NathanPower. Control.For as long as I could remember, these were the only two things that mattered to me. And now, they were running away from me. No, not running—being ripped from me, strand by strand, by the one person I never imagined capable of outwitting me.Sophia.She had played me. Set the perfect trap, offered me just enough to think I'd gained the advantage. I'd marched in, arrogant, believing that what I'd stolen from her would be my salvation. That it would be my weapon to bring her down for good.But I should have known better.I grind my teeth, my fists clenched as I sat in the darkened penthouse, Vince pacing in front of me."She sent you up," Vince snarled, anger mixed with frustration. "That information was not leaked by mistake. She wanted you to find out.".I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into my temple. The realization burned itself into my mind. Sophia wasn't replaying on my actions—she was controlling them.The books of accounts, the so-called 'secret' acc
ChloeI pulled my car in front of Carter Industries, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white.For the first time in my life, I was making a decision that didn't bear Nathan's name.A decision that would alter my existence.I had stood by him for decades, defending him, believing in him—no matter how many times I'd witnessed the devil in his eyes.Because he was my brother.Because I thought he was invincible.But I had been wrong.Nathan was not invincible. Nathan was coming apart at the seams.The newspaper headlines, the rumors on the board, the investors pulling out—everything spoke of one inescapable truth.Nathan Carter was coming apart.And I was not going down with him.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to move. I swung open the car door, stepping onto the sidewalk, my heart pounding.Carter Industries loomed before him, the building that had long been synonymous with Nathan's empire. But now, something in the air about it seemed different.Nathan's emp
NathanThe city stretched out before me, huge and indifferent. The skyline I had once ruled over now looked like a vise closing.It was all falling apart.No—it was already fallen apart.And I didn't know what to do with myself.The board had turned against me. The people I'd spent years manipulating, controlling, and confirming their loyalty—they'd abandoned me.Chloe had turned against me. My own flesh, the sister I had protected, had stood by, had built an empire with.And now?Now, she had joined Sophia.I clenched my teeth, my fingers tightening around the whiskey glass, the pressure so fierce that a sharp crack went through the quiet.I stared at the crack in the glass, the fine web of broken lines spreading under my fingertips.Fitting.Because that's exactly what was happening to me.I was breaking.And I couldn't stop it.VinceI'd witnessed Nathan Carter in all his forms.Triumphant. Calculating. Brutal.But this?This was different.He was leaning against the window, his gl
NathanI had built an empire from nothing.Controlled it with an iron grip.And now, piece by piece, it was being taken from me.Chloe.The board.Even the goddamn media.It was all slipping through my fingers.I stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, watching the city lights flicker against the darkness. My reflection stared back at me, distorted in the glass, a mockery of the man I once was.I should be strategizing.I should be tearing Sophia apart.Instead, I was thinking about her.She had been the perfect pawn. Someone I could control, manipulate, mold into whatever suited me. But she wasn’t playing her part anymore.She was rewriting the game.My grip on the whiskey glass tightened.She had no idea who she was dealing with.The world saw Sophia as this phoenix rising from the ashes, reclaiming what was stolen from her. But they didn’t understand. They didn’t know me.I don’t lose.I don’t bow.And I sure as hell don’t let anyone—not Sophia, not
NathanThe air in the boardroom was suffocating.Not because of the heat. Not because of the room itself.But because I could feel it.The shift.The silent, irrevocable betrayal taking shape right in front of me.I had walked into this meeting prepared for war. I had studied my enemies, predicted their moves, fortified my position. And yet—I was losing.I never lost.Yet here I was.Losing.Again.My fingers twitched against the folder in front of me, my pulse drumming like a war drum in my skull. I had brought ammunition. A carefully orchestrated attack. Proof of financial discrepancies, offshore accounts linked to Mitchell Holdings, evidence that could bury Sophia under the same weight she had tried to use against me.And yet—She wasn’t shaken.Not even slightly.Across the table, Sophia sat, poised and unreadable, her silver eyes watching me with the same cold calculation I had once admired—had once controlled.She wasn’t flinching.Not even when I threw the first grenade.I sli
NathanI should have seen it coming.I should have known that Sophia Mitchell wouldn’t stop at just winning—she needed to obliterate me.The board’s decision to strip me of my own company should have been the end. They thought they had caged a wolf and called it victory.But they didn’t realize—I bite harder when I bleed.I stood outside Carter Industries, staring at the gleaming glass tower that no longer bore my name, no longer answered to me. The empire I built now belonged to my greatest enemy.My fingers curled into fists, my nails biting into my palm. It should have burned—losing everything I’d spent years constructing—but all I felt was a slow, dark hunger clawing inside me.A hunger for revenge.Vince stood beside me, silent, waiting. He had learned over the years that when I was this quiet, when I wasn’t punching walls or throwing glasses, it meant I was planning something far worse.Finally, I turned to him, my voice controlled. "Did you get it?"He nodded, handing me a thi
