FAZER LOGINNina’s POVMy pulse stopped completely.Ethan’s finger was pointing directly at me, his hazel eyes wide with pure, unadulterated shock. The cheerful, playful smirk he had walked in with was completely gone, replaced by a look of wild realization."Nina?!" Ethan gasped again, his voice ringing through the dead-quiet room like a gunshot. "Are you... isn't she..."Victoria’s sharp eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. She set her bone-china teacup down on the saucer with a loud, metallic CLINK. "Ethan? What on earth are you talking about?"Damien leaned forward on the sofa, his icy blue eyes darting suspiciously between Ethan and me. "Do you know our intern, Ethan?"Before Ethan could utter another word that would blow my whole life to pieces, Roman stepped into the center of the room. His tall, broad frame physically blocked Ethan’s line of sight to my desk."Ethan is referring to the communications department briefing files," Roman said, his deep, commanding voice slicing through the thi
Nina’s POVMy blood didn't just run cold—it froze solid in my veins.A pixel-reconstruction algorithm. Unblurring the woman's face frame-by-frame by nine o'clock tomorrow morning.The words echoed inside my head like loud, metallic gunshots. I leaned against the marble pillar, my lungs fighting for air as the two board members stepped into the elevator and the silver doors slid shut.Victoria wasn't relying on public relations damage control anymore. She was spending a hundred thousand dollars to unmask Roman’s secret mistress herself. By tomorrow morning at nine, my unblurred face would be sitting on her desk in crystal-clear high definition.My phone trembled violently in my palm as I typed a message to Roman: Sub-basement archive room. NOW. Victoria knows how to unblur the video.Three minutes later, I pushed open the heavy steel door of the lowest archive level.The sub-basement was dark, quiet, and smelled of old paper and cold concrete. Roman was already standing between Row Fou
Nina’s POVMy hands trembled violently as I stared down at the two printed photographs resting on the polished mahogany table.The navy off-the-shoulder dress. The soft, dark waves falling over my shoulders. The exact cut of the neckline. It was impossible to deny. The picture Amelia took of me at the charity gala four months ago matched the leaked news screenshot down to the very last thread.Amelia looked up at me, her green eyes brimming with tears, her lower lip trembling."Nillie... please," Amelia sobbed softly, clutching her designer handbag against her stomach. "Tell me that isn't you with Roman. Please tell me you wouldn't do this to our family."The guilt inside my chest twisted so hard I couldn't draw a breath of air. I looked at my sister—the girl who had protected me her whole life, the sister who loved me unconditionally—and I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't break her heart by telling her I had been sleeping with her husband's younger brother for months.I
Nina’s POVMy knees felt like water.On the giant news screen in the center of the lobby, the loop played for the fifth time. The blurred pixel box covered my face, but I knew every inch of that navy dress. I knew the exact angle of Roman's jaw as he leaned down to kiss me against the passenger door of his sports car.Around me, thirty Blake HQ employees were whispering frantically."Whoever she is, she just ruined the Harrington deal," a senior accountant muttered, taking a sip of his coffee."Are you kidding?" a PR analyst countered. "Juliana said yesterday they were just friends! Maybe Roman was already seeing this girl during the whole engagement!"I swallowed down a lump of ice in my throat, clutching my hot coffee cup so tight my knuckles turned white. I needed to move. I needed to walk away before someone looked at my dark hair, looked at the screen, and started connecting the dots.STEP. STEP.The glass double doors of the main entrance slid open.Roman walked into the lobby,
Nina’s POVThe twenty-four-hour threat from that anonymous text didn't shatter us—it united us.When I showed Roman the message in his sports car late that night, his face went colder than ice. Within two hours, his private security team traced the burner server straight back to one of Damien’s low-level IT shell companies. Damien had bluffed, trying to scare me out of New York before the Apex Tech deal finalized.Once Roman made it clear to Damien’s shadow attorney that exposing the footage would trigger an immediate federal wiretapping charge and lock Damien out of the heir contest forever, the threat dissolved into silence.And then, the real game began.For the next four months, Roman and I lived a double life.By day, I was the ultra-efficient senior intern in the communications department, quietly managing press files and taking orders from Victoria. Roman was the brilliant, distant executive head of Apex Tech, walking past my cubicle with a stone-cold expression that fooled eve
Nina’s POVThe heavy oak door of the VIP suite clicked shut behind me, instantly cutting off the sharp, tense voices inside.I leaned my back against the cool marble wall of the quiet hallway, taking a long, shaking breath. My palms were still tingling from the force of the slap I’d given Vance Sterling, and my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.I couldn't believe Victoria had actually taken my side. The terrifying matriarch of the Blake empire had just shut down a billionaire heir to defend my dignity.Smoothing down the front of my navy dress, I pushed off the wall and started walking down the empty corridor toward the executive powder room. The muffled hum of the ballroom orchestra echoed in the distance, but up here on the VIP floor, the hallway was deserted.I pushed open the door to the executive restroom foyer—a luxurious room with soft amber lighting, velvet armchairs, and a massive gilded mirror resting over a marble vanity counter.I stepped over to the







