MasukNYLAI wanted to be annoyed, oh goodness knows I wanted to scream at him. But I couldn't quite get there because he wasn't wrong. Six months ago if he'd come to me with this I would have shut it down completely and probably been cold to him for a week afterward. "Fine. Tell me what you have.""Her name is Courtney Hart."The name came with warmth, as much as I hate to admit it. I turned it over in my head. Courtney Hart. A real name. A whole person I hadn't seen yet was so attached to my life."She was sixteen when she had you," Kael said. "Your birth father was around the same age. From what I could find, he didn't stay. Probably didn't know how to. Courtney came from a middle class family, no real support system for something like that, and alone at sixteen with no one to help her carry it, she made the only decision she felt like she had."I stared at the road ahead. "She gave me up.""She gave you a chance at life," he said. "There's a difference."I didn't argue with that. "Do
NYLAMy father's voice came through again, steadier this time, he'd taken a breath before speaking.*"The condition is this. Before you walk into that boardroom and claim what is yours, you will tell them the truth. All of it. About your mother, about the money that changed hands, about the agreement that was made to keep her quiet and keep you in that house. I know it will cost you. I know it feels like handing them a weapon. But the truth told by you is not a weapon, Nyla. It's armor. Don't let anyone be the one to tell your story. You tell it first."*Then the recording stopped. For real this time.Nobody spoke for a while.I sat there with my father's voice still echoing in my ears and I didn't move. Kael's hand was still on mine and I was grateful for the comfort of it because everything else felt slightly untethered.Adler broke the quiet first. "He believed that coming forward on your own terms would strip Jason of everything he planned to use against you. If you say it first,
NYLA"However you know how," I said. "Help me however you know how."Adler looked at me for a long moment, "Have a sit, Nyla."I sat. Kael stayed near the door, arms folded, without uttering a single word."What I'm about to tell you," Adler started, leaning forward in his chair, "I should have told you months ago. Maybe longer than that. Your father asked me to wait for the right moment and I respected that. But I've watched this situation go from a disagreement to something that could genuinely destroy everything he built, and I think the right moment is sitting in my living room at two in the morning.""What do you mean—""Let me finish." He held up a hand, not unkindly. "I know about Jason's plan for Monday. I know about the files, the board strategy, all of it. But what you don't know, what almost nobody knows, is that none of this started with Jason." He paused. "It started with Grimes."I felt Kael move in front of me."Grimes and your father had a history that goes back furth
MIA"Will you be needing anything ma'am?" I shot her a death stare as she scurried away.The plan was working. That was the thing I kept telling myself as I set my phone down on the dresser.It was working exactly the way it was supposed to. Nyla was shaken, certainly the board chairman would discard whatever accusations she had. By monday morning everything would fall into place the way I'd mapped it out. I should have been satisfied.So why did I still feel tensed?I grabbed my bag before the thought finished itself. Standing still was making it worse. I needed to talk to someone who actually understood the full picture, and there was only one person on this earth who did. I was in my car before I fully decided.Evans lived in one of those neighborhoods that was quiet. The kind of people always purchased such houses specifically for pride sake. The house was dark when I pulled up, I didn't care. I knocked anyway, three sharp raps, and then pushed the door when I heard the lock g
NYLA I didn't trust my voice enough to speak, and honestly, I didn't know what I'd even say if I tried. So I sat there, watching the streets go dark and quiet, and I let my thoughts do what they'd been doing since that hotel room incident, I let them spiral.Mia was pregnant? I turned the words over in my head the way you turn something sharp over in your hands, knowing it'll cut you but unable to stop. The car slowed and I looked up from my phone."We're here," Kael said.I glanced out the window. "Here where? This is an airstrip.""My jet." He cut the engine. "If we want to make it to Adler's before sunrise, we're not driving."I stared at him. "You have a private jet.""Get in, Nyla."I got in. The inside was exactly what I expected from Kael, completely sleek. I took a seat near the window and he settled at the opposite end, and neither of us tried to close the distance. We landed forty minutes later and a black car was already waiting on the tarmac.Kael walked to the driver'
JASONI leaned against the wall outside the suite, phone pressed to my ear, listening to Mia’s voice come through.“She’s vulnerable right now,” Mia said. “I’ll pretend to offer help. Make her think I’m giving her a way out. I’ll drop the pregnancy bomb and walk out. That’s when you come in, your job is to corner her and make her crumble. She’ll be forced to skip town or play by our rules.”I smirked, the plan tasting sweet. “You really think she’ll buy it?”Mia laughed softly. “She’s stupid enough to believe any help will be given to her. Just you wait and see. She’ll reach for anything that looks like a lifeline.”The line went dead. I slipped the phone into my pocket and waited the agreed minute before pushing the door open.The scene inside stopped me for half a second. Nyla looked terrible with a pale face. Kael stood beside her in a robe, eyes already glaring in fury. Their confused expressions were exactly what Mia had promised.“What the hell are you doing here?” Nyla demanded
NYLAI held my mouth open and widened my eyes, staring at Doctor Emerson in pure disbelief. “You want to be my investor? Why?”He smiled kindly, leaning back in his chair with the calm confidence of a man who had seen too many battles to be fazed by boardroom drama. “I saw you fight for your life
NYLA “I’m at the private airfield on the east side, hangar number seventeen. Come quickly.” The line went dead. My stomach dropped. Without a second thought I grabbed my bag and dashed toward the door. I stopped only long enough to tell my assistant, “Dig up anything you can on Mr. Westwood.
NYLAHe smiled, his unpleasant voice dripping with false politeness.“Hello Miss Nyla, I believe we’ve met before.”Jason watched us both with interest, clearly enjoying the show.I forced my voice steady. “Yes, we have. We spoke briefly at the party.”The man, Mr. Westwood, or whatever Jason calle
NYLA“We hit the weak spots in the departments first thing, lock in two key clients before Jason can move, and I’ll pull some strings with suppliers for better margins. We move fast and quiet.”I nodded, still processing everything and the fear of what the next day’s boardroom would bring with thos







