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On the other side of the city, chaos was still brewing. Inside the towering Vanderbilt Corporation, Raymond’s voice thundered through the halls.He slammed his palm against the conference table, eyes wild, face flushed with fury. His executives... men and women who once cowered at his sharp commands... looked at him now with a mix of disdain and disrespect. “What the hell is going on?!” Raymond barked, his voice cracking with raw frustration. “Why is the problem still not solved? Do I pay you to fuck around or what?!”No one dared to answer immediately. The silence was suffocating. They've tried to calm the media over the past few weeks, and things are looking much better for the company. But it seemed they weren't doing enough. Because things continue to get messy for them.Finally, one brave manager cleared his throat.“S-sir, the news cycle hasn’t stopped. Every outlet is still running the story about the faulty digital screen on Fifth Avenue. They’re calling it negligence,
The Vanderbilt estate had been tranquil that morning. Well, everyone tried to pretend everything was okay. Raymond had just begun to patch together the fragments of his shattered empire, scrambling to project control again after weeks of chaos.But before he could breathe, another storm hit.This time, it wasn’t him... it was Rachael.The entertainment world woke up to an explosion. Headlines screamed across every platform:“Scandal in the Industry: Actress Rachael Brown, Also Known As The Vixen, Caught in Hotel Tryst with Mystery Older Man!”#RachaelExposed.#VanderbiltScandal.#SleepingYourWayToTheTop.Thousands of posts spread like wildfire. Screenshots. Blurred yet unmistakable photos of Rachael in a dimly lit hotel room, tangled in sheets, her bare skin exposed beside a man at least twice her age.The angle was grainy, but the implication was crystal clear.And with the internet being merciless, the captions wrote themselves:> “So THIS is how she got her roles.”“Sleeping her
Rachael hurried down the corridor as she left Raymond’s office, her pulse racing in her throat. Tonight, there had been something unhinged in his eyes, something that told her if she stayed too close, she would get burned with him.She slipped into the elevator, her reflection staring back at her from the mirrored walls. For years, she had told herself that standing by Raymond was worth it... the money, the power, and the prestige attached to his name. But as she studied the tension in her face with so fear, she realized something she had never dared admit.If Raymond went down, she would go down with him.And she wasn’t ready to be collateral damage.When the doors opened on the lobby floor, Rachael was greeted by chaos.Reporters clustered near the entrance, shouting questions to anyone who looked remotely connected to the company. Cameras flashed like lightning, and several employees ducked their heads as they hurried past, afraid of being recognized.“Rachael!” one of the jo
Raymond slammed the phone onto his desk so hard that the screen cracked. The sharp sound echoed through his office, but he didn’t care. His chest rose and fell violently, every breath scraping his throat like fire. “She thinks she can talk to me like that?” he muttered under his breath, pacing across the wide room like a caged animal. “She thinks she can throw me away and then watch me fall?” The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him reflected his image back at him. He barely recognized the man staring back. "Raymond, calm down..." Rachael tried to speak after a while. “Not now!” Raymond barked. He whipped around, his eyes bloodshot. He looked nothing like the powerful CEO he once was. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Rachael!” he spat. “Do you realize what’s happening? The board is threatening to pull out, investors are withdrawing, and every damn headline in the city is dragging my name through the mud! And now...” his voice broke into a bitter laugh, “...now Cassie thi
The words slipped out sharper than she intended, but they were true. “No, Raymond. The only one who should regret anything is you. You took my family’s legacy, you humiliated me, and you tried to crush me. And now you’re finally facing the consequences. You will regret it after I burn you down completely!” Raymond’s teeth ground together over the phone. “Don’t talk to me like that. Like I fucking said, do you think Nikolai will protect you forever? He’ll tire of you one day, and when he does... you’ll come crawling back to me. You always will.” Cassie’s hand shook as she gripped the phone, bile rising in her throat. “I would rather burn in hell than crawl back to you.” The call ended abruptly. Cassie stared at the phone, her hands trembling. The room felt colder, the earlier peace shattered. Nikolai, sensing her mood as he always did, went to Emily on the sofa. He crouched in front of his daughter and brushed her dark hair from her eyes. "Sweetheart," he murmured, "why do
♤♤♤♤ EARLIER ♤♤♤♤ The sun was beginning to dip over the skyline when Cassie finally sank into the plush sofa of the penthouse. She tucked her legs beneath her, a soft throw blanket draped across her lap, and she let herself relax for the first time all day. She was exhausted from work. Emily giggled on the carpet, building towers of colorful blocks with all the concentration of a little engineer. She had Nikolai's serious expression, her brows furrowed as she carefully stacked the pieces higher and higher. "Look, Mommy!" Emily clapped her hands when the tower didn't topple. Cassie's heart swelled. "That's amazing, sweetheart." She leaned down, kissed the crown of her daughter's head, and smoothed the silky strands of her hair. From the kitchen, the clatter of pans and the savory aroma of roasted meat filled the air. Cassie smiled to herself. She didn't need to look to know Nikolai was at it again-her husband had an uncanny ability to throw himself into cooking whenever he