The weight of everything they had been through crashed down on them, and Nathan's hold on Anita's hand grew tighter. They were besieged and had nowhere to flee once the Architect executed his last move. However, Nathan had never been a guy to submit to fate. He outwitted adversaries who attempted to destroy him, created his empire out of nothing, and would now do the same to the anonymous menace that had plagued them for months. Anita clung to him, her other hand shaking against the material of his shirt, her breath irregular and her pulse wild. "Nathan," she muttered, her voice full of passion. But what if this isn't the end? What if—She was forced to look into his eyes as he cupped her face. "When I say it's over, it is." There was something deeper in his gaze, something raw and unbreakable, but his tone was steel. They were both on high alert when they heard a loud crash from the corridor. Just as the door exploded open, Nathan turned and positioned Anita behind him. W
The gunshot was followed by a deafening quiet. As Anita's eyes flitted to Nathan, looking for any indication of harm, her breath caught in her throat. His posture was tight, his face unreadable—but the moment was broken by a sudden intake of breath. Gregor stumbled against the wall, clutching his side. Dark, merciless blood soaked between his fingertips. "Dad!" Nathan was quicker than Sophia, who shouted and rushed forward. He lowered Gregor to the ground, catching him before he fell. Anita clambered up to his side and covered the cut with her hands. The blood spread too quickly and was warm—too warm. Anita begged, her voice full of dread, "Stay with me." Nathan jerked his head in the direction of his security detail. Track down the shooter! Right now!His guys fumbled, spreading out, their voices crackling through earpieces. However, Anita felt deep down that this was more than just an attack. It was a message. With a moan, Gregor tightened his hold on Nathan's wrist.
Nathan's penthouse was oppressively quiet. He could still see the taunting, challenging message from The Architect. Watching Nathan pace the room, Anita perched on the side of the bed with her fingers intertwined. His muscles tensed with controlled tension, and his jaw was clenched. Since security had verified that the signal originated inside the premises, he had hardly talked. Their walls had been penetrated. The hush was broken when Anita eventually replied, "I don't understand." How were they able to bypass security? Who is capable of this? Nathan paused his pacing and faced her. His gloomy eyes were impenetrable, but beneath his annoyance was something more that made Anita's stomach knot.“They didn’t just get past security, Anita,” he replied, his voice softer, more controlled. “They were already inside.” Her breath caught. "You believe—" He interrupted, saying, "I think this isn't just about my business anymore." "This is a personal matter." She felt a chill go
As Nathan's heart pounded in his ears, his hold on the phone became more firm. The image was new: Anita stood close to their penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing into the city lights. However, she wasn't by alone. In the backdrop, a shadow was just barely discernible in the glass's reflection. There had been a visitor. With deadly composure, Nathan ordered, "Pack a bag." Anita's breath caught. “What?” Nathan's dark, unfathomable eyes turned to her. "We're heading out." Now. Anita was hesitant. “But—” Gregor interrupted, his voice urgent. He's correct, Anita. You're not safe here if they manage to get inside. She felt a knot in her stomach. Her skin crawled at the idea that someone had been watching her, that she had been unaware.She nodded and quickly grabbed a tiny luggage from the closet. Nathan trailed behind, opening a drawer and taking out a loaded firearm. It was a harsh reminder that this was more than just a game, and the sight of it chilled her. I
As Nathan's heart pounded in his ears, his hold on the phone became more firm. The image was new: Anita stood close to their penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing into the city lights. However, she wasn't by alone. In the backdrop, a shadow was just barely discernible in the glass's reflection. There had been a visitor. With deadly composure, Nathan ordered, "Pack a bag." Anita's breath caught. “What?” Nathan's dark, unfathomable eyes turned to her. "We're heading out." Now. Anita was hesitant. “But—” Gregor interrupted, his voice urgent. He's correct, Anita. You're not safe here if they manage to get inside. She felt a knot in her stomach. Her skin crawled at the idea that someone had been watching her, that she had been unaware.She nodded and quickly grabbed a tiny luggage from the closet. Nathan trailed behind, opening a drawer and taking out a loaded firearm. It was a harsh reminder that this was more than just a game, and the sight of it chilled her. I
Nathan's pulse pounded against his ribs as he gazed at the screen. Sophia. Hurt, battered, and completely scared. Beside him, Anita took a sharp gasp. "This must be a trick, isn't it?" Nathan remained silent. Already, the possibilities were running through his thoughts. Sophia wasn't blameless; she had plotted, cheated, and even attempted to destroy Anita's life. However, this? This was not like the others. There was more to the Architect's message than that. Nathan was forced to play the game they were establishing the rules for. The screen displayed another message. "Time is of the essence. Call or she will perish. Gregor exhaled deeply and slowly. "You're playing right into their hands if you interact with them." Nathan's hands tightened into fists. "If I don't, they'll kill her." Anita's face looked pallid and conflicted. He could feel the conflict brewing within her—Sophia had been her adversary, but she wasn't heartless. "You can't just let her die," Anita m
