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 atmosphere was heavy with oppressive silence. Nathan was standing a few feet away from Anita, his jaw clinched such that it might cut glass, and his fists clenched at his sides. Anita couldn't quite identify it, but there was something deeper in his gaze despite the worry. She could feel his eyes pressing down on her, but she was unable to look him in the eye. She couldn't pretend everything was fine while yet looking him in the eye. Eleanor's insinuations lingered in the void between her words, which hovered in the air like a poisonous fog.Nathan responded in a low, nearly growling voice, "You heard her." She is attempting to ruin us. attempting to cause you to mistrust us and me. Drying up, Anita swallowed hard. She pulled the blanket firmly over herself, her hands shaking. She had put a lot of effort into keeping her history secret and hidden in the back of her mind. Now, though, it seemed to be coming apart, as if the barriers she had built with such care were star
Nathan's grasp tightened on the phone as the tension in the air became unbearable. His hands were white, and the flurry of ideas racing through his head cast a shadow over his face. He was radiating a heat that Anita could feel, but it was not a comforting heat. This was not the heat that denoted a man at the edge, a man who was on the brink of something beyond his control."What is his desire?" Anita's words trembled as they left her lips, and her voice was hardly audible above a whisper. Nathan had never looked so... conflicted in her eyes. The billionaire she had married and who was meant to be in charge of everything suddenly appeared to be a guy gazing into a void. "I'm not sure," Nathan said in a tight voice that was brimming with frustration. However, I suspect it's more than a straightforward discussion. With him, things are never that easy.Anita's pulse pounded as she gulped hard. Everything was shadowed by the name Gregor Bennett, which hung in the air like a blac
As Harry entered the conference, anxiety began to rise in the room. For a moment, everything seemed to pause as his gaze fell on Nathan. Anita felt her heart pounding and the weight of the moment crushing down on her chest.Nathan's face changed, becoming cautious rather than icy, with a glimmer of doubt visible in his eyes. He tightened his hold on her hand as if to ground himself, as if something more delicate than his intentions had been jeopardised by Harry's unexpected entrance.The night's events flashed through Anita's memory, causing her heart to speed. Her secrets and past are all entangled in this man's web. He was now standing a few steps away, his presence hovering over everything like a shadow. “Well, well,” Harry remarked in a silky, sarcastic voice. "Nathan, it has been a long time."Slowly, Nathan got to his feet, his jaw clinched as he confronted his nephew, his business adversary, and the destruction of his family. "Harry, what do you want?" Nathan's voice w
As if the world itself were holding its breath, the room was eerily quiet. While Nathan's form dwindled farther into the hallway's shadows, Anita's heart pounded in her chest and her pulse pounded in her ears. He had just done something that she was unable to comprehend. The papers were signed by him. Her entire world collapsed as she stood in the aftermath of his decision to prioritise his empire before her.Something inside her gnawed at her, a cold, horrible realisation. For this, for Nathan, for their shaky relationship, for the hope of a life far from the mayhem, she had worked so hard. Now, though, everything appeared to be lost.A final insult had been Harry's arrogant smile, which showed his enjoyment as he watched the incident with a casual lean against the wall. However, his arrogance just made Anita's rage grow more intense and resentful."Harry, do you feel proud of yourself now?" With a wobbly but venomous voice, Anita spat. "Isn't this what you've always desired
Like a warning bell, the shattering sound reverberated throughout the enormous halls. As they hurried towards the disturbance, Nathan's hold on Anita's wrist became more firm. The tension coiling in Anita's gut like a snake poised to strike made her heart race.The sight below chilled her when they arrived at the grand staircase. Anita initially didn't recognise the man who was being restrained by security personnel, but Harry stood in the centre of the room with a sly grin. Then realisation struck her like a kick to the stomach. Once a faithful executive of Grant Enterprises, Ronald Carter was now yelling bloody murder."Nathan, you sold us out!" Ronald screamed as he fought the guards. There was betrayal and desperation in his voice. "You gave the wolves everything! Are you even aware of your actions? Anita sensed the strain in Nathan's hand, but his face was still unreadable. Despite his best efforts to remain calm, Ronald's remarks unsettled him. "What on earth are you
Anita tried to balance herself by holding onto the marble counter's edges, her knuckles white. She felt as though the night was suffocating her. She had seen the reluctance in Nathan's eyes before he took the action he felt was required, and she had witnessed him sign those documents. But for whom is it necessary? For his empire? For his own pride? Not for her, of course.There was a stinging type of betrayal that stung her tongue and made her chest hurt. For a split second, she had allowed herself to think Nathan might pick her. He would battle for them in spite of the contract, the power struggles, and the complex web of emotions. However, he hadn't. He had picked his companion. The idea raged like a flame inside her.He was standing stiffly beside the fireplace, his face in deep shade, when she turned to face him. He had one hand squeezing the bridge of his nose and his head down slightly. She didn't feel sorry for him, even though he appeared to be a man about to pass
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