid into my arm. My head ached... not sharp, just dull and constant, like a warning hum before something bigger.I watched the door instead of the clock. I did not know what I was waiting for, maybe a sign that the world was ready to stop spinning. Maybe just for Alex to come in and not look like he was trying to carry everything on his shoulders.He was in the doorway a moment later.Hood pulled back, shirt untucked, eyes bloodshot.He didn't speak for a moment. Just leaned back against the frame like he wasn't sure he should come in or give me space. "Coffee?" he asked finally, raising a metal thermos."God, yes."He came over with it.I took it from him with both hands and had a sip. It was awful. Burnt. Too strong. But it was warm. It was real.Alex pulled the chair close, but didn't sit right away. His fingers drummed on the back. "You good to m
SophiaThe morning was too still.Like the air was holding its breath.I was perched on the clinic bed, IV line still leaking cool liquid into my arm. My head ached... not sharp, just dull and constant, like a warning hum before something bigger.I watched the door instead of the clock. I did not know what I was waiting for, maybe a sign that the world was ready to stop spinning. Maybe just for Alex to come in and not look like he was trying to carry everything on his shoulders.He was in the doorway a moment later.Hood pulled back, shirt untucked, eyes bloodshot.He didn't speak for a moment. Just leaned back against the frame like he wasn't sure he should come in or give me space. "Coffee?" he asked finally, raising a metal thermos."God, yes."He came over with it.I took it from him with both hands and had a sip. It was awful. Burnt. Too strong. But it was warm. It was real.Alex pulled the chair close, but didn't sit right away. His fingers drummed on the back. "You good to m
SophiaThe next day after the clinic was like being on the edge of a cliff.Alex was quiet. Still present, but at arm's length. His hands helped with the equipment, his voice came out when needed, but the warmth I'd depended on had gone away.Not vanished.But in suspension.Waiting for something, I didn't know.Maybe for the truth to catch up. Or maybe for something to burst wide open.We left the orchard just after sunrise. Lina was sleeping against my chest, no longer restless. The clinic had given us more than results, it had given us two days of peace.And I didn't know how hungry I was for quiet until it was time to leave it behind."Where now?" I asked.Alex did not look at me when he answered. "Julian says the eastern ridge has a blind spot in Nathan's surveillance net. If we camp there, we can see board activity in real time."I nodded. "Then we camp."The trail was steep. My legs ached before we'd even reached the halfway point, and my breathing was choppy than I'd have pref
SophiaWe sat beside the fire hours after it went out.It was now mere embers, burning softly, as silently as the anger I'd yet to shed.Lina was tightly swaddled under Alex's jacket, breathing even but shallowly, as if she listened in her sleep. Alex remained beside her, a guarding hand on the small of her back. He did not talk. He had not said much since Chloe's smile lit the headlines like a spent sun.I could not tell if it was pressure or peace.Either likely.I rested my elbows on the earth, steadying myself as the pre-dawn chill crept across the clearing. Less than twenty-four hours. Less than twenty-four hours since I'd put my sister's destruction in front of every viewer in the country.And already, I could feel the shift.Not victory.Not yet.But momentum.Julian sent word last night—coded, in a phony headline about crop futures. "Shareholder momentum is shifting. Carter board breaks. Keep pressure."I didn't reply.I couldn't.Because while the world was finally seeing Nat
AlexAs the sun dipped below the ridge, the entire forest was holding its breath. The news was out. The world had seen it.We waited now.We didn't say much that evening. I watched Sophia sitting against the rig's weathered hull, legs outstretched, one hand resting low on her belly as if a secret. She wasn't conscious that she did this. As if her body already knew there was something, someone... growing inside her.God.I hadn't made up my mind what to do with that information.Every time I looked at her, I saw the woman who might bring down empires. And now, I also saw what weight she carried. Not of blood or of lineage. But of the life we might have lived.And I wasn't ready for it.Not because I didn't want it.Because I wasn't sure that I deserved it.Sophia looked up, noticing me staring at her. "You okay?" she asked, her voice cheerful, but there was tension brewing just below the surface, like a note sustained too long.I nodded. "Just thinking."She cocked an eyebrow. "Dangero
SophiaThe cabin felt smaller than it previously had.It wasn't just the walls closing in. It was the weight of his words—"We expose him tomorrow"—and the sound of Nathan on the radio, painting me as a saboteur. Every shadow was more pronounced, every breath harder.I woke up before dawn again, the cold wooden floorboards beneath my feet. Lina was still asleep on the worn rug, curled up in a ball as if she could wish herself away. I walked outside silently. The forest was wet—dew droplets on every leaf, the world trembling with possibility.I clamped my hand across my stomach as a second wave of nausea washed over me. The pregnancy was still a secret that Alex and I shared, and I hated how it seemed to grow with every passing day. Fatigue engulfed me like a blanket that I couldn't shake; my body no longer belonged just to Sophia.I didn't say that fear to Alex yet. I wrapped my arms around myself as wind blew across my shoulders and stared at the mist.A stick snapped behind me. I tur
SophiaThe note was short.A lone digit. Four figures.But it might have been thunder.I scowled at the crackling radio, my heart racing so violently it was a countdown. The air inside the cabin stirred. As if the woods outside sensed that something had changed."They heard us," I whispered again, this time almost to myself.Alex nodded once, his hand still light on my wrist. "Someone on the board. Someone still alive."I didn't answer. My eyes were on Lina, who hadn't stirred, still huddled on the floor in the blanket like a shadow pretending to be a child. My heart skipped a beat.There was a war coming. And now that someone on the inside had responded, it wasn’t just going to be fought with guns and secrets.It would be fought with truth.And truth always demands sacrifice.Alex turned back to the transmitter, fingers working with tense precision. “I’m gonna send a cipher. If they’re listening, they’ll know it’s me.”“You’re sure it’s safe?”“I’m sure it’s necessary.”I observed hi
SophiaThe ridge fell away from us as we traveled further into the forest.It was as if I was leaving behind a piece of myself that I had not yet become. A piece that maybe would never have the chance to be if we didn't move quicker, smarter. If we didn't succeed.Alex led us down a ravine lined with moss and fog. Lina sat silently on the rig, her small hands grasping the frame as if she understood the world could break at any second. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had.I had no idea what we were going towards.But I knew what we were leaving behind.Ashes.And maybe that was enough for now.Following another mile, we encountered a narrow path branching off to the left, almost covered by bushes. Alex pulled up, looking at it."I recognize this path," he said. "Bellion told me about an old safehouse out here. Abandoned, off-grid, analog through and through. If it exists in one piece.""It's ours," I finished.He nodded. "We go subterranean. Reconstitute. And call out."I glanced over