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Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.
“Last night, you seduced me,” he spat, his voice sharp and filled with anger. “What trick did you use to make my mother force me into this marriage?”
Sabrina welled up with tears, trying to find the right words. She had never seen him like this; in pain and disbelief."I... I didn’t trick you," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I've liked you since we were kids. That’s all."
His harsh laugh cut through her, deepening his rage. “You think I would believe that? The wedding, everything—it’s just a trap, isn’t it?”
“I’m not acting, Benedict,” she cried, her voice breaking. “I’ve loved you for so long. I could never do something like that.”
He moved closer, the heat from his body mixing with the coldness of his words. “Love? Is that what this is? Pathetic.”
"I'm telling you the truth. You got drunk last night, and I didn't want to cause you agony. Always, I have cared for you, though you could not see me," she pleaded.
Benedict rolled his eyes, filled with disdain. “I’ll give you money for what happened. Name your price, and I’ll pay you.”
Each word felt like a dagger to her heart. “I don't need your money!” she cried, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and heartbreak. Tears filled in her eyes and began running over her cheeks, as she poured out her feelings, “Why can’t you believe me? Can’t you see how much I care? This isn’t about wealth or status for me; it’s about us! I just want you to understand how deeply I love you!”
His bitter laugh echoed in the room. "Loved me? You think that means anything? I don't love you, Sabrina. I never have, and I never will."
The weight of his words hit her hard, making her feel small and helpless."Please, Benedict," she wailed, collapsing to her knees. "Tell me what I can do to make you love me ? I'll do anything."
His dark eyes looked down at her with contempt. "Even if you died, I still wouldn't love you. I wouldn't care at all. Remember that." He pulled out a bottle of wine, grabbed the cork with a forking noise, and showered it over her. The cold liquid drenched her hair and dress, mixing with her tears.
"Benedict, please—" she begged, but he stepped away, admiring his cruel act. "You are pathetic," he sneered. "I can't believe I am forced to marry someone as weak and miserable as you. desperate and dramatic." Sabrina barely got words through her tears. "I didn't ask any of this," she whispered. "I never wanted it to be this way." “Then walk away,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “But you won’t. This is what you’ve always wanted. Admit it.” “No!” she cried, wiping the wine from her face. “I wanted you, Benedict. Not your money or your house. Just you.” His laugh dripped with disbelief. “You’re delusional. You’re nothing to me, Sabrina. You’ll never be anything to me.” As he spoke, her final hope faded. She had sensed this moment was coming, but hearing his words felt like a brutal blow. It pierced through her heart, leaving her feeling hollow and aching with pain. “Benedict, I am sorry for making you feel this way” she whispered, her voice trembling, barely a breath escaping her lips. “Please… don’t marry me out of hate. Don’t make this worse.” “I have no choice,” he growled, pulling her up harshly. “My mother has made that clear. But don’t think for a second that this means you’ve won and you have succeeded! You haven’t. You’ll regret this!” Tears flowed freely as her world crumbled. "What have I done to deserve this?” she cried. “I just loved you.” “That’s your problem,” he said, pushing her away. “You loved someone who never cared for you. Now you’ll pay the price.”
With one last glare, Benedict stormed out, leaving her drenched and broken. Sinking to the floor, Sabrina let her sobs echo in the empty room. She had loved him her whole life, but now she understood: her love was not enough. Benedict had taken her heart and shattered it into pieces.
