LOGINJULIAN
I waited in my penthouse living room, the lights dimmed low and a bottle of aged wine breathing on the table. Sophia arrived exactly at eight, looking stunning in a fitted black dress that accentuated her figure. She smiled when she saw me, that confident, slightly teasing smile I was beginning to enjoy.“Julian,” she said, stepping inside. “Wow, this place is really beautiful. You clean up quite well too when you are not drunk .”I chuckled and took her coatJULIANI felt really awful about Sophia but my mind was already shifting elsewhere and couldn’t settle. Last night had been good, intense even, but as I stared at the ceiling, doubt crept in. What if my plan with Sophia didn’t work? What if she turned out to be just another distraction instead of the sharp weapon I needed against Ava?I couldn’t afford to leave anything to chance. I sat up, grabbed my phone, and called my assistant.“Alex, come to my penthouse right now. I need you to drive me somewhere.”“On my way, sir,” he replied without hesitation.I freshened up quickly, showered, dressed in a simple black shirt and trousers, and waited. Exactly twenty minutes later, Alex arrived. He was reliable like that.“Where are we going, sir?” he asked as we got into the car.“Sienna’s old apartment. The one where the baby is staying.”Alex didn’t ask questions. He simply nodded and drove.When we arri
JULIANI waited in my penthouse living room, the lights dimmed low and a bottle of aged wine breathing on the table. Sophia arrived exactly at eight, looking stunning in a fitted black dress that accentuated her figure. She smiled when she saw me, that confident, slightly teasing smile I was beginning to enjoy.“Julian,” she said, stepping inside. “Wow, this place is really beautiful. You clean up quite well too when you are not drunk .”I chuckled and took her coat. “I’ll never live that night down, will I?”“Probably not.”I took her to the dining table and served the food. Perfectly cooked steak and sides. Conversation flowed easily at first. She asked about my day, and I gave her a carefully edited version of the boardroom power play against Ava. Sophia listened with sharp interest, asking intelligent questions that showed she understood corporate warfare.After dinner, we moved to the couch with wine. I poured generously for her,
AVAI walked straight past Julian in the parking lot without sparing him even a glance. I could feel his stare boring into my back, heavy with anger and something darker, but I didn’t care. I clicked my car remote, slid into the driver’s seat, and pulled out without looking back. There was no explosive anger surging through me like before. Just a deep, bone-weary frustration mixed with an odd sense of indifference. I was tired. Tired of the games, the power plays, and the constant tension. Part of me almost felt numb to it all.As I drove through the London streets, my mind kept circling back to the emergency meeting. Julian had moved fast and ruthlessly. He really caught me off guard there, he wasn’t just pushing back…. he was systematically trying to cage me. I knew exactly what he was planning, but I still didn’t know how best to fight it without making things worse.By the time I got home, exhaustion had settled deep into my body. I kicked off my
JULIANI woke up with a clearer head than I had in days. The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my London penthouse, casting long shadows across the room. For the first time in weeks, my thoughts weren’t consumed entirely by rage toward Ava. Instead, they kept drifting back to Sophia.She wasn’t like the others. There was something refreshingly straightforward about her….sharp, ambitious, and unapologetically intelligent. Spending time with her yesterday had been… nice.I stood up, walked to the balcony, and looked out at the bustling streets of London below. The city moved on as if nothing had changed.I called my assistant, he picked at the first ring. “Schedule an emergency executive meeting at 10 AM sharp. All department heads and the Executive Vice Chair must attend. No exceptions.” I ended the call before he could give me a response.“Elena, Let’s see how long you can hide under your shares and fake
JULIANI woke up with a pounding headache that felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull. The events of the past few days… the board meeting, Ava’s calm betrayal, the confrontation—had left me restless and angry. I dragged myself out of bed, went to the medicine cabinet, and popped two painkillers. I chased them down with a swig of whiskey from the bottle on the nightstand. The burn felt satisfying.My phone rang on the bedside table. I reached for it intending to decline the call, but my clumsy fingers hit accept instead.“Hey!! Good morning,” a cheerful feminine voice said from the other end.I paused, trying to place the voice. “Who is this?”“It’s me, Sophia,” she replied with a light laugh. “Sophia Laurent. The one whose outfit you ruined the other night?”“Oh…” Realization hit me. “Sophia. Right.”“I hope I’m not calling too early,” she continued. “I was just thinking… you still owe me
AVAI stepped out of the meeting room still trying to process what the hell had just happened. Julian had attempted to crucify me in front of the entire board. My heart was racing, but my face remained perfectly composed as I walked down the corridor.Yet I had managed to flip the narrative. Still, the victory tasted bitter. The war was now fully out in the open.I drove home feeling completely drained and overwhelmed. The moment I stepped into the penthouse, the comforting aroma of food greeted me. Emma was at the dining table eating a bowl of noodles. Mrs. Keller appeared immediately with a warm smile.“Welcome back, Miss Ava. Let me serve you.”I nodded and sat opposite Emma. A hot plate of noodles was placed in front of me.“You won’t believe what happened today,” I said, twirling some noodles with my fork.“What happened?” Emma asked curiously.“We had an emergency board meeting about the failed Harrin
DANIELThe clinic doors barely closed behind us before a nurse in crisp blue scrubs approached, her expression calm and professional. “Mr. Harrington?”I nodded quickly, heart still hammering from the frantic drive.“How is she?”“The surgery is already in progress,” the nurse said gently, placing
JULIANThe leather chair creaked as I shut the laptop. Marcus had delivered exactly what I needed. The financial picture between Daniel and Ava looked clean—mentoring, a promised cut, professional boundaries. Nothing that smelled like conspiracy. A quiet relief uncoiled in my chest. Maybe it really
AVAMorning light filtered weakly through the blinds of the private hospital room. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, feeling every ache in my body like a warning I could no longer ignore. My hand rested lightly over my stomach, where the scar tissue had become a constant, angry presence.The pai
DANIELI stood by the window of the apartment, staring out at the quiet London street below. My mind refused to settle. For weeks I had been trying to find the right moment, the right words. How do you tell the woman you’ve loved in silence for years that every breath you take is still tangled up i







