LOGINAnd so she'd walked away, his words stabbing her ears as they struck home.
"You think you can just waltz in here and play like you're good enough to have my love? You'll never have it, Sabrina," he had sneered, the disgust spewing from him like acid that cut into her heart. Every step was hard as she moved through the grand house now that had become a cage of gilded bars and memories bitter with the poison of anger.
She was lost in this world he created, full of resentment and anger. "Why even bother?" he had shouted at her, his face distorted in rage as she tried to reach out to him. "You're just a reminder of everything I hate about my life!" Yet still, she gave in . Deep down, there was still some love from her side of his body that seemed mutually less, but still true love between two souls. She had still not given up. Still catching for breath, "I'm not giving up on you," she could still stare at tear-stained mascara and tears, and hurt etched upon her face staring back from the mirror. But still, he came rushing into the room, eyes blazing red as if in anger. "What do you want here, Sabrina?" he hurled, his words filled with disdain. "Didn't I make it clear that I didn't need you in my life at all?" She stood there, unbroken by him even though he was angry at her. "I want to know you, Benedict. Why do you always keep me away? Do you understand me? he laughed cruelly, the sound echoing off the walls. You think you can just cozy up to me and make everything all right? You're living in a fantasy. Her heart sank, the weight of his words crushing her. "I love you, Benedict," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "Can't you see that? His face went ice cold and stepped closer. "Love? You do not even know what this word is, do you?" He spat his words at her. His eyes had turned dark with the venomous poison of rage. "This marriage is not a fairy tale; it's prison and you are the warden." That's when she was hit with the accusation. She was left for breathless. "I did not want this! I wanted for us to be happy," she countered, trying to keep all her anger locked inside as she could. "But you keep shutting me out!" He sneered in his disgust. "Happy? With you? That's ridiculous, Sabrina. “You have turned my life into a nightmare. Every single day with you is a reminder of everything I've lost.” His words cut deep into her, like the knife which darts straight in. His words hurt so harshly that she felt as if her chest was about to constrict, and tears welled up to spill over from her eyes. It was as if the weight of his disdain was crushing her spirit. “I never wanted to be a source of pain for you,” she choked out, her voice trembling. He gave a glare so full of venom and was so intense that she didn't know how to even react. She was too small under his glare to say words. "I just wanted to love you," she whispered with the pain that had built deep inside of her heart. Feeling utterly defeated, she took a shaky breath. “Why can’t you see the love I have for you?,I am not your enemy! I didn't make you marry me. I only want to reach you!" He leaned back, a wicked smile crossing his face. "Reach me? Save me? You think I need saving, Sabrina? I don't. I need you to disappear.". "Why hate me so much?" she wailed, her voice gradually filled with the pain that came out of it. "What did I do to deserve this?" He looked at her, a flicker of something in his eyes—regret?—but it vanished quickly. "You're not worth my time. You're a mistake I have to endure. The sooner you accept that, the better for both of us." The weight of his contempt suffocated her spirit. "You're wrong. I'm not a mistake. I'm your wife," she insisted, her voice breaking. "I deserve more than this." He laughed, a bitter sound that filled the space between them. "You think you deserve something? Just because you wore a pretty dress and said 'I do'? You're delusional." He said, with every word he thrust the wedge into her heart, but she would not give in and tried to be strong. "I am here for you, Benedict. I wish to help you, but you will not let me!" "Help? Do you think you can help me? You are a bloody joke," he spat in her face, venom from his lips. "You could not even help yourself if you tried. She wept, but she rubbed them away quickly. She did not want to look weak. "You don't know me at all and I can prove to you that I can make you love me and I mean it!" she said. "I am more than your wife. I have feelings too!" He came closer to her. His face was inches from hers. His breath was hot. "Feelings? Please. You are just an obstacle, and I don't need obstacles. I need freedom.". Sabrina recoiled at his intensity, the reality of their situation crashing around her. "Obstacle?Then why don't you just leave?" she challenged, trying to steady her voice. "If I'm such a burden, then why don’t you just walk away? Why are you still here?" Her voice trembled, each word thick with desperation. He looked at her, and his gaze turned icy, like the chill of winter cutting through the warmth of a summer day. "Maybe I will. I'll find someone who actually deserves my time, unlike you.". The finality in his words was a gut punch to her. "You think you can just walk away and leave me behind? You think that will fix everything?" "Fix? There's nothing to fix here. It's broken beyond repair," he said with ice in his voice as he turned to walk away from her. "This marriage was a mistake from the start.". Sabrina's heart was broken, his disgust that broke her spirit. "Then maybe you should just do us both a favor and end this nightmare," she whispered, her voice not more than a breath. As he walked away from her, leaving her alone in the oppressive silence, she understood that it was time to steel herself against the pain of losing a man whom she loved. She silently promised him that she would not give up on Benedict, even if her heart seemed like it would break into a hundred pieces. She would fight for him, for them, to face his demons alone.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
Eva stood along the stage, exquisite in crimson silk, every move planned — a smile too perfect, eyes too pointed. Cameras loved her, reporters adored her. She was every inch the queen she played to be. But Jenny knew the beast behind the mask.And tonight, she'd had enough.Jenny's voice shook not from terror, but fury.Why can't you get it through your head, Eva?" she snarled. "JM and I are done. You've won. You've got him. You've got everything! So why are you still doing this? Why are you attempting to destroy my name, his, and now Saben's company?Eva turned, serene and smiling. "Jenny, darling," she said graciously, dusting nonexistent dust from her dress. "You ought to learn when to quit making a fool of yourself in public."Cameras were already mobbing the scene. Security hesitated. Nobody dared to interfere.Jenny's voice got louder. "Making a fool of myself? You're the one spreading rumors! You concocted tales to ruin people
She did not glance back. She did not have to. The trap had been laid, the cracks visible even from the edges of her flawless smile.But she did not count on Jenny White tracking her."Eva!"The jagged, shaking voice sliced across the buzz of leaving guests. Journalists froze in mid-step. Cameras revolved.Eva turned relaxed, undisturbed. Her face was serene, almost patronizing.Jenny was a few meters behind her, her eyes aglow with rage, her breath trembling.For once, the woman who had spent years controlling herself who’d smiled through humiliation, through gossip, through heartbreak finally snapped.Jenny’s heels clicked across the polished floor as she closed the distance, voice rising.“I’m warning you, Eva Ross. Stop this.”The crowd quieted instantly.Eva arched a brow. “Stop what, darling? Hosting a successful event?”Jenny’s hands balled into fists. “Stop playing with people’s lives! Stop twisting everything to your game!”The air grew heavy. Phones were produced. The came