As it got closer to the warehouse, Nathan's black SUV hummed as it sliced through the shadowed streets like a ghost. He was so focused on strategy, calculations, and the constant throb of adrenaline in his veins that he hardly noticed the vehicle's motion. Gregor checked his rifle next to him, his face inscrutable. "We're striking hard?" Nathan tightened his hold on the steering wheel. "No. We're entering strategically. It was crucial for Sophia's survival. Gregor nodded slowly, realising the implied implication. Failure was not an option because they only had one chance at this. The architect believed they were in charge of the board. However, they had misjudged the individual.The trap is in place. Nathan turned off the headlights as they drew into an empty lot. The flickering lamps barely lit the rusting facade of the warehouse that towered over them. A shadow shifted close to the doorway. Armed. Protecting. Nathan tightened his jaw. "They anticipate us." Gregor
Unexpectedly, the storm had arrived. Rain battered the penthouse's glass windows and thunder splintered across the sky. In the living room, Anita stood by herself, surrounded by long, agitated shadows. Nathan promised to return shortly. Four hours have passed since then. She gripped her phone and gazed at the final message he sent: "Remain indoors." Secure everything. Whatever the situation, don't open the door. Since then, he had not responded. There was a problem. It was screaming in her gut. Nathan did not vanish. He didn't stop talking. Not after the abduction of Sophia. Not when there were rumours circulating in the media. Not with The Architect looming over them. The architect.With a shaky gasp, she moved towards the window. A nameless opponent was moving pieces she couldn't see somewhere, shattering families and empires from the inside out. They were now pursuing her. Trying to steady her hands, she poured a spray of water over the bar cart. But when she ra
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
NoAfter Gregor entered the room, the stillness felt oppressive. Eleanor, suddenly exposed, stood trembling, her poise broken. Years of manipulation, deception, and control had finally caught up with her, and she was at a loss for words.Anita froze, her heart pounding. For so long, she had dreamed of the day she would be able to reveal Eleanor for the monster she was. Now that it had arrived, however, the air felt oppressive and heavy, as though the entire planet was holding its breath in anticipation of the last blow.Eleanor's gaze shifted from Nathan to Anita and back to Gregor. Her eyes suddenly had a raw, frantic quality that had not been there before. The strong matriarch who had always had everyone enamoured with her was no longer her. For the first time, she felt defenceless as a woman standing in the ruins of her own empire. Eleanor remarked, her voice trembling but still tinged with indignation, "You're making a terrible mistake." "You believe that a few words can d
As Anita and Nathan were ready to face Eleanor, the sun was just beginning to peep over the horizon, creating lengthy shadows over the expansive estate. Once a representation of money and power, the home now felt like a prison—a chilly, inhospitable testament to all that had been done in the name of dishonesty and control. Anita gazed out over the great expanse of the estate as she stood by their bedroom's large windows, her hand against the cool glass. The weight of what was ahead weighed heavily on her. Eleanor was unaware of what was going to happen to her. Anita was prepared to finally put an end to all that had transpired, including the manipulation and falsehoods.Behind her, Nathan was a solid and comforting presence. As she gazed out at the world moulded by those who had long kept her in the dark, his gaze never left her. Though it was obvious he was standing his ground, he asked softly, "You’re sure about this?" in a worried tone. "This is going to be… brutal." With
Thick and oppressive, the words hung in the air like smoke. Anita gazed at Nathan, her thoughts rushing as though everything had stopped. Each beat of her heart was louder than the last, and it slammed in her chest with misery. She parted her lips, but nothing came out. She wasn't sure if the magnitude of what Nathan had just spoken could be processed by her body. Her voice was scarcely heard as she muttered, "Eleanor... is my mother?" With the weight of his words bearing down on him, Nathan's eyes locked with hers. With regret in his eyes, he nodded slowly. "Anita, I didn't want to tell you this. You deserve to know, but I didn't want you to bear that weight. Everything she did was done to keep you under control. to maintain your order. Anita retreated a step, her legs shaky, as though the earth had been torn from under her. However—how? Why was I not informed?Nathan's voice was thick with the realisation of the reality he had discovered during the last few days as he
As Anita and Gregor raced through the city, the silver SUV buzzing beneath them like a coiled beast ready to strike, the outside world was soaked in darkness. With every bump on the road, the cold metal of the flash drive dug into Anita's palm as her fingers gripped it. Though her thoughts were vivid, the city lights were blurry beyond the window. She had always thought of herself as only a pawn in someone else's game, but today she was taking the board. Like a guy who had nothing left to lose, Gregor drove. "First, we'll visit the media division of Walker Holdings," he stated. "Your grandfather used to keep digital backups on the servers there in a safe place. We can upload the file if it's still there. data to all major networks at once.”With a forceful voice, Anita nodded. "No more hiding. The world ought to witness his actions. What Eleanor continues to attempt to safeguard Gregor's jaw tightened as he added, "And Harry." I didn't realise how deadly he was. Eleanor's