CHAPTER 46Clark leaned against the edge of the marble table, one hand in his coat pocket, the other gripping a cigarette he never lit.The room was dim. The only light came from the chandelier above. Across from him, Donovan Grant sat back in the leather chair, legs crossed, eyes sharp.“You’re wasting time,” Donovan said coldly. “This is the fifth week, Clark.”“I’m being careful,” Clark replied, his voice flat. “You want Dray Corp to fall, not to come back stronger.”Donovan scoffed. “Careful doesn’t win wars. It only delays defeat.”Clark stepped forward, leaning on the table. “You think I’ve not wanted to take William down from the first day I lost everything because of him?”Donovan narrowed his eyes. “Then why the hesitation?”Clark’s jaw tightened. “Because one mistake, and we’re both finished.”Donovan stood slowly. “Then let’s stop waiting. The next board meeting is in two weeks. My men will infiltrate the finance department. Your job is to give them access to the main serve
CHAPTER 45Slowly, Kate opened up her eyes. Head felt heavy, body hotter than usual. Holding her stomach, she sat up—perhaps in bed.Legs shook; she tried standing still. She grabbed the phone, then dialed—maybe?"Hello, Joyce?" Her voice sounded kinda weak.“Morning, ma’am,” Joyce said then, kinda quick, ya know.“I am not sure I will be in today." Kate mused while rubbing her forehead, though she's not sure yet.“Guess I’m not so sure, really. Something just feels off, you know.” She muttered.“Are you okay, ma'am?” Joyce said, concern laced in her voice. "Oh gosh, no. I can watch my body decompose myself." Yeah, I’ll be alright. Alright, so start by writing the foreign contracts.”“ Okay, I got it—things should keep running for you.”Kate finished up the call; “I'll do the rest later."She walked slowly toward the bathroom, she splashed water on her face, then looked in the mirror. It Looks like she’d been crying—her eyes kinda puffy. Her lips are completely drained, almost.A si
CHAPTER 44William sat on the edge of the bed, the contract spread out on the table before him. The same contract he had drawn up months ago. A fake marriage. No emotions. No strings. Just business.But now… everything felt wrong.His hand ran through his hair as he whispered, “It was supposed to be simple.”He heard the door creak open. Liam walked in.“You’re still here,” Liam said.“Barely,” William muttered.“You look like a man who just lost a war.”William scoffed. “I did. With myself.”Liam stepped closer. “You care about her.”William didn’t answer.Liam sighed. “Why is that a problem?”“Because this marriage is fake. Built on lies. And the moment she finds out the whole truth, she’ll hate me. Maybe she already does.”Liam folded his arms. “Then tell her everything. Let her hate the real you, not the version you keep pretending to be.”“I can’t,” William said. “I don’t even know who the real me is anymore.”“You’re scared.”William looked up. “Wouldn’t you be?”Liam nodded slo
CHAPTER 43;Tina held her bag tightly and firmly,she stepped out of the car and walked towards her company. Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she walked toward the entrance of her company, that is built of glass. Her mind was already racing with work tasks. She didn’t even notice the sound of the motorbike approaching fast from the corner, towards her.In a flash, the bike hit her side. Tina screamed as she hit the ground, her phone and purse flying away. The bike man didn’t stop. He zoomed off without even turning to look back.“Tina!” a staff member shouted, rushing to her. Others followed, gasping.“Oh my God!”“Call an ambulance!”“She’s bleeding—someone get a towel!”“No, forget that. Let’s take her in my car—she’s still conscious!”Tina groaned, her hand on her head. “It was planned,” she whispered. “That wasn’t an accident.”“We’ll talk at the hospital,” a staff member said. “Just breathe, Tina. You’ll be okay.”---Tina, Lying on the hospital bed with her arm w
CHAPTER 42;The SUV pulled into the old shipping yard just after midnight. The headlights cut through the fog, revealing a tall figure leaning against a rusted container. Clark didn’t move as the vehicle stopped in front of him. The driver’s door opened, and the man stepped out, dressed in black, clean-cut, confident, and quiet.“You took your time,” Clark said, voice low, eyes sharp.The man shut the door without answering. He walked slowly towards Clark, stopping just a few feet from him.“You called,” the man said. “I came.”Clark’s lips curved slightly. “I didn’t expect you to show up this fast.”“You said you wanted him dead,” the man replied. “I’ve waited a long time to hear those words.”Clark folded his arms. “This time, I’m not just here to rattle William’s cage. I’m going to burn the whole damn mansion down. I’ll take everything he has. His wife, his power, his name. Then I’ll kill him. Slowly.”The man raised a brow. “Your obsession with him... is personal.”Clark stepped
♣ CHAPTER 41 ♣William sat behind his desk, a pen in his hand, papers scattered across the table, but his eyes weren’t reading. His mind wasn’t there. The knock on the door was sharp. He looked up.“Come in.”Liam stepped in, hands in his pockets, eyes steady. “You said I should come by.”William nodded. “Sit.”Liam pulled the chair back and sat. Silence stretched between them.“I’ve been thinking,” Liam said finally. “About Clark.”William leaned forward. “What about him?”“You want to see him?” Liam asked. “Face-to-face?”William’s jaw tensed. “Why now?”“I think you need to. You’ve been circling around this long enough.”William stared. “You know where he is?”Liam nodded slowly. “He’s at the warehouse on the east docks. My men have him. He is Tied and Watched.”William stood, grabbed his coat. “I’ll go now.”“William—” Liam hesitated, “—be careful. Something feels off.”William didn’t stop walking. “He’s not getting out. Not this time.”---The warehouse was cold. The Metal walls,