Her mind wandered to Saben Thompson’s calm strength, to Jenny White’s defiance, to JM’s letter.The faces of the people she tried to break haunted her. Not out of guilt, but out of truth.They had moved on.She hadn’t.The empire was gone.Her beauty had faded.Her voice once powerful enough to command rooms now barely a whisper.But deep inside, in a corner of her fractured heart, she understood something at last.Power doesn’t die when you lose. It dies when you forget who you are.She pressed her hand against her chest, whispering to the silence:“I was Eva Ross. And I forgot to be human.”Tears slipped down her cheeks again, silent, unstoppable. For the first time, she wasn’t Eva the manipulator, Eva the queen, Eva the perfect face on every magazine.She was just a woman broken, stripped bare, facing herself.The guards passed by, barely glancing inside. Another inmate whispered a prayer. Somewhere far away, thunder rolled soft, distant.Eva looked up at the small slice of moon
The next day.It was quiet again.For the first time in months, Thompson Enterprises breathed peace.The chaos, the lawsuits, the media storms all had finally stilled, like waves that had beaten the shore too long.The offices buzzed with steady work once more, laughter echoing through the glass halls. The air was lighter. Brighter. Whole again.Inside the executive suite, Saben Thompson stood by the wide glass window, sunlight painting gold on his face.Below, the city pulsed with life a heartbeat of resilience.“Back to normal,” Clara murmured softly beside him, placing a stack of finalized reports on his desk. “No scandals, no leaked stories, no sabotage. It almost feels… strange.”Saben smiled faintly, the weight in his eyes replaced by quiet calm. “That’s what peace feels like. You forget it exists until it’s finally here.”Zina Bank had just left after their partnership renewal. Jenny White’s latest campaign had gone viral a comeback not of revenge, but of redemption. The inve
The news spread like wildfire.On each screen, each financial ticker, every whisper in the corporate world, announced one and the same shocking headline:“EVA ROSS — FALL OF A MEDIA EMPRESS.”“ROSS GLOBAL FILES FOR BANKRUPTCY JM REESE UNDER INVESTIGATION.”“INVESTORS WITHDRAW BILLIONS IN WAKE OF SCANDAL.”Inside the Thompson Tower, the mood was one of incredulity and grim satisfaction.For months, they had put up with Eva's manipulations: the rumors, the sabotage, the quiet threats that masqueraded as business.Now, the storm had finally turned against her.Saben Thompson stood at his office window, gazing out at the skyline through a haze of late-morning sunlight. The city below was abuzz with chaos-reporters running, cameras flashing, the media world burning under the fallout of Eva Ross's empire.Behind him, Clara turned the pages of the morning's financial briefings, her brows furrowed. "It's everywhere," she muttered, laying yet another report on his desk. "Ross Global finally d
The empire was dying.Ross Global Media had once been a symbol of innovation, glamour, and fear, but it had since wilted into a tower of broken screens and bleeding numbers.Every monitor inside the 54th floor flashed red.STOCKS DOWN 89%. INVESTORS WITHDRAW. LAWSUITS FILED.The air was thick with panic. Assistants ran from cubicle to cubicle, heels clattering on marble floors, voices trembling as they yelled into phones. Lawyers filled the corridors. The boardroom smelled of burnt nerves and stale coffee.And at the centre of it all sat Eva Ross, silent, still, terribly quiet.She was almost beautiful in her ruin: her black dress immaculately tailored, her lipstick perfect, her eyes sunk. The screens reflected against her face, painting her features in the flickering red glow of collapse.Her assistant was trembling as he came forward, his hands shaking. “M-Miss Ross, investors from Tokyo, Dubai, and London just announced they’re pulling out. The SEC confirmed the probe into your off
The city was gray that morning too quiet for a place that never slept. JM Reese stood by his office window, the skyline stretching before him like a battlefield after war. Once, it had looked like opportunity. Now, it looked like ruin.The screens on his desk glowed red Ross Global Media: STOCKS DOWN 73%, Zina Bank Withdraws Partnership, Thompson Holdings Reconsiders Deal.Every headline was a wound he couldn’t bandage.His temples throbbed as he gripped the edge of his desk. This can’t be happening.But it was. The empire he’d built his blood, his brilliance, his sleepless nights—was collapsing, and every headline screamed one name louder than his:Eva Ross.The door creaked open. His assistant, trembling, stepped in with a tablet in hand.“Sir… the board just called. They’re demanding a statement before noon. The SEC has opened a probe into Eva’s offshore accounts. Some… investors are filing suit against Ross Global and”JM lifted a hand, his voice raw. “Just stop.”The assistant fr
Tension in the room was stifling.The air between them was like electricity dense, charged, poised to detonate.Eva Ross stood against the glass wall of JM Reese's office, her reflection blurred against the New York city lights below. Her jaw was locked, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palm. She'd just come in from the board meeting that became a disaster, where her temper had again hijacked the attention.Now, JM remained on the other side of the room, his face impossible to read, the tendons in his neck stretched tight with rage. The quiet between them was a shout louder than any word."Eva," JM spoke finally, his voice tight but shaking with contained rage. "What do you actually want?"She turned, blazing eyes. "What do you mean, what do I want? I want what belongs to me! I want what we created together! I want you!"He let out a sharp breath, striding toward his desk. "I already picked you. Is that not sufficient?" He smacke







