As Anita lifted her glass, her remarks reverberated with calm control throughout the Grant Family Charity Gala's large hall, which was alive with whispers and conjecture. Her composed smile and Nathan's steadfast support were captured by the flashing cameras. Harry's grin wavered across the room. For the first time, he recognised that the gullible girl he had dumped was no longer the woman he had once controlled. Anita's smile widened as she met his gaze, perhaps daring him to do something next. "Shall we dance, Mr. Grant?" With her fingers sliding inside Nathan's, Anita whispered to him. As Nathan escorted her onto the dance floor, his gaze grew softer. She was being guided in perfect sync by Nathan's hand on her waist as the gentle melody of the violin filled the room. With a quiet voice that only she could hear, Nathan whispered, "You're playing a dangerous game, Anita." She said, "I know," with determined flickering in her eyes. However, I'm done running. I will grant Harry a bat
It was raining on the Grant estate's glass windows when Anita woke up. With the storm building inside her heart, the early light hardly broke through the dense grey clouds. The battle was far from done, but she had won one last night. There was no one on Nathan's side of the bed, but the linens still had a hint of his cologne. With a constricting heart, she ran her fingertips across the chilly area. Did he still question her? They were still separated by a wall despite everything they had experienced.After dragging herself from her bed, Anita put the silk robe around her. Nathan was in his home office, staring out the window with his broad back to her, as she came downstairs from the bedroom. He was clearly tense in his shoulders. The way his fingers clenched into fists at his sides caught her attention as she stood in the doorway. At last, she murmured, "You're up early," in a softer tone than she had meant. Nathan swivelled around, his black eyes locking with hers. They
That night, the Grant family mansion exuded icy elegance. Eleanor Walker ruled at the head of the table, her piercing gaze slicing through Anita like a sword, while the large dining hall was lighted by crystal lights. Anita sat next to Nathan with her head held high and her back straight, but behind the composed exterior, her mind was planning every action. It was hostile territory. From the other side of the table, Harry grinned, his eyes blazing with nefarious laughter. As though she already knew the hidden card Harry was going to play, Stacy's delicate features glowed with triumph as she sat next to him. Despite having a knotted tummy, Anita showed no signs of dread. Not this evening. She would give Harry a war if he desired one.Eleanor said, "How charming," in a tone that was brimming with pettiness. "Anita, it's almost... funny how fast you've adjusted to our world. However, individuals who are desperate tend to act strangely, don't they? Nathan's jaw tightened next t
Even after the Walkers had departed, the tension on the Grant estate was palpable. Anita was more troubled by Nathan's quiet than by Eleanor's contempt and Harry's threat, which lingered in the background. After defending her at the dinner table, he had remained silent. Upon ascending the opulent staircase to their bedroom, Anita sensed the distance between them growing once more. Slowly, the storm that she had worked so hard to keep outside these walls was beginning to creep in. After opening their bedroom door, Nathan entered. Anita trailed behind, not knowing what to anticipate. Would he at last confront her about the fact that Stacy and Harry had forced upon her? Or would he withdraw once more into his icy, aloof shell? Standing at the window, Nathan's wide figure was softly lit by the city lights. His mouth was knotted in silent annoyance, and his hands were in his pockets. Anita was silent for a moment. "You haven't spoken since supper." Nathan's eyes never left the starry sky.
