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Chapter 24: The Shift
The morning air was heavy with the scent of impending change.
Isla stood at the edge of the penthouse balcony, the city stretched out before her like a kingdom waiting to be claimed. Her fingers tightened around the railing, knuckles white, jaw clenched. Her silk robe danced in the breeze, but her heart—her heart was still.
Last night had changed everything.
Christopher’s confession wasn’t just a crack in her world; it was a rupture. The trust she’d poured into him had been tainted with old shadows. But beneath her fury and pain, something else had emerged—clarity.
She wasn’t running anymore.
She wouldn’t be a pawn again.
She would become the player.
Footsteps behind her broke the silence.
“You didn’t come to bed,” Christopher’s voice was rough, restrained. He sounded tired. No—hollow.
“I needed to think,” she said, not turning.
“You’ve decided?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes. We end this.”
He stepped beside her, his presence warm and magnetic, but she didn’t look at him.
“We bring Victor down. We expose everything.”
Christopher’s jaw twitched. “That means going to war.”
“I’ve been in a war since the day I buried my father.” Her eyes burned. “I just didn’t know it yet.”
Christopher turned toward her, eyes searching. “If we do this—there’s no going back. Victor doesn’t lose gracefully.”
“I don’t want grace,” Isla said coldly. “I want him to suffer.”
Christopher looked at her like he was seeing a ghost—like the woman before him had been resurrected from ashes.
“And you’ll help me?” she asked.
His voice was gravel. “To the end.”
---By noon, the first move had been made.
A file. Buried in Christopher’s encrypted drive. Marked only with her name.
Inside—Victor’s shell companies. Money trails. Offshore accounts. Transactions tied to names Isla hadn’t seen in years—but now realized had always surrounded her.
Her father’s old friend, Marcus Ete. The lawyer who’d mysteriously disappeared before her trial. Even the judge—subtle payouts over a ten-year period.
It wasn’t just a scandal.
It was a noose.
Tied tight and dipped in gasoline.
“We leak this, Victor’s finished,” Christopher said, standing beside the screen.
“But we won’t leak it,” Isla replied.
His brow furrowed. “What?”
“We won’t leak it… yet.” She paced, barefoot across the cold marble floor, her mind calculating with frightening precision. “We use it to bait him. Pull him out. Make him desperate.”
Christopher nodded slowly, understanding. “And desperate men make mistakes.”
“Exactly.”
He watched her—no longer the fragile widow he once toyed with. She had become something else. A strategist. A survivor with a knife made of memory and rage.
“Where do we start?” he asked.
Isla met his gaze. “With the man who used to run for him. The one who disappeared after my father’s death.”
“Ete?”
She nodded. “Find him. Make him talk.”
---The search for Marcus Ete was not simple.
But Christopher had old contacts—ex-military men, informants in the Caribbean, a hacker named Vi who could trace an IP address faster than a bullet.
Two days passed.
Isla barely slept. Barely ate.
She wrote everything down. Connected dots. Drew webs on her bedroom wall with red ink and string, like some madwoman unraveling her own fate.
On the third night, Vi called.
“He’s in Belize. Changed his name. Living on a fishing boat. You want to talk to him?”
Isla’s voice was calm. “Book the jet.”
---The island was humid and quiet, the kind of place someone went to forget they ever existed.
They found Marcus at a rundown dock, his face aged and hollow, eyes darting the moment he saw Christopher approach.
“I told you I’m out!” Marcus barked, backing away.
“You were never out,” Isla said, stepping forward.
Marcus froze. “You…”
She smiled, just barely. “You remember me.”
“Your father—he tried to—” His voice broke.
“Tried to protect me,” she finished. “And you let him die.”
Christopher stepped aside.
“I don’t want to kill you, Marcus. I want the truth,” Isla said, her voice slicing through the heat.
Marcus looked between them. Then something inside him cracked. The years had worn him down. The guilt, the running.
“I didn’t want to be part of it anymore,” he whispered. “Your father… he found out what Victor was doing. The smuggling, the organ trafficking… he said he’d testify. Said he had files. Victor sent me to convince him otherwise.”
“But he wouldn’t back down.”
Marcus nodded.
“So you watched him die,” she said flatly.
Marcus lowered his head. “They made it look like a crash. Brakes cut. I was supposed to follow through but I couldn’t. I ran.”
Tears welled in Isla’s eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.
“Do you have proof?”
“I have the files,” he said, slowly. “Hidden. In a vault in St. George’s Bank. In my name. You need the passcode and a thumbprint.”
Isla stepped closer. “Then you’re coming with us.”
---Back in the city, the web tightened.
The files Marcus gave them were explosive.
Medical records. Black-market surgery lists. Victims. Payments.
Victor’s empire wasn’t just built on corruption—it was soaked in blood.
Isla stared at one file for a long time. A young girl. 16. Taken from a foster system and never seen again.
This wasn’t just revenge anymore.
It was justice.
---Victor called three days later.
The screen lit up in Christopher’s office.
He looked calm. Clean-shaven. Smiling.
“Christopher. I hear you’ve been busy.”
“Not nearly as busy as you’re about to be,” Christopher replied coolly.
Victor chuckled. “You always had a flair for dramatics.”
His eyes flicked to Isla.
“And you, dear girl. You’re looking more like your father every day.”
She didn’t flinch.
“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” she said softly.
“I still might.”
The smile vanished.
“This ends now, Isla. You give me those files, and I let you walk away.”
She leaned forward. “I don’t want to walk away.”
He blinked.
“I want to watch you rot,” she whispered. “I want to see the fear in your eyes when they put you in chains. I want to see you crumble the way my family did. And when you beg for mercy, I want to be the one who says no.”
Victor stared at her, something unreadable in his expression.
Then he hung up.
---That night, Christopher found her on the rooftop again.
She didn’t speak as he sat beside her.
“You were incredible,” he said finally.
She gave a small, humorless smile. “I feel like I’ve been hollowed out.”
He reached for her hand.
She let him take it.
They sat in silence, two people shaped by war, tethered by pain and proximity.
“I don’t know if I can ever fully trust you again,” she whispered.
“I don’t expect you to,” he replied.
“But I need you.”
His thumb brushed over her knuckles. “Then I’ll stay.”
The night wind wrapped around them like a slow promise.
Tomorrow would bring blood.
But tonight, they were still human.
---
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