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Grace stared at the crimson key in Julian Creed’s outstretched palm, her heartbeat pounding louder than the wind howling around them on the balcony. The city glistened far below, unaware of the battle for power waging above its skyline.This was no ordinary key.Julian smirked as he held it higher between his thumb and forefinger, like a god taunting fate. “One key. One vault. One truth.”“You want immunity,” Grace said flatly, her arms folded across her chest. “From what exactly?”Julian coughed, his body frail in the moonlight. “From prosecution. From Phoenix Labs. From the Ashford Estate. I want out with whatever’s left of my dignity, and my money.”Grace eyed him carefully. “Why would I trust you? You’ve tried to ruin me and Nathaniel. You built your empire on blood and betrayal.”“And your father didn’t?” Julian snapped. “Don’t kid yourself, Grace. Vincent was the architect of secrets. I just learned from the best.”Her fingers itched to snatch the key and toss it off the edge. B
My Father's Rival Is My Lover Chapter 92
The morning sun filtered through the gauzy white curtains of Grace’s penthouse, casting golden rays across the marble floor. The air held the warmth of a rare peace, the kind that only came after a storm had passed. Grace stretched beneath the silk sheets, her hand reaching instinctively toward the space beside her.Empty.The warmth was gone.She sat up quickly, heart skipping, only to catch the scent of black coffee drifting from the kitchen. A smile crept across her lips. She pulled on Nathaniel’s shirt from the night before and padded barefoot down the hallway.There he was.Shirtless, wearing only joggers, standing in front of the coffee maker with that signature scowl of concentration. Her favorite view. Always had been.Nathaniel turned just as she entered.“You look…” His gaze roamed her body. “Dangerously distracting.”She chuckled. “And you look like a man who’s about to spill boiling coffee.”He smirked and turned back to the machine. “I figured we’d need caffeine before th
My Father's Rival Is My Lover Chapter 91
The Phoenix Labs grand launch wasn’t just a milestone, it was a resurrection.Grace stood before a sea of reporters, her voice strong as she introduced the world to the future of ethical biotech. Behind her, the minimalist silver logo of Phoenix Labs pulsed like a heartbeat.“Our mission,” she declared, “isn’t just to heal. It’s to restore trust. In science. In each other. In truth.”Applause followed, but her mind was a thousand miles away.Not on the speech.Not on Julian Creed’s ongoing criminal trial.But on Nathaniel.The way he hadn’t come home last night.Grace paced her penthouse after the event, clutching her phone. Six calls. No response.He never ignored her like this.Her thoughts raced.Had something happened? Was he avoiding her? Was he... pulling away?Her heart, so often steeled in boardrooms and press conferences, suddenly felt fragile.A message buzzed through.From: Unknown NumberWe warned you. He’s the price of your success.Grace’s blood turned cold.She dropped
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The evening air wrapped around Grace like silk, warm, deceptive, laced with tension. She stood at the balcony of her penthouse, the city skyline glittering beneath her, unaware it was about to become a battlefield.Julian Creed had played her, used her desperation to plant the roots of a new empire in the ashes of the old. He wanted Ember reborn, not to save lives, but to control them. And Grace had unknowingly unlocked the first gate.But this time, she wouldn’t be outmaneuvered.She dialed Calla Voss.“Set the plan in motion,” she said. “It’s time I showed Julian exactly whose board he’s playing on.”The next morning, Grace hosted a private press brunch for select media outlets. It was elegant, intimate, champagne, fresh tulips, and just enough tension to suggest something big was about to drop.Nathaniel leaned in before it began. “Are you sure you want to do this today? You’re just regaining public trust.”“That’s why it has to be now,” she whispered, eyes scanning the room. “Stri
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Grace had weathered the storm. Her public confession about Project Ember sent shockwaves through the media, rattling the elite who once stood beside the Ashford name. The world had changed its gaze toward her, less of a socialite, more of a reformer. But beneath the praise and protests, Grace knew this was only the beginning.The real war was yet to come.It started with a knock on her penthouse door just after midnight.Nathaniel was asleep on the couch, exhausted after long meetings with lawyers and victim advocacy groups. Grace opened the door quietly, expecting a late-night assistant or courier.Instead, she came face-to-face with a man she never thought she’d see again.Julian Creed.A former board member of Ashford Global. A man her father had once called “the vulture in a suit.” Ruthless, calculated, and always three steps ahead.“Hello, Grace,” he said, stepping into the light. “You’ve grown into quite the phoenix.”Grace folded her arms. “You shouldn’t be here. The company di