Standing in front of the mirror in Nathan's apartment, Anita wore a sophisticated black gown that accentuated her figure. She was no longer the innocent young woman who had wandered into this world of betrayal and power. Her name was Nathan Grant's spouse. And she would put that title on like armour tonight. As he entered the room, Nathan adjusted his fitted suit's cufflinks. His gaze moved over her, pausing on her shoulders' exposed flesh before darkening. He said, "You're playing with fire, Mrs. Grant," as he neared her and touched her waist. Anita looked into the mirror at him. "Well. Set them on fire.darker side, a protective edge that let her know he was no longer just playing this game for her. He gave it his all. War had been proclaimed by the Walkers. And Anita would initiate the conversation at Eleanor Walker's charity event tonight. New York's elite, including CEOs, politicians, and socialites who thrived on scandal and power, crowded the huge ballroom. As she
The city lights shimmered beneath Anita as she stood on the balcony of the Grant house in the tense night air. She felt grounded by Nathan's presence at her side, but her thoughts were racing with the gala's happenings. Eleanor's contempt pierced her spirit, and Harry's warnings stayed in her mind like poison. Beneath all of that, though, there was a darker force simmering within of her: a desire for power, retribution, and liberation from the memories of her past. "Are you scared?" The silence was broken by Nathan's strong voice. The storm raging inside Anita was reflected in her eyes as she turned to face him. "No," she said in a whisper. "I'm upset."Nathan moved closer, his fingers grazing her cheek, and his eyes softened. "All right. You are dangerous in this world when you are angry. His words soaked into her veins, making her heart race. This was no longer only a matter of survival. The goal was to destroy the empire that had attempted to shatter her. After examin
As the black Rolls Royce raced through the wet streets of New York, Anita's head was propped up on Nathan's chest. The tumult inside her was reflected in the storm outside. When Harry revealed her ancestry, her entire life fell apart. The Gregor Bennett's daughter. the unnatural blemish on a family that prospered on dominance and authority. However, they were unaware that Anita had changed from being the gullible young woman they could degrade and throw away. Nathan Grant was now at her side. She would demolish all they had once revered with him. As the city lights flickered past them, Nathan's fingertips made lazy circles on her thigh, grounding her. In a low, personal voice, he whispered, "You've been quiet." "What are you thinking about?"Anita looked up into his eyes. "I'm considering how readily people undervalue me. They believe that because I believed Harry's falsehoods, I am weak. since I lost everything. However, they are unaware that I have nothing to lose and
In Nathan's bedroom, Anita sat facing the large mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with strange eyes. She was no longer the innocent, submissive girl she had been, the one who had let herself be twisted by this vicious family and broken by Harry. The humiliation had not killed her. The transgression had been tolerated by her. She was now gradually learning how to play the game that the Walkers had perfected for generations while she was Nathan Grant's wife. Her heart still hurt, though. From the man who stood by her side yet was inaccessible, not from the demons of her past. Nathan.He had stood up for her when Harry attacked. She had been protected by him from Eleanor's brutality. But a wall of distrust and self-control remained between them, one that none of them dared to breach. The sound of a gentle rap on the door broke her reverie. She said, "Come in," in a steady voice despite the tempest building within of her. Wearing a black fitted suit that added to his f
The next morning brought a storm Anita hadn’t seen coming—not from the frontlines, but from within the walls of the fortress she had so carefully built.Anita entered the boardroom at Grant Holdings, expecting support, strategy, and a unified front. Instead, she walked into silence and stiff backs. The tension was visceral, as if the air itself was laced with suspicion.Nathan sat at the head of the table, jaw tight. Across from him, Reva Langston, the very woman who had shaken Anita’s hand just hours ago, now stared at her with cold detachment.“What happened?” Anita asked, setting her tablet down.Reva didn’t blink. “Dominic Pierce filed an injunction against you, Anita. He claims your press conference was a smear campaign backed by falsified documents.”“That’s absurd. We verified everything.”Nathan spoke then, voice clipped. “Pierce is claiming the documents you presented were stolen from a secure database in Switzerland—and that Grant Holdings was complicit in cybercrime.”A chi
Dominic Pierce thought he’d rattled her.He’d sent the orchid as a warning, veiled in civility. But Anita wasn’t the girl she’d been when she first walked into Nathan’s world. She’d been made, broken, burned, and reborn.She knew now that in games of power, silence was never safety—it was strategy.Anita stood before the mirror in her office, buttoning a crisp ivory blouse. Her reflection stared back with poise and purpose. Behind her, Patricia’s photograph smiled faintly on the bookshelf. That reminder was all she needed.Nathan appeared in the doorway, his frame a towering presence. “The press conference is set. Noon.”She turned, slipping gold hoops into her ears. “Are the files ready?”“They are.” He stepped closer. “Are you?”She met his gaze. “You’re not the only one who keeps leverage, Nathan.”He raised a brow. “You’ve been building something?”“I learned from the best.” Her voice was calm, but there was steel beneath. “Remember when I asked you to assign me as your proxy on t
Anita didn’t speak during the drive home.She sat in the back of the armored black Maybach, eyes fixed on the lights bleeding through the city skyline, replaying every word Dominic Pierce had said. The man didn’t blink. Didn’t threaten. He didn’t need to. His offer wasn’t just power—it was a declaration.He didn’t want to destroy Nathan. He wanted to replace him. With her.And that made this war far more personal.When the car pulled into the private elevator bay at the Grant penthouse, she stepped out, shoulders straight, heels echoing like declarations of defiance. The moment the elevator doors opened, Nathan was already there—jacket off, tie undone, eyes stormy with anticipation.“Well?” he asked.Anita let out a slow breath. “He wants to recruit me.”Nathan’s brow twitched. “Recruit?”“Full takeover. My own firm. Resources. Autonomy. And I’d never need you again.”Silence settled thickly between them.He crossed the room slowly, eyes scanning her face. “And?”“I told him to go to
