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Fifty six

Author: Ranya Vale
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-27 00:16:14

It started on a Monday morning, the kind of grey sky morning that makes the world feel like it’s holding its breath. I had barely taken two sips of coffee when Claudia called me, her voice already clipped at the edges.

“There are people from the Internal Board at the Trieste store. Suits. Not buyers.”

I stood by the window, staring at the mist crawling over the rooftops like it knew what was coming. I didn’t speak. I didn’t have to.

“They’re calling it a ‘routine multi-site audit.’ But it’s not routine, Juliana. We’ve never had this kind of thing. Not without a heads-up. Not this aggressive.”

By noon, they had reached the Milan location. Then Naples. Paris followed before the sun set. Our internal records were pulled, our staff questioned. Receipts. Payroll ledgers. Shipment reports. Even the patterns from last season’s archive were suddenly under review, like someone was hoping to catch us in a loop of copyright or a clerical inconsistency buried deep in the folds.

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  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge    Fifty seven

    I could tell the day would be trouble from the moment I opened the office door. There was a weight in the air, not loud or urgent, but thick and quiet, like something had been waiting patiently for us to notice.Julian was already inside, his sleeves rolled past his elbows, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and the morning light pooling across the table he had covered in contracts and spreadsheets. He didn’t look up when I walked in. His brow was tense, and his lips were pressed in a flat line. That silence he kept when he was trying not to worry me had become familiar, and this time I didn’t pretend not to notice.“What is it?” I asked, setting my phone down on the desk and easing out of my coat.His fingers tapped the edge of a stapled packet. “Claudia found something. It was buried deep in the earliest files, back from your first round of funding. The original agreement with one of Alessia’s shell investors.”I moved closer. My stomach was already twisting.“What kind of c

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge    Fifty six

    It started on a Monday morning, the kind of grey sky morning that makes the world feel like it’s holding its breath. I had barely taken two sips of coffee when Claudia called me, her voice already clipped at the edges.“There are people from the Internal Board at the Trieste store. Suits. Not buyers.”I stood by the window, staring at the mist crawling over the rooftops like it knew what was coming. I didn’t speak. I didn’t have to.“They’re calling it a ‘routine multi-site audit.’ But it’s not routine, Juliana. We’ve never had this kind of thing. Not without a heads-up. Not this aggressive.”By noon, they had reached the Milan location. Then Naples. Paris followed before the sun set. Our internal records were pulled, our staff questioned. Receipts. Payroll ledgers. Shipment reports. Even the patterns from last season’s archive were suddenly under review, like someone was hoping to catch us in a loop of copyright or a clerical inconsistency buried deep in the folds.It wasn’t just dis

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge    Fifty five

    The morning after the leaks settled into silence. Not the kind that feels peaceful, but the kind that stretches across a room when there is too much left unspoken. Julian woke before I did, quietly sliding out of bed with a softness that made me pretend I was still asleep. I heard him pad across the floor, the subtle rustle of fabric as he dressed, the click of the door as he stepped out into the kitchen. For a long time, I stayed there, curled beneath the sheets that still held the warmth of his body, staring at the ceiling like it might offer me a reason for why everything still felt so exposed.The messages from the whistleblower had stopped after our conversation. No new threats, no new tips, just that one strange act of conscience that tipped the scale. It should have made me feel more secure, but instead it unsettled me. Betrayal without resolution clings to the skin like smoke. I could feel it in every breath.There was no time to linger. Today was the soft launch. Not the gran

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge    Fifty four

    The email came at 9:14 in the morning. I had barely touched the tea Elise had left by my office window when I saw it appear, plain and unassuming, tucked between routine shipping updates and boutique appointment requests. The subject line was spare, impersonal. “Concerning a breach of trust.” I almost ignored it.But something in the phrasing made me pause. Not urgent, not dramatic, not embellished. Just quiet certainty.I opened it.There was no greeting. No name. Only a few lines, typed plainly.Someone on Alessia’s board has been forwarding sensitive documents to third-party stakeholders to undercut your expansion model. They’ve done this twice in the last three months. I can prove it. I am not your enemy.I stared at the screen, my pulse beginning to rise, not in panic but with the calm, sharpened heat of calculation. A name followed at the bottom, a junior partner I remembered vaguely from old boardroom minutes. Not one of Alessia’s inner circle, but someone close enough to have

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge    Fifty three

    I did not sleep much that night.Even with Julian beside me, even with the quiet weight of his hand draped loosely over my hip, the stillness of the room felt too fragile to trust. My body stayed curled against him, but my mind paced. I watched the dark ceiling fade into gray, and the gray give way to that faint blue light that only ever shows up just before morning.He shifted once, half-awake, murmuring something I could not make out. I didn’t respond, but my hand found his. I held it for a while, pressing my thumb softly to his knuckles, grounding myself in that simple contact. He settled back into sleep almost immediately. I envied him for it.By the time the city began to hum beneath our windows, I was already up, already moving. I showered quietly, tying my hair back with the thin silk ribbon I kept in the top drawer. My hands shook when I reached for my earrings, not out of fear, but something else. Something like resolve. My body knew what today wo

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge    Fifty two

    I woke to the soft weight of Julian’s hand draped loosely over my waist. The room was still dim, with only the early morning light sneaking in through the linen curtains, but I didn’t move. My breath stayed even, quiet, as I let myself feel the hush that existed between us before the world stirred. His palm was warm. Familiar. Grounding in a way I hadn’t known I would ever come to need.We hadn’t spoken about it the first night I stayed. There had been no discussion. No drawn lines. No defined shift. Only the gravity of the day that had come before, the unraveling that happened quietly once the door had shut behind us. And since then, it had become natural. Undramatic. He never crossed into my space unless I invited him. He never assumed. But I had stopped pulling away.There was a peace to the mornings that didn’t exist anywhere else. No calls. No urgent alerts from Claudia. No half-breathed panic from Simone. Just the warmth of a body I trusted beside me, and the

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