MasukTranscorp no longer looked like a battlefield.Two years earlier, it had been exactly that: boardroom ambushes, secret memos, manipulated votes, and calculated attempts to edge Sarah out of the company she had practically rebuilt with her own hands.Another motion had been raised to remove her as CEO, dressed up as “corporate restructuring.” It had almost worked.But that time, she didn’t walk into it unprepared.She fought back.With her legal team digging through years of documents, shell accounts, and questionable communications, the truth surfaced slowly but firmly. Even behind prison walls, Lord Benedict Augustine and his son Henry Augustine had continued pulling strings. They believed Transcorp belonged to their bloodline.They insisted that Sarah had manipulated the will of the late Mrs. Julia Augustine, the formidable founder and president of Transcorp and several other establishments, to steal what was theirs.What they didn’t count on was digital footprints.Encrypted emails
The guards stormed into the gym like a wave crashing against rock.Heavy boots pounded against the floor. Whistles pierced the air. Thick wooden batons were raised without hesitation.“Drop it! Drop it now!”One guard swung his baton between two fighting inmates, forcing them apart. Another grabbed Vanessa from behind and dragged her backward while she kicked and spat curses over her shoulder. Metal clanged as the last of the weights hit the floor.Rosa was seized by two guards at once. It took both of them to restrain her properly. Even with blood soaking the side of her singlet, she stood upright, breathing hard but controlled. One guard pressed a baton against her chest while the other twisted her arm behind her back.Across the room, Tiana was being pulled up from the ground by two other guards. Her hair was disheveled, lip bleeding, chest heaving. She struggled violently, trying to break free.“This isn’t over, bitch!” she screamed across the room, her voice echoing off the crack
The prison gym was already occupied when Tiana and her girls walked in.Rosa and the Red Devils had taken over the weight section. The clanking of metal plates echoed through the room as Rosa lifted like a machine; steady, focused, controlled.She wore a red singlet that clung to her muscular frame, revealing arms and shoulders built like a professional fighter. Sweat ran down her back in thin lines.From behind, nobody would easily tell she was a woman. Only when she spoke did her voice soften the illusion.Her girls were scattered around her; one doing push-ups, another adjusting plates, two more leaning casually against the wall, watching the door. They looked relaxed, but they were alert.The moment Tiana stepped into the gym, the temperature seemed to change.She didn’t hesitate. Her team followed closely behind her, moving with purpose.Vanessa, her second-in-command, pointed toward the Red Devils. “All of you, get the hell out.”The noise in the gym slowed.One of Rosa’s girls
“What did you say to him?” Sarah asked the moment they stepped out of the building, her voice low but urgent as she adjusted her handbag on her shoulder.Melissa blinked up at her with innocent eyes that were doing too much work. Daniel, walking just behind them, already knew that look. That was the same look she used when she broke a flower vase at home and blamed “wind from the window.”“I didn’t say anything bad,” Melissa replied quickly. Too quickly.Sarah stopped walking. “Melissa.”The little girl placed a hand dramatically on her chest. “Aunty Sarah, I only encouraged him.”Daniel coughed to hide a laugh.Sarah folded her arms. “Encouraged him how?”Melissa’s brain began to run faster than her mouth could follow. “I told him… that… that life is short. And that he should value what he has before it disappears.”Daniel raised a brow. “That’s what you told him?”“Yes!” she nodded eagerly. “Exactly that.”Sarah narrowed her eyes slightly. “You didn’t tell him that if he keeps behav
Midway toward Andrea's table, Sarah halted abruptly.It wasn't deliberate at first. Her feet simply refused to carry her any farther, as if her body knew something her mind was still desperately processing.She turned slightly, her gaze drifting back to where Daniel and Melissa stood frozen beside the table they had just left behind moments ago.The shock on their faces spoke louder than any words could have. Daniel's brows were drawn together in alarm, his body half-leaning forward as though ready to run after her at any moment. Melissa's lips were parted, eyes wide, caught between fear and confusion.For one brief moment, it looked as if Sarah might change her mind. As if she might turn back, return to her seat, gather her dignity quietly and pretend she had never seen anything at all.Daniel's voice trembled. "Mum…"The word reached her, soft and pleading.Sarah's fingers curled into her palms tightly. She inhaled sharply, straightened her shoulders with deliberate resolve, and tur
Daniel noticed it immediately; the pause that came too long, the way his mum’s fingers tightened slightly around her cutlery before she relaxed them again. Sarah had always been composed in moments that unsettled others, but this was different.This wasn’t a boardroom or a courtroom. This was a table with two children watching her, waiting for something only honesty could give.She cleared her throat softly.“Yes, child,” Sarah said at last, nodding once, as if the movement itself helped steady her. “I forgive your parents.”Melissa stared at her, eyes searching, sharp in a way that didn’t belong to an eight-year-old. She didn’t smile. She didn’t relax. Instead, her brows drew together slowly.“Then why,” she asked quietly, “did you still press the case?”The words were calm, but they landed hard.“If you forgave them, why did you still do something that made them taken away from me?”The restaurant noise faded for Sarah. The clink of plates, the low hum of conversations, even the sof