The Calm Before the WarThe rain had stopped, but the tension hadn’t.Nathan stood at the balcony of the penthouse, shirt sleeves rolled up, the city sprawled beneath him like a conquered battlefield. Yet victory felt heavy, laced with exhaustion. His mind replayed every detail from the boardroom, every reaction—Delacorte’s twitching eye, Chen’s collapse, and Anita’s unflinching resolve.She’d been magnificent.Behind him, Anita moved through the living room, barefoot, still in the suit she hadn’t changed out of since the night before. Her hair was slightly tousled, and fatigue clung to her frame like a second skin, but her eyes… they were alive. Sharp. Focused.She approached him quietly, holding two mugs of black coffee. No celebration. No champagne. Just coffee. Because they weren’t done yet.“You’re not sleeping,” she said, offering the cup.He took it, brushing her fingers with his. “Neither are you.”She leaned on the railing beside him. “We just humiliated one of the most corru
Shortly after midnight, the storm broke out. Rain battered the penthouse windows as lightning illuminated the skyline and thunder cracked over the metropolis. Everything was moving in Nathan's battle room, which used to be his office. Anita leaned over a computer table showing the activities of shareholders, Gregor yelled orders into a secure queue, and Nathan Nathan observed her. Something about her had changed. Once standing unsurely at the edge of wolf-infested boardrooms, the woman now stood in the middle, unwavering. Making calculations. Sharp.While looking over the information on the encrypted server that Nathan had previously concealed from even his own legal advisor, Anita remarked, "We're going to need proof." "The board's plan cannot be overturned without concrete proof of wrongdoing or manipulation." "Misconduct always occurs," Gregor mumbled. "These men didn't reach the summit without stepping on people." "Then we discover the corpses," she answered in a firm
As Anita's remarks reverberated across the room, silence descended once more, this time more profoundly. It's time to invite those they never thought to invite. It's time to reverse the situation. At first, Nathan remained silent. He looked her, truly studied her, and his eyes narrowed, calculating. He was constantly aware of Anita's intelligence and fortitude. However, this? This was a very different matter. Instead of cowering in the shadows behind him, she was stepping into her own and daring to confront the machine that had moulded their world. "Who are they?" With care in his voice, Gregor asked in a low murmur. "We need details if we're going to take action. Right now.Anita averted her gaze from both of them and looked up at the glistening skyline. In addition to her face, the mirror in the glass depicted the woman she had grown into, one who had withstood manipulation, treachery, and a web of power struggles that would have destroyed anybody else. She whirled aro
The air was packed with unspoken words as they locked the doors of Nathan's private office. The slight bustle of the metropolis beyond the glass walls felt distant, replaced by an oppressive silence that hung between them. Nathan stood at the far end of the room, his back to her, hands clasped behind his neck, gazing out into the darkness. His figure was black against the lighted skyline, with the weight of leadership—and everything they had worked for—weighing heavily on him.Anita took a deep breath, feeling the chilly air on her skin as she stepped into the chamber, her shoes' heels clicking quietly on the polished marble floors. Despite the opulence of the setting and the vista, everything about this moment felt off. The tension between them was real, like an invisible thread about to snap. She had never seen him this remote, closed-off.She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died on her lips as Nathan turned around, his face determined. His gaze met hers, his face op
With the large estate in front of them softly lit by the moonlight, Nathan and Anita stood at the mansion's threshold during a tense night. Their brains were racing from the weight of what had just happened at the family meeting, and the air was heavy with unsaid words. After Nathan's audacious statement, the family-filled room had quieted down, but the situation was far from done. Now, as the night drew on, the uncertainty of what was ahead hung heavy."Do you think they’ll accept it?" Anita asked in a low voice that could hardly be heard above the gentle sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. She wasn't discussing the family. She wanted to know about the future Nathan had planned for them. the notion of restoring the family, dismantling Eleanor's poisonous authority, and forging something more resilient out of the ruins. It seemed like a huge undertaking that would call for more than simply assurances and words.As Nathan gazed off into the distance, his eyes darkened and h
After Eleanor left, the air had a strange feel to it, full with an almost tangible energy that Anita found difficult to comprehend. The family's long-standing barriers to control had crumbled, and the balance of power was changing in the silence that followed her departure. Everyone was trapped in the aftermath of what had just happened, and nobody appeared to move right away.For a few while, Anita remained motionless, her fingers still clasped together with Nathan's. Though it wasn't as strong as it once was, she could still feel the heat of his touch. She felt more confident since he now had a strength and a resolve that she had not seen before. She came to the realisation that this win was only the beginning, though, when the dust settled. There was still so much to discover. Nathan responded, "She’s gone," in a cool but slightly ferocious tone. "But that doesn’t mean this is over."Slowly, Anita nodded, her mind racing. There was still so much to accomplish, more to reve