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
Long after the dinner was over, the stress of the evening persisted. As she left the Walker estate with Nathan at her side, Anita could feel the looks, the silent condemnation, and the mounting animosity from Harry and Stacy. She didn't care, though. No more. As they entered the vehicle, Nathan's hand was securely placed on her lower back. Tonight, his touch felt different—more... protective, not out of duty. As he turned on the engine, Anita glanced at him. His eyes were dark and impenetrable, and his jaw was clinched. The silence was broken by her softly saying, "You didn't have to defend me." With his eyes still on the road, Nathan answered, "I wasn't defending you." "I was defending what was rightfully mine." A beat skipped across her heart.She shouldn't have been impacted by his icy and possessive remarks. However, they did. Anita couldn't get rid of the impression that something sinister was hiding beneath the surface as the city lights flickered by. Eleanor's con
As the night wore on, Anita felt her heart pounding in her chest. Like a terrible echo, the video—the disclosure of her darkest moment—repeated in her head. Her breath was shallow, and her hands shook. Now everything was out there. The moment she had concealed from Nathan, the world, and herself was now visible to everyone. However, Nathan's voice cut through her mental haze. With his hand firmly clutching hers, he added, "I won't let this destroy you." His features were marked with a promise, and his eyes were ferocious. He wasn't staring at her as though she were brittle or damaged. He was staring at her as if she were worth battling for. She was frightened by that.Anita murmured quietly, her voice struggling with the vulnerability she couldn't quite control, "I don't need your protection." "You don't have all the facts about me." Although Nathan's visage briefly softened, his resolve remained unwavering. "Anita, you don't have to tell me everything. However, I won't
As Anita gazed at the man who had just entered the room, her heart fell to her stomach. Her father—the guy whose absence had left a hole in her heart that she would never be able to fill, the man she had never wanted to see again. And now he was there, a spectre of her past, poised to destroy everything she had put so much effort into restoring. Anita stumbled, her voice tense with shock, "Nathan, this... this is my father." The tension in the room increased as her words lingered like poison. Nathan's jaw tightened as though he were engaged in his own conflict as his gaze shifted between Anita and the man standing in the doorway.Her father's lips twisted into a deep, menacing smile as his icy, calculating gaze fell on Anita. You're the one who believes he can keep her safe, then. How charming. Nathan narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. "You've made a mistake if you're here to cause trouble; I don't even know who the hell you are." Beneath Nathan's composed demeanour, Ani
The man in the suit was standing there, waiting for Nathan to respond, and the room was tense and silent. As Nathan kept staring at the envelope, his knuckles whitened as he held it in his fist, Anita broke out in cold perspiration on her back. The moment's weight was suffocating her, bearing down on her chest. What could be so significant? What might be in that package to make all the difference in the world? At last, Nathan raised his head, his eyes as hard as a rock. "What's this?" A small smirk came to the man in the suit, his face unreadable and icy. "Mr. Grant, that's a piece of the puzzle that's going to blow your world apart."Anita felt her heart race. What puzzle? Despite her attempts to maintain composure, she shook her voice and shouted, "What are you talking about?" However, the man took a while to respond. All he did was move closer, his presence more commanding than before. "Your background is not as hidden as you believe, Miss Bennett. You may still see t
As he stood and watched them fall apart, the man's arrogant face persisted. The power he had over them was intoxicating, as if he liked watching them in distress. As the truth of the situation started to sink in, Anita's breath came in short spurts. The film. Her dad. She could no longer control her history. It was waiting to catch on like wildfire out there.Although Nathan remained silent, his eyes were fixed on her. His grip remained firm and strong, like an anchor in the rapidly escalating maelstrom surrounding them. Anita briefly thought that more was about to happen until the man in the suit made a tiny move. However, the man's gaze shifted in the direction of the door. His voice was colder than ever when he said, "I've said what I came to say." "Now, Mr. Grant, the ball is in your court. You should also be ready for the worst, Miss Bennett.Then, with his footsteps reverberating throughout the room, he turned and headed for the door, leaving only the oppressive quie
Since the phone conversation with her father, Anita and Nathan's tension had increased to an almost intolerable degree. She could always see the worry, the fury, and the pledge to keep her safe in his eyes. However, there was more, something more profound—a desire that, up until now, neither of them had dared to face. It threatened to erupt as it simmered just below the surface.With her hands shaking, Anita perched on the edge of the bed and gazed at the phone resting in her lap. The world seemed to weigh more than before. Her darkest moments were revealed, and her background was visible to everyone. But right now, Nathan—the man who had supported her and vowed to defend her when no one else would—seemed to be the only thing that mattered.Since they got back to the estate, Nathan had been more reserved than normal, obviously focused on the impending confrontation. She sensed the same conflict she was experiencing in him. the urge to protect her and make everything right. In
As Anita hastily drew the covers up to her chest, her mind racing, her heart thudded in her chest. With his back to her, Nathan was facing Eleanor with stiff broad shoulders and a clenched mouth. She sensed the room's air changing, getting colder every second. As though she had every right to invade their personal space, Eleanor stood in the doorway with a rigid, regal stance. With a biting grin on the corner of her lips, her piercing gaze shifted from Nathan to Anita. Eleanor continued, her voice brimming with contempt, "I think we need to talk."Still clearly disturbed after their passionate time only seconds before, Nathan remained silent. He moved forward instead, obstructing Eleanor's view of Anita. The aura of authority that typically emanated from him was more prominent than ever, and his body was stiff with rage. With a quiet, cautionary voice, Nathan remarked, "Now is not the time, Eleanor." Beneath his composed demeanour, Anita could see the boiling anger. She was
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