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The ballroom at the Regal Crown Hotel shimmered with wealth and legacy. Crystal chandeliers hung like teardrops from the ceiling, and velvet-draped tables surrounded a polished marble dance floor. It was a charity gala, hosted by Grace under the newly-formed Charlotte Grace Foundation for Justice, and it marked her official debut as the new face of ethical philanthropy in the business world.Her dress was midnight blue, sleek and elegant, hugging her frame with understated power. It was a design by a local fashion house she had invested in, a quiet nod to her mission of lifting others up. Her presence turned heads, not just for her beauty, but because she carried something most of the billionaires in the room lacked: purpose.Nathaniel was nearby, dressed in a classic black tuxedo, his gaze locked on her as though she were the only thing in the room. He didn’t need to be at her side every second, his confidence was in the way he let her shine.Grace scanned the crowd from the podium,
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The morning sun broke through the heavy curtains of Grace's penthouse, casting golden beams on the mahogany floor. It should’ve felt like a moment of peace, a rare, quiet sunrise. But the weight of everything that had happened hung in the air like smoke. Vincent Ashford was gone. His legacy lay in ruins, and yet, the void he left behind echoed louder than the chaos he created.Grace sat at the edge of the king-sized bed, her robe loosely tied, her eyes fixed on the skyline. She hadn’t slept much. Nathaniel stirred beside her, his hand instinctively reaching for her waist, as if afraid she might disappear like the nightmare they'd just escaped.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.She nodded, her voice low. “I don’t think I stopped being awake.”Nathaniel sat up, watching her. “We don’t have to do anything today. You can just rest. Heal.”But Grace shook her head. “There’s no resting now. I have work to do. A name to rebuild, not his. Mine.”Nathaniel understood. Gr
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The city never truly slept, especially not when blood ran hotter than reason. By the time Vincent Ashford’s arrest warrant hit the public sphere, his enemies cheered, but his loyalists stirred from their hiding places. Vincent wasn’t just a billionaire. He was a tactician. A shadow king. And as Grace stood on the balcony of Nathaniel’s penthouse, rereading his final message, she knew with chilling certainty:The game wasn’t over.Nathaniel joined her with two cups of tea. His movements were calm, precise, but she could sense the tight coil of tension beneath. “Still no word from the authorities?”Grace shook her head. “Interpol issued a red notice. The FBI raided two of his safe houses, but they were already empty.”Nathaniel glanced at her phone. “That message. He’s taunting us.”Grace looked over the city skyline, her voice distant. “He’s promising a final act.”Meanwhile, across the world in Marrakesh, a private jet sat idle at a secret runway. Inside, Vincent Ashford paced with th
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The morning sunlight filtered through Nathaniel’s penthouse windows, casting golden patterns on the silk sheets. Grace stirred, her hair tousled, her hand instinctively reaching out, but the space beside her was empty.“Nathaniel?” she murmured.A distant clink echoed from the kitchen. She sat up, heart still aching from the storm they'd unleashed on Vincent Ashford. But somewhere in that ache was also something new, liberation.She wrapped the duvet around her and stepped into the living room.Nathaniel stood barefoot by the counter, pouring coffee, his expression unreadable. His phone lay facedown beside him, tension lining his shoulders.“You’re up early,” she said, brushing her hair back.He turned. His eyes met hers, tender, but shadowed.“I found something,” he said, sliding his phone toward her.Grace blinked, picking it up. A photo filled the screen, grainy but clear. A woman, maybe late forties, walking briskly through a quiet marketplace in Monaco. Dark glasses, a silk scarf
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