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After her discussion with her uncle,Kate sat frozen on the floor, the phone still lying beside her. The words of the police officer kept repeating in her head. "There were no survivors." Her parents were dead. The world around her blurred. She could hear the cook calling her name, shaking her shoulders, but her mind refused to calculate anything. A sharp pain squeezed her chest as reality hit her. No more hugs from her father.No more late-night talks with her mother.No more laughter at the dinner table. Tears poured down her face as she gripped her chest. “No... it’s a mistake,” she whispered, shaking her head violently. “They can’t be gone.” The cook, Aunt Mariam, wrapped her arms around her. “Kate, my dear, you need to breathe,” she said, her voice filled with concern. “Let’s go inside. You need to rest.” She pulled away from Aunt Mariam and struggled to her feet. She needed to see for herself. She needed proof. With shaky legs, she rushed out of the kitchen, ignoring the calls behind her. The house suddenly felt suffocating, the walls closing in on her. As she stepped into the living room, she saw her uncle, Mr. Carlos, standing by the entrance, his expression unreadable. Kate stopped, her breath hitched. “Uncle… tell me it’s not true.” Mr. Carlos sighed deeply. “Kate, you need to be strong.” Her knees tremble. She grabbed onto the wall for support. “No… no…” He walked towards her and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “Listen to me, Kate. Your parents are gone, and there’s nothing we can do to change that.” His voice was cold, lacking sympathy. She looked up at him, searching for warmth, for comfort, but finds none. Her uncle had never been a kind man, but at this moment, she needed him to at least pretend to care. “Come with me,” he said. “We have a lot to discuss.” Kate shook her head. “I don’t care about any discussion. I just want my parents back.” His grip on her shoulder tightened. “You think life stops because you’re in pain? Wake up, Kate! The world keeps moving, with or without you.” His words cut through her heart like a knife. Few days ago, she was a carefree young woman with dreams. Now, she was an orphan. And it seemed like her uncle was more concerned about something else,than her pain. The next few hours, Reporters filled outside their gate, family members arriving with fake sympathy, and phone calls. Kate felt like a stranger in her own home. People whispered behind her back, nodding in her direction as if she wasn’t there. She sat in the large living room, her fingers gripping the armrest of the chair. Every minutes and seconds, someone would come to tell her how sorry they were. But all their words sounded void. She wanted them all to leave,She wanted to be alone. But just as she was about to stand up, she heard her uncle speaking in a low tone to a few other family members. “She’s too young,” he said. “She can’t handle the company.” Kate frowned. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what this was about. Her parents’ wealth, their company, everything they had worked hard for,some people wanted to take it away from her. She swallowed spit in her throat and stood up. “What are you talking about?” The room went silent. Everyone turned to look at her. Her uncle smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Kate, my dear, we were just discussing the best way to handle things now that your parents are gone.” “Handle what?” She crossed her arms, her voice stronger than she expected. “My father left the company to me, didn’t he?” Mr. Carlos cleared his throat. “Yes, but you don’t have any experience. It’s a big company, Kate. It needs a strong leader.” Anger bubbled inside her. “And you think I can’t be that leader?” A woman sitting beside her uncle chuckled. “Let’s be realistic, Kate. You’ve never run a business before.” Kate clenched her fists. “I may not have experience, but it’s my parents’ legacy. I won’t let anyone take it from me.” Her uncle sighed, rubbing his temples. “No one is trying to take anything from you, Kate. We’re just saying you need guidance.” She didn’t trust them,She needed to be smart. Later that night, she sat in her father’s study, running her fingers over the polished wooden desk. It still smelled of his cologne. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears. Her father had believed in her. He had told her once before, “One day, you’ll take over, and I know you’ll do great things.” She wasn’t going to let anyone steal that from her. But she also knew her uncle wouldn’t back down easily. A knock on the door made her sit up straight. “Come in.” The door opened, and Mr. Carlos walked in. His face was calm, but Kate wasn’t fooled. “I came to check on you,” he said, sitting opposite from her. Kate said nothing. After a moment, he sighed. “Kate, you’re alone now.” Her heart crossed at his words. He didn’t say it out of concern. He leaned forward. “If you want to keep this company, if you want to keep your family’s name untarnished, you need to make a choice.” Kate swallowed. “What choice?” Mr. Carlos sat back, watching her carefully. “Marriage.” Her blood turned cold. “What?” “To William Dray.” She stared at him, waiting for him to say it was a joke. But he didn’t. “You’re insane,” she whispered. Her uncle chuckled. “No, my dear. I’m practical. William Dray has already invested billions in this company. He’s powerful, influential, and if you marry him, you’ll secure everything.” Kate stood up from her chair. “I’m not marrying a man I don’t even know!” Mr. Carlos remained seated, calm as ever. “You don’t have a choice.” Her stomach twisted. “Yes, I do.” Her uncle stood up slowly. “No, Kate. You don’t. If you refuse, the board will vote you out. You’ll lose everything your parents built. Is that what you want?” Her breath hitched. He was right. If the board sided with him, they could strip her of her inheritance. She clenched her fists. “Why are you doing this?” Mr. Carlos smirked. “Because power belongs to those who are willing to do whatever it takes.” Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.CHAPTER 74.The low hum of the private jet filled the air as it touched down on the private strip. Liam stood with his hands in his pockets, sharp eyes scanning the sleek aircraft as the door opened.John stepped out with the unhurried grace of a man who had seen too much of the world to be fazed by anything. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself, he looked every bit like someone born to slip into any role and make it believable.“John.” Liam greeted with a nod, though his tone carried a trace of curiosity. “Didn’t expect to see you this soon.”“Neither did I,” John replied, his voice low and edged with amusement. “But when William calls in the middle of the night, you know it’s serious.”Minutes later, they arrived at William’s townhouse. The tension in the room was palpable as William rose to meet his old friend. For the first time that day, there was a flicker of relief in his eyes.“You made good time,” William said, clasping his hand firmly
CHAPTER 73.Carlos swirled the amber liquid in his glass as his phone buzzed on the desk. Without glancing at the screen, he answered—only three people had access to this line.“Uncle,” Kate’s voice trembled through the receiver, carrying just the right hint of desperation.A slow smile spread across Carlos’s lips. He leaned back in his leather chair, savoring the moment. “Go on, my dear,” he drawled. “Tell me—what has your husband done this time?”“I… I just found out he’s into gambling,” Kate whispered. “It’s been going on for eight months now.”Carlos’s brows arched, his interest instantly piqued. “Is that so? And how did you discover this… unfortunate habit?”“I managed to check his phone,” she confessed. “There were messages about the last game he played. He lost fifty thousand, Uncle. And it’s not just that—he’s planning to bet an even bigger amount this weekend.”Carlos chuckled softly, the sound dripping with satisfaction. “Well, well… this is perfect. We can use this against
CHAPTER 72Jeremy's House — Game room.Jeremy’s shout echoed through the game room as his character was shot down for the third time in a row. Liam chuckled, snatching victory with ease.“Unbelievable. You’re cursed,” Liam teased.Jeremy tossed the controller onto the couch, scowling. “No, I’m distracted. Too much crap going on lately.”Liam’s laughter faded. He glanced at his friend, sensing there was more behind the words than just a lost game.Liam studied his face. “What's wrong?” He asked, settling back into his chair and giving Jeremy his full attention. "What's bothering the almighty Jeremy?"Jeremy was quiet for a moment, his hands clasped together as he stared at the blank television screen. "It's this whole Donovan situation. Emma and I have been working so hard trying to penetrate his digital security, trace his communications, find some kind of vulnerability we can exploit." He shook his head. "But all our efforts seem to be in vain.""Why do you say so?""Military-grade
CHAPTER 71Carlos sat in silence long after the door closed, the echo of Kate’s footsteps fading down the hall. His fingers tapped against the desk steadily, his expression unreadable.He knew something was off at how Kate behaved but he couldn't figure it out.She had played her part well — too well. The tremble in her voice, the wounded act, the way she had shielded her stomach like a woman protecting more than a child. It was convincing.He was never going to give in completely. He believed she planned all of that. Whatever game she's playing, he's ready to play along with her. He will just kill two birds with one stone — have William crushed down and get rid of Kate.Perfect planning.He let out a loud laugh, echoing round the room.Either way, he would win.___Donovan moved across the room, settling into the leather chair across from the massive oak desk where the SE sat wreathed in cigar smoke."We're running out of time," Donovan said, his voice cutting through the haze. "Will
CHAPTER 70.Carlos stood by the tall window of his house, the city lights sprawled out below like prey waiting to be hunted. His phone was still warm in his palm, Hemsworth’s stammering voice replaying in his head.He had expected William to dig into the matter—of course he would—but not this quickly. Sooner or later, William would come straight for him.Lifting the phone again, Carlos dialed Donovan’s number.“Answer the call,” he muttered under his breath.“Yes,” came Donovan’s calm, soft voice.“William is at it again,” Carlos said.“So?”Carlos’s tone sharpened. “What do you mean so? Sooner or later he’ll get to the root of this, and when he does, both of us will be exposed.”“He won’t find out.”“Oh, please. Hemsworth just called me—William has already threatened him. Do you really think Hemsworth won’t crack under pressure?”“Don’t worry. I’ll handle Hemsworth. You just focus on your part.”Carlos paused. “Have you spoken with the SE already?”“Yeah. He’s waiting for Howard’s re
CHAPTER 69.Kate and Tina arrived at the address Mr. Howard sent earlier. It was the older part of town where the buildings leaned with age and the streetlights flickered like they had seen better days.“This place looks… abandoned,” Tina murmured, eyeing the cracked pavement and the peeling paint on the doors.Kate’s grip tightened on her bag. “Stay close.”Kate knocked. Once. Twice.The door creaked open, revealing a tall man in a dark suit, his hair neatly combed back. His sharp eyes scanned them both before settling on Kate.“You came,” he said in a low voice. “Good. Come inside. We don’t have much time.”The interior was dim, lit only by a desk lamp in the far corner. Papers were spread across an old wooden table — documents, photographs, and what looked like scanned copies of contracts.Kate sat cautiously, Tina hovering just behind her.Mr. Howard slid a folder toward Kate. “These were hidden in your father’s private archive. They were never meant to see the light of day… espe