로그인The car cut through the highway like a bullet, the evening air thick with tension.Nathan’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly while his other hand tapped the phone screen impatiently. He dialed his wife’s number again.The first call rang out. No answer.He redialed, this time biting his lower lip, his eyes darting between the road and the screen. It kept ringing until it went dead again.“Pick up the damn phone, Jennifer,” he muttered under his breath.Marcel, who sat beside him, leaned back, watching Nathan’s knuckles tighten around the wheel. He had seen that look before — the calm before a storm.Outside, the city lights streaked past in blurred lines. Traffic flowed heavily in some lanes, but Nathan drove with a determination that bordered on recklessness. Every passing second felt like an hour. Every unanswered call made the rage in his chest grow stronger.“Watch out!” Marcel screamed.Nathan’s eyes jerked up just in time to see a car braking sharply in front of him. He
The sudden knock on the tinted glass jerked Nathan back to life. His fingers were still trembling on the steering wheel, his breath coming in ragged bursts.His mind replayed the video he had just watched — Jennifer, his wife, kissing another man like a lovesick teenager, her hands wrapped around his neck, her face glowing with affection.He turned sharply toward the glass, and there stood Marcel, panting, sweating, his shirt half-untucked, eyes wide with worry.Nathan pressed a button and the window slid down halfway.“Boss, have you seen it?” Marcel blurted out, almost gasping. “The news? The videos?!”Nathan didn’t speak. His face was hard, veins showing clearly on his forehead. He didn’t need to answer, the phone still glowed on the dashboard, showing the paused video.Without saying a word, Nathan picked it up and turned the screen toward him.Marcel flinched. “Oh, God,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead.Nathan turned the phone back, then slowly raised the window again and start
The morning sun slanted through the glass walls of the Golden Aura headquarters, casting a warm light over the conference table where Barrister Okoro sat, reading through a set of files with a calm but calculating expression.The company had been through too much lately; from false accusations to media backlash and now, his next move would determine everything.Without informing anyone, not even Charlotte, he had quietly brought in two new staff members to the production unit — a man named Tunde and a woman named Chika. Both were cunning, sharp, and loyal to him alone.Their job was simple: keep an eye on every single process, from production to packaging, loading, and offloading and more importantly, find out who among the staff was secretly sabotaging the company.To everyone else, they were just new recruits assigned to assist in logistics. But their real mission was undercover.Barrister Okoro briefed them personally in a small meeting room before they began. “You will pretend to
The next morning came with flashing cameras, restless journalists, and a sea of curious faces gathered before the glass-front building of Golden Aura International.Her phone began ringing. "Yes." She said as she picked, her face showing she wasn't ready any irrelevant talks. "Inspector Gerald speaking." The voice from the other end said. "Gerald?" Charlotte repeated, her eyes widened in shock."Yes." Gerald said. "I know. I know. I... I don't have much time. I just want to tell you that I know you're innocent of what you're been accused of. I'm secretly working on the case too. Be rest assured, the perpetrators will be exposed soon. However, remember my last warning: be careful with Nathan. He's a dangerous man.""Thank you, Inspector." Charlotte said, tugging a small smile. "My pleasure." Gerald said. "Lastly, why are you still delaying to file a suit against Mr. Mills? We have everything we need to nail him already."Charlotte released a breath. "I know." She said. "Just give me
The evening breeze brushed softly through the open windows as Caleb and Charlotte stepped into their living room.Caleb removed his suit jacket, dropped it on the couch, and turned to her. “Charlotte, this thing that happened today…” he began, his voice careful, “do you have any idea who could be behind it? Someone who might have a reason to want to destroy your company?”Charlotte didn’t even think twice. “Nathan Mills.”Caleb froze, his eyes widening as if she had just said the impossible. “Nathan?” he repeated, almost whispering. “Are you sure about that? This kind of setup is serious, Charlotte. It could be anyone, a business rival, an angry former employee—”“Is Nathan not a rival?” she cut in sharply, her tone calm but firm. “Who else lost more because of me than him? You remember what happened last year — he lost more than half of his investors, some of whom are now with us. He’s jealous, Caleb. Bitterly jealous.”Caleb exhaled deeply and walked toward the window.He wanted to
Charlotte sat at the center of the small interrogation room, both wrists resting on the cold table.Her face was pale, exhausted, but her eyes burned with quiet defiance.Across from her sat Inspector Daniels, his elbows planted on the table, and beside him, Sergeant Nene, a female officer with sharp eyes and an unreadable face. A tape recorder clicked faintly between them, its red light blinking.“Mrs. Briggs,” the inspector began, leaning forward. “We’ve been through this before. You claim you don’t know anything about the cocaine found in your factory. Yet it was found in one of your trucks, inside your compound. Can you explain that?”“I’ve told you already,” Charlotte said, trying to keep her voice calm. “I don’t know how those drugs got there. Someone planted them to frame me and destroy my company.”Inspector Daniels smiled faintly, not mockingly, but with the weariness of someone who’d heard the same line too many times. “That’s what they all say. You’re the CEO, Mrs. Briggs.
Celine stood frozen for a split second, watching the way Nathan’s grip tightened around Charlotte’s wrist, watching the way his brows knit together as if some buried memory was clawing its way to the surface. Panic surged through her chest. Her heart raced so loudly she was sure everyone around co
“Charlie sis,” Celine called again, her lips curved into that familiar fake smile that never reached her eyes. “To celebrate my wedding with Nathan next week, Mom and Dad booked a private dining room at Trans-Hilton Hotel. You should come too.”The words settled in the room like dust.The name of t
Minutes later, minutes that stretched and warped into something that felt like eternity, the night exploded with sound.Ambulances screeched to a halt. Police vehicles surrounded the wreckage, their red and blue lights flashing violently against the trees, the broken road, the twisted metal. Siren
Nathan ripped the chain bracelet off Charlotte’s wrist with brutal force.The sharp tug sent a fresh wave of pain through her arm, and she cried out softly, collapsing fully onto the cold floor. Her fingers curled weakly as she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling unevenly. Blood smeared h







