The next morning, Karen woke up to two things: the smell of fresh coffee and her name trending on social media again. But this time, it wasn’t scandal.It was power.“Karen Blake reportedly shuts down smear campaign with silent class while Henry Frost allegedly pulls strings behind the scenes.”She blinked at the headline, then turned to find Henry standing at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled, phone in one hand, coffee in the other.He didn’t even look up. “I told you. They bark, we bite.”Karen smirked. “You’re enjoying this.”“I don’t enjoy mess,” he said flatly. “But I enjoy watching people choke on their own lies.”Her phone buzzed again. A message from Mia:Mia: “Girl. Are you seeing these comments? You’re literally getting called the queen of silent revenge. I stan.”Karen chuckled under her breath.But before she could respond, Henry tossed her a set of keys.“What’s this?” she asked.“Your apartment? Not safe anymore. You’re moving into a secured place. I’ve already had it s
Karen sat in the sleek, minimalist lounge of Frost Enterprises, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. The atmosphere was tense, the kind that made even the air feel heavy. She glanced at her phone, the screen displaying a flurry of notifications photoshopped images of Henry and Delilah, headlines questioning her credibility, and comments that stung more than she cared to admit.Henry entered, his presence commanding as always. He held a tablet, swiping through the same images that had flooded Karen's feed."They're trying to paint a narrative, one where you're the unstable one, and Delilah is the victim."Karen looked up, her eyes meeting his. "And what do we do about it?"Henry's jaw tightened. "We control the narrative."He handed her the tablet, now displaying a draft of a press release. "We're going public with the truth. The fake emails, the doctored photos, all of it."Karen read through the document, her heart pounding. "This will expose everything."Henry nodded. "It's
Karen woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the penthouse. She stretched, feeling the plush sheets beneath her, and smiled. For a moment, the chaos of the previous day felt like a distant memory.She padded into the kitchen, finding Henry already dressed, sipping his coffee while scrolling through his tablet and then she sat on the couch, wearing Henry’s ridiculously oversized hoodie and sipping iced coffee like it was her last source of sanity. Her phone was buzzing non-stop.Mia: “Girl, why is Jace suddenly popping up everywhere like a glitch in the Matrix?”Karen rolled her eyes and texted back: “Because the universe is toxic.”Henry walked in, tossing a file on the coffee table. “Found something. Jace’s sudden reappearance? Delilah’s backing him. Fully.”Karen didn’t even look up. “Shocking. Truly.”He sat across from her. “They’ve got something they think will break you. Or us. But they don’t know who they’re messing with.”Karen narrowed her eyes. “I d
The elevator ride up to Henry’s penthouse felt unusually quiet. Karen stood beside him, heels in hand now, her shopping bags slung over one shoulder, her mind still buzzing from the mall encounter and that phone call. Henry looked over, one brow slightly raised. “You really enjoy messing with my accounts, don’t you?” Karen smirked. “It’s not about the money. It’s the principle. I needed those heels for emotional healing.” “You could’ve bought the store.” “Maybe next week.” The doors slid open. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights pouring in through the glass walls. Karen dropped her bags on the couch, walked barefoot into the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of champagne. Henry leaned against the counter, watching her. “I didn’t expect this life,” she said suddenly, popping the cork. “Any of it. You. Them. This.” He said nothing. She poured two glasses and passed him one. “Do you ever get tired of being cold?” Henry studied her. “No. Cold keeps people out.” “But
Karen sat on the edge of Henry’s desk, staring out at the skyline. The city looked calm but her life? A full-on battlefield.“I still can’t believe how fast that went down,” she muttered, arms crossed.Henry, standing by the bar in the corner, poured a drink with his usual ice-cold precision. “Fast is good. Gives them less time to wiggle out.”She turned to him. “You don’t even look phased. You just ended her.”He handed her a glass. “I don’t flinch for snakes.”Karen gave a half-smile. “I forget how cold you really are.”“Don’t forget,” he said, voice low. “It’s why you’re still standing.”Before she could answer, his phone buzzed.He checked it, brows drawing low.“What?” Karen asked.“Jace is pushing an article to the press. Twisting the Delilah mess like you orchestrated it to climb your way to the top.”Karen’s stomach turned. “Of course he is.”Henry didn’t hesitate. He tapped something on his phone. “He wants war. I’ll give him one.”TJust then, Evelyn burst into the office n
Karen didn’t sleep that night.She sat on the balcony, hair tied back, eyes fixed on the skyline as the weight of Henry’s words sank in. Geneva. Her mother. Her blood. Secrets buried beneath ice and gold.By morning, she was done waiting.“I want answers,” she said as Henry sipped his coffee.“You’ll get them,” he replied, meeting her eyes. “Come with me.”They drove out of the city, past the Frost Towers and gated estates, until the road narrowed into woods. Eventually, they stopped in front of a small cabin remote, modern, fortified.Inside, Henry unlocked a panel behind a bookshelf. A hidden room. Computers. Files. Photos.And in the center, a folder stamped: Project Null.Karen’s heart thudded as she opened it.Medical records.Blood samples.Her name. Her mother’s.Then, another file dated back years.Subject 03- Zora Blake. Status: Protective custody. Frost-linked lineage confirmed. Biological donor: H. Frost Sr.Karen’s breath hitched. “My mom was involved with your grandfather