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The Fall

作者: Ms. Chiamaka
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-23 19:05:24

The house felt colder without her. Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, hands gripping the edge of the mattress like it might hold him together. But nothing could stop the thoughts swirling in his mind. She was gone. Off to chase her dream and somehow he could not help but think he was part of the reason she went away. And he was here, stuck with his fears, regrets… and the image. That damn photo.

There it was, Julian’s hand around her waist, her surprised smile. The camera catching a moment that should’ve been innocent—but wasn’t. At least, not to Ethan. The more he stared at it, the more it twisted in his gut and his anger grew.

He paced the living room, phone clenched in his fist. “Maybe I’m reading too much into it,” he muttered. “Maybe it’s nothing.” He said, trying to convince himself.

But another voice inside him snapped back, ‘And maybe it’s everything.’

He stopped in front of the fireplace, breathing hard, his thoughts racing. She wouldn’t cheat. He knew th
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  • Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife   Till Someone Breaks

    Julian“I didn’t make them,” I replied, still maintaining my poise. The truth was I may have been a little afraid, but I’d been in enough situations like these and dealt with enough dangerous people to know the one rule that always applied in these situations. And that was, you could never let them call your bluff.So I flashed him a wry smile and said. “They inherited me.”He studied my face for a long while, recalibrating, then hevaed a deep sigh and asked. “What do you want?”The question always arrived eventually. Power conversations inevitably collapsed into it.“I want separation,” I said. “Clean, verifiable, and permanent.”He laughed softly at that. “There is no clean separation from offshore structures.”“Then I’ll settle for collapse,” I replied.That got his attention, and he adjusted in his seat, seeing that I wasn’t backing down. At that moment, I slid a tablet across the table towards him. He glanced at it for a moment and then hesitated before touching it, already awar

  • Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife   Too Young

    JulianBy the following week, the offshore group Evan had been most afraid of made their move. They initiated a buyout attempt on one of our peripheral holdings.It was bold, aggressive and frankly desperate if you asked me.Evan read the offer twice, each time the disbelief etched across his face grew. “They’re trying to corner us.”“No,” I said calmly, reassuring him. “They’re testing us.”“Then what do we do?” He asked with a puzzled look.I considered the question carefully. Every option had consequences, and so there was only one thing left to do. I turned to him slowly then with a smile on my face and said. “We reject it,” I said finally. “We reject it politely, and slowly.”“Slowly?” He asked with a raised brow.“Yes. Drag it out. Ask for reviews. Counteroffers. Due diligence. Make them bleed time.”He hesitated. “And if they push?”“They will,” I said. “And when they do, they’ll expose how much they need this.”That night, as Evan left to get some rest, I stayed behind, watch

  • Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife   Fractured Lives

    JulianThe first mistake happened quietly. No, it didn’t announce itself with panic or violence. It arrived as a delay, an uncharacteristic hesitation in a wire transfer that had always moved on schedule. Forty-eight hours passed. Then seventy-two. And then by the fourth day, three counterparties had begun asking questions they normally would never dare to ask. Evan noticed it before I did.“This account,” he said, tapping the screen with quiet contemplation, his voice low. “They’re stalling.”I leaned closer, scanning the ledger, and saw that he was right. The delay wasn’t random. It was defensive. Someone upstream had frozen movement, and from the looks of things, they were afraid to expose themselves. That kind of fear only surfaced when pressure was already working its way through the system.“They’re unsure who’s watching,” I said. “That’s good.”Evan exhaled with a mix of relief and disbelief. “So they know something’s wrong.”“They know something has changed,” I corrected him.

  • Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife   Phase Three

    JulianEvan’s gaze lifted to me. “Phase two?”I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t want him to react out of fear. Fear was dangerous. “We destabilize the control points further,” I said finally. “We redirect enough capital, create enough friction, that the predator network begins to devour itself.”He blinked slowly, the comprehension dawning. “So… we let them turn on each other.”“Yes.” And it was beautiful in a cold, detached way. Watching a system unravel from within, each piece snapping into the intended chaos, each predator forced to question the others. Efficiency became doubt. Greed became miscalculation and by the time the first shockwaves hit the surface, those at the top would already be scrambling, trying to salvage their control. And the more they scrambled, the easier it became to predict their next moves.I stood up then, walked to the balcony, and looked down again at the web of lights. Clint. Savannah. Melordy. I could feel the pulse of the city’s life intertwining wit

  • Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife   Phase Two

    Julian“We do,” I replied.“I’ve noticed disruptions.”“I’m sure you have.” I said. There was a pause on his end. Not surprise, just calculation. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that.”“No,” I said, truthfully. “But I know why you’re worried.”There was another pause. Longer this time. “Careful.” He said.“I am,” I said. “That’s the problem.”His exhale was controlled. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”“You taught me how,” I replied, and ended the call.Evan stared at me afterward, eyes wide open in shock. “You just…”“I know,” I said. “He’ll move now.”And he did.Within hours, emergency liquidity began appearing from entities we hadn’t mapped yet. New capital injections. Temporary stabilizers. It was impressive, but also revealing. Each move showed us another layer, another name, another corridor we hadn’t seen before.The handler adjusted the strategy without being asked. Entire channels went dark. By the tenth day, the offshore groups began feeding on each other.It

  • Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife   Quiet Hands

    JulianI learned early that real wars never announce themselves. Throughout the course of history, this has always been the case. They didn’t begin with shouting or slammed doors or dramatic ultimatums. They began quietly, sometimes in spreadsheets that stopped balancing, in calls that went unanswered, and in meetings where people smiled too much and said too little. At least, that was how this war started. My father had always preferred that kind of war. He said it was quiet, clean, and deniable.It was the last part that bothered me most because it meant that no matter who or how many casualties there were, it simply wouldn’t matter.Undoing him required the same discipline. I knew that now. And so that morning, Evan sat across from me at the dining table, his laptop open but untouched as his eyes were fixed somewhere past the screen. The apartment was too still. That kind of stillness only happened when something was already moving underneath it.“We can’t move money directly,” he

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