Masuk**Leylie’s POV**I didn't give Finnian a chance to breathe before I pressed the button on the remote in my hand.The digital screen behind us flickered for a second, then came to life, as all the information I took from Finnian's laptop was displayed, including photos of cargo manifests and encrypted messages between Finnian and the leader of a border trafficking ring, which were showcased on the screen. The documents were clear, and they were something he could never deny in a million years because it all came back to him. They showed exactly how he had been using his company as a front to move people across the border for profit.The room went from a rowdy place to a chilling, suffocating silence. "This is one of the 'creative accounting' Finnian was so proud of," I said to the shocked crowd, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "He wasn't just hiding money from the government. He was selling people to fund his lifestyle."I shifted the slide. The next set of documen
**Leylie’s POV**I have never seen Finnian look as scared as he looked right now. Not once in all the years I spent as his wife. The blood had completely drained from his face, leaving him looking so pale I thought he would faint. His eyes were darting around the room like a trapped animal looking for a hole to crawl into.It gave me so much joy, so much satisfaction to see this day.Finnian quickly covered his microphone with his palm, leaning toward me until I could smell the stale scent of coffee on his breath. "What the hell are you doing, Ley?" he hissed, voice trembling. "What are you doing here? Get off this stage right now!"I didn't flinch. I didn't even pull away. I simply leaned into my own microphone, my voice steady and clear, ringing out over the sound system."I’m here for the whole world to know who Finnian Thorne really is," I said, looking directly into the lens of the nearest camera. "The real Finnian Thorne, not the victim he just tried to pretend to be."Finnian s
**Finnian’s POV**The ballroom of the Grand Plaza was packed full, the air filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the sound of a hundred different conversations. I stood behind the velvet curtains of the stage, adjusting my red tie in a small hand mirror. My nose still had a faint red bruise, but the makeup artist had done a brilliant job covering it up.Today was the day.I looked out through a crack in the curtains. Every major news outlet was there. Cameras were being balanced on shoulders, and reporters were checking their microphones. In the front row sat my mother, Jacqueline, looking like a queen, and beside her was Blair. She looked bored, tapping her manicured nails against her clutch, probably wondering why she had to be here for a ‘product launch.’She had no idea that by the time I walked off this stage, I would be a free man.I took a deep breath, smoothing down my suit jacket. If I destroyed Hayes Doyle today, my company would become the only choice for the upc
**Leylie’s POV**"Let me do it, Ley. Let me be the one to finish this up."Hayes’s voice was filled with a protective edge that I could feel even through the phone. I leaned back against my pillows, staring up at the ceiling of my darkened bedroom. I knew he was worried; he just wanted to shield me from the chaos that was about to unfold, but this was about me."Babe, I know you’re just trying to protect me," I said softly, my voice firm despite the exhaustion pulling at my limbs. "But this is my war. I started this to get my peace of mind back, and I need to be the one to complete it. I need to see it through to the very end."There was a long silence on the other end of the line. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he weighed his need to keep me safe against his respect for my strength. He knew how much Finnian had taken from me, and he knew that for me to truly move on, I had to be the one to strike the final blow."Alright," Hayes finally said, his voice dropping
**Leylie’s POV**I sat in the car Hayes had left outside my apartment incase I needed to be on the move, for a long time after leaving the restaurant, my hands still gripping the steering wheel. The silver flash drive sat on the passenger seat, catching the afternoon light.I couldn't stop thinking about the look on Matthew’s face. He looked pathetic. This was the same man who had cornered me months ago, his eyes full of malice, telling me that if I didn't sleep with him, he would go straight to Hayes and tell him I was a red. He had tried to use my past and my secrets to force me into his bed, all while pretending to be Hayes’s loyal best friend.But Hayes had found out, and the fallout between them had been explosive. Watching Hayes realize that his brother, his closest confidant, was a predator who had threatened the woman he loved... it had nearly broken him.Now Matthew wanted me to be his bridge to settle them.I grabbed the drive and finally started the car, driving straight to
**Leylie’s POV**I arrived at Ocean Star fifteen minutes past noon. I had never been here before; the restaurant was perched right on the edge of the water, its glass walls reflecting the harsh midday sun. I stood outside the doors, my fingers gripping the strap of my bag, contemplating whether to go inside or just turn around and go back home. I kept thinking about Hayes. I had promised him I wouldn’t do anything reckless. I had promised to stay safe, but here I was already breaking the promise. "Leylie."I heard my name from the front door and jumped slightly, turning my head to see Matthew standing by the door frame. He was staring at me with a quizzical look, probably wondering why I was standing there staring at the wall like a crazy person."Ain't you coming in?" he asked, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He didn't move away from the door, just watched me.I stared at him for what felt like five minutes, though it probably wasn't even sixty seconds, weighing my options,
**Leylie’s POV**The rain didn’t let up; each drop felt like a needle against my bare skin as I walked away from the only life I had known for four years. My bare feet slapped against the cold, rough pavement, each step sending sharp pain up my legs. I kept my arms wrapped around myself, trying to
**Leylie’s POV** The morning of Valentine’s Day broke soft and golden through the curtains, the kind of light that should have felt romantic and hopeful, like the start of something beautiful. Instead, it felt cruel, as if the world were mocking me with its promise of love. I hadn’t slept. My bod
**Leylie’s POV**I didn’t think. The second I saw her small body jerking in that tub, everything else, the mission, Finnian’s threats, the weight of Maya’s future hanging over me, simply vanished. It was as if someone had flipped a switch in my brain, and the only thing left was this terrified litt
**Leylie’s POV** My mind reeled, scrambling to find a less terrible meaning in his words. “So… you want me to talk to him? Convince him to sign something? To back off?” He let out a low chuckle that made my stomach twist. “I need you to sleep with him. I need you to take explicit photos and videos







