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
Like a razor, Nathan's presence sliced through the confusion. Every head turned when his words boomed forth. His eyes blazed with a rage Anita had never witnessed before, despite the fact that his suit was ripped, saturated in rain, and blood-stained. It was the expression of a man who was prepared to destroy the entire world for her. With his rifle levelled directly at Patricia's head, he reiterated, "Avoid my wife." Patricia remained unflinching. Rather, she grinned. She folded her arms and added, "Nathan, you were always dramatic." However, it's too late. The game has already started. Nathan didn't flinch. "I swear to God, if you get even an inch closer to her—" "She is my daughter," Patricia angrily declared. "Not yours." Anita's heart fell.Her suspicion that her mother wasn't who she seemed had been around for a while, but this? This was awful. Even though her knees were shaking, Anita stepped between Nathan and Patricia and remarked icily, "I'm not yours." "It
Time was running out. With the storm outside roaring like war drums, Nathan stood in front of the glowing screens in the guarded control room of Grant Enterprises' exclusive headquarters. There was a countdown to something much worse than death with each passing second. Talia. His group. His empire. Anita as well. His fists clenched as he remembered her face from earlier, battered and smeared with tears. This was personal to the architect. They would now understand what it meant to jeopardise everything he held dear. Anita lingered silently across the room, gazing at the hostage film that had been halted. All of it weighed on her as if gravity had tripled. With a hollow voice, she finally whispered, "They're coming for us." "And nobody is leaving clean." Something delicate flickered behind Nathan's stony gaze as he turned to face her. "We'll. I swear to you, Anita. Nobody else has the right to harm you. She laughed, a weary laugh with a hint of bitterness. "I was born into a war, so
It felt like the world stopped. As Harry stood in front of them, his smile far too familiar and wide, Anita's pulse pounded in her chest. There was a dreadful feeling of déjà vu, like if the ghosts of her past had come back to haunt her, even though the gun was aimed directly at her heart.Nathan stepped between them, his weapon still raised but his full focus on the man who had once been family. "Harry," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "What the hell are you doing here?" A mocking smile twisted Harry's lips, and his eyes briefly shifted to Nathan before returning to Anita. Do you miss me? His tone was a smooth mix of humour and menace, and his words were almost too gentle. Did you truly believe that you could escape from this situation, Anita? You ought to have been more aware of it.The breath caught in Anita's throat. How many times had she fantasised of this, of standing up to Harry, of facing the guy who had so completely deceived her? Nevertheless, it didn't fe
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