LOGINLove, Amy discovered, did not happen only once.It happened in quiet moments, in ordinary mornings, in unexpected glances across crowded rooms. It happened when someone remembered how much sugar you liked in your coffee, when they noticed you were tired before you admitted it, when they stayed after an argument instead of walking away.It happened over and over again.And somehow, she was falling in love with Zion all over again.Tuesday arrived with rain.A steady rain drummed softly against the windows of the penthouse, turning the morning sky into a wash of grey and silver. Amy stood barefoot in the kitchen, wrapped in one of Zion's hoodies that reached almost to her knees, stirring hot chocolate while watching the rain collect on the balcony railing.She loved rainy mornings.Always had.There was something about them that made the city slow down.Behind her, she heard footsteps."You're wearing my hood
Amy woke to the smell of coffee and the faint sound of music drifting from downstairs.For a few seconds, she remained still beneath the sheets, staring at the ceiling while the memories of the previous evening slowly returned. The quiet retreat by the sea. The conversation with Zion. The way he had held her when she admitted how frightened she sometimes was of losing the happiness they had fought so hard to find.She turned her head.His side of the bed was empty.A smile touched her lips.There had been a time when waking beside Zion would have been impossible to imagine. In the beginning, she had considered him arrogant, controlling and infuriatingly confident. He had looked at her like a problem he intended to solve, while she had treated every conversation with him like a battle she refused to lose.Somehow, between arguments and stolen glances, hurt and forgiveness, they had become this.Husband and wife.Amy pushed herse
By the time Amy and Zion returned to Lagos, the sky had darkened into a deep shade of blue, and the city lights were beginning to shimmer against the evening haze. Neither of them spoke much during the drive. The discovery her father had shared over the phone had changed the mood between them, but it hadn't changed what mattered.They were still together.That, Amy reminded herself, was enough.When they arrived at Diamond Groups, Zack was waiting in his office with two files on his desk. His expression was serious, but there was none of the alarm Amy had expected.She entered with Zion beside her."You said you found the person connected to the contracts."Zack nodded."We did."Amy placed her handbag on the chair."Who is it?"Zack pushed a file toward her."Julian Mercer."Amy stared at the name.She knew him.Everyone in their industry did.Julian Mercer had been the former f
By Monday afternoon, the conference room at Diamond Groups had become the center of Amy's world.Documents covered the table. Financial statements were open across three laptops. The legal team had supplied contracts, payment schedules and correspondence from the company they had just acquired. Nothing about the situation was dramatic enough to justify panic, yet everything was troubling enough to demand attention.Amy sat at the head of the table with Zion beside her.Across from them, the chief financial officer adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat."We've confirmed that six contracts listed as terminated were still active when the acquisition was completed."Amy looked at the documents."And the liabilities?""Approximately thirty-eight million."Zion's jaw tightened."Thirty-eight million that wasn't disclosed.""Correct."Amy leaned back."Who signed the original agreements?"The CFO slid another file across the table."The previous managing director."Amy opened it."Mart
I had walked into intimidating rooms before.Boardrooms filled with executives who thought they knew more than me.Meetings where my last name spoke before I did.But nothing prepared me for this.Zion Petrakis didn’t just sit behind his desk.He owned the space.The room was too quiet, too bright,
Nobody spoke when Zion Petrakis walked through the executive floor.Not because they weren’t allowed to.Because his presence demanded silence naturally.The sharp sound of his shoes echoed against the polished black floors as employees quickly moved out of his path.Some nodded respectfully.Others
Amy stared at the rejection email on her laptop and laughed bitterly.“Unfortunately, we’ve decided to move forward with another candidate.”Again.She slammed the laptop shut and dropped back onto her couch with frustration.The apartment around her was small compared to the Armstrong mansion, but
Amy Armstrong adjusted the sleeve of her blazer for the third time before stepping out of the car.The towering glass building before her reflected the early morning sun like a polished diamond.Diamond Towers.Her father’s empire.Soon to be hers.A lump formed in her throat.“Miss Armstrong?” the