SophiaNathan Carter was a wounded beast.And wounded beasts were the most dangerous.The board meeting may have ended in a temporary victory, but I knew better than to assume it was over. Nathan wasn’t the type to accept defeat. He was the type to retreat just long enough to sharpen his claws before striking again.I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers lightly against the glass surface. The city lights flickered outside, a sprawling testament to power and ambition—the very things Nathan was desperate to reclaim.Alex leaned against the window, arms crossed, studying me. “You’re thinking too hard.”I exhaled. “I’m thinking just enough.”His lips curled into a smirk. “You won today.”“For now.”He moved closer, dropping into the chair across from me. “Nathan’s lost his grip, Sophia. You saw it in his eyes. He’s unraveling.”I shook my head. “No, he’s adapting. That’s what makes him dangerous. He won’t play fair.”Alex swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid dance. “T
SophiaThe air inside Carter Industries felt suffocating.Tension crackled like electricity, thick and charged, pressing against my skin. The walls that once held Nathan’s power now stood under my control, yet somehow, he was still clawing at them, still trying to pull me down from the outside.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office, arms crossed as I watched the city below. Nathan’s smear campaign had taken root. The headlines were relentless, each one a twisted narrative designed to shake my foundation.“Mitchell’s Leadership in Question Amid Corporate Scandal”“Whispers of Corruption: Is Carter Industries in the Wrong Hands?”“Nathan Carter’s Revenge? The Battle for Carter Industries Continues”I had expected a counterattack, but Nathan had taken it to another level. This wasn’t just about tarnishing my reputation. He was trying to make the board, the investors—hell, even the employees—doubt me.Bellion entered the office, his steps measured, his expression u
Sophia’s POVThe morning of the press conference arrived, and my nerves were a live wire beneath my skin. The media had been relentless since Nathan’s paternity claim went public, dissecting my past, my relationship with Alex, even my pregnancy. Every headline felt like a fresh wound. Alex stood beside me in front of the floor-length mirror in our bedroom, adjusting his tie. His reflection was all sharp angles and barely contained fury, but when his eyes met mine, they softened. “You ready?” he asked, voice low. I inhaled deeply, smoothing my hands over the sleek black dress I’d chosen—elegant, professional, unshakable. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” His fingers brushed my waist, grounding me. “Remember, we control this. Not him.” I nodded, but the weight of what we were about to do pressed down on me. This wasn’t just about refuting Nathan’s lies. It was about exposing him—and Chloe—for the manipulators they were. And Julian had given us the ammunition to do it. **********
Sophia’s POVThe dining room was suffocating. Crystal chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the long mahogany table, the same one where I’d endured countless silent meals as a child. The air smelled of roasted lamb and expensive wine, but beneath it all lingered something bitter—resentment, lies, and the unspoken war between us. Nathan sat directly across from me, his sharp jaw clenched, his fingers drumming impatiently against the tablecloth. His dark eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw the same cold calculation that had haunted me since we divorced . Chloe, seated beside him, looked like the cat who got the cream, her lips curled in a smirk as she sipped her wine. My mother, ever the gracious host, gestured for the servers to begin plating the first course. “So,” she began, her voice too bright, “how have things been with the two of you?” I forced a smile, gripping my fork a little too tightly. “Busy, but good.” Alex’s hand found my knee under the tabl
Sophia’s povNathan’s words hung in the air like a blade poised to drop. My breath hitched, my fingers instinctively curling into fists at my sides. Beside me, Alex went rigid, his grip on my waist tightening protectively. "What the hell did you just say?" Alex’s voice was low, dangerous. Nathan didn’t flinch. His dark eyes remained locked on mine, cold and calculating. "You heard me." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Is it mine?" The accusation was like a slap. My pulse roared in my ears, my stomach twisting with fury. How dare he?I didn’t even think—my hand flew out, the sharp crack of my palm against his cheek echoing in the night air. Nathan barely staggered, but his head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on his skin. "You disgusting bastard," I hissed. Nathan slowly turned back to face me, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "That’s not an answer." Alex moved before I could, shoving Nathan back hard enough that he stumbl
Sophia’s POVThe dining room was suffocating. Crystal chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the long mahogany table, the same one where I’d endured countless silent meals as a child. The air smelled of roasted lamb and expensive wine, but beneath it all lingered something bitter—resentment, lies, and the unspoken war between us. Nathan sat directly across from me, his sharp jaw clenched, his fingers drumming impatiently against the tablecloth. His dark eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw the same cold calculation that had haunted me since we divorced . Chloe, seated beside him, looked like the cat who got the cream, her lips curled in a smirk as she sipped her wine. My mother, ever the gracious host, gestured for the servers to begin plating the first course. “So,” she began, her voice too bright, “how have things been with the two of you?” I forced a smile, gripping my fork a little too tightly. “Busy, but good.” Alex’s hand found my knee under the tabl
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