“Jason… he’s not who you think he is. None of this is what you think it is.”Bella froze.Dean’s voice was calm, smooth like a soft hand covering a knife.Jason Reed had faced betrayals, lies, and battles that would have broken most men. But nothing compared to what he now knew: George Reed, his own father, was "The Architect", the man behind years of secrets, pain, and manipulation. It shook him to his core. Still, he refused to crumble.Instead, it sharpened him.He was no longer just a man defending his company. He was a man hunting a ghost in plain sight.Jason and Ryan worked around the clock, digging deep into George’s hidden accounts and offshore shells. There were dozens of them, scattered across the globe. And now, those same assets were being funneled through Arthur Thorne; George’s puppet in a new empire. An empire Jason had to stop from rising.“George is building again,” Jason muttered one night, eyes locked on his laptop screen. “This time through Thorne. But it’s the s
"You're not going to believe this," Jason said, his voice low and shaking, the files still open on the screen.Bella looked up from the couch, her eyes tired. "What now?"Jason didn’t speak right away. He just stared at her, almost afraid to say the words out loud.Then he said it."It's my father. George. He’s the Architect."Bella blinked, confused. “What?”Jason stepped closer, tapping the tablet with a trembling finger. “He’s behind everything. Every attack. Every manipulation. Every time we thought we were winning or losing... it was all him.”There was a heavy pause as Bella tried to process what she’d just heard. “But... he’s sick. He’s in a hospital bed. How…”“He never stopped pulling strings, Bella. Never. He was using me. And you…” Jason’s voice cracked. “He called you the ultimate sacrifice.”Bella’s breath caught. Her hands began to tremble. “He wants to destroy me,” she whispered, more to herself than him. “He blames me for everything. For you becoming your own man. For
“They voted you out?” Bella’s voice cracked like glass, her eyes wide with disbelief.Jason didn’t answer right away. He dropped his blazer onto the couch and stared blankly out the penthouse window, the New York skyline glowing like nothing had happened. Like the world hadn’t just shifted beneath his feet.“Jason,” she said again, this time softer, stepping closer, trying to read his face.He finally turned. His expression was hollow, his voice like gravel. “Not completely out. Just… pushed aside. Temporarily.”“Temporarily?”He nodded. “They passed the no-confidence vote. Barely. I have to step back while some ‘independent committee’ investigates.”“So who’s in charge now?”“Ryan Cole. Interim CEO.”Bella exhaled. Relief and frustration fought inside her. “Well… that’s not the worst option. Ryan’s loyal. That gives us time, right?”Jason didn’t answer. He walked past her, straight into the bedroom, and closed the door behind him.The next few hours passed in silence.Jason didn’t co
Jason Reed had walked into many rooms to fight for Reed & Co., but never one like this.The boardroom was ice-cold, even though the air conditioner was off. The tension in the room had a life of its own, thick enough to choke on. Around the long polished table, men and women shifted in their seats, avoiding eye contact. The glossy surface reflected not just the dim light from the windows, but the weight of the company’s future pressing down on everyone.And at the center of it all, standing straight with fire in his eyes, was Jason.By his side sat Bella, quiet but fierce. Her hands rested flat on the table, steady. She didn’t speak yet, but her presence was louder than any words. Together, they were here to hold the line.And directly across from them, like a predator waiting for a kill, sat Veronica Pierce.She hadn’t been invited. No one had expected her to show up.But here she was, legs crossed, expression cool, dressed in a tailored white suit like a queen walking into someone
The morning felt like the world was holding its breath. Jason stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for the third time obviously nervous.He looked sharp, every inch the CEO the world expected. But Bella could see the truth. His fingers shook just a little as he reached for his jacket. His eyes normally calm, calculating held a storm."You're not fooling me," Bella said softly from behind him.Jason glanced at her reflection in the mirror. “I don’t have the luxury of falling apart. Not today.”She walked up, fixed his collar gently. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know this feels like walking into a lion’s den.”Jason sighed. “It’s worse. There’s a traitor in the pride.”The mole. The one Marcus Thorne had exposed only days ago. It changed everything. Jason couldn’t be sure who to trust anymore. And today’s shareholder meeting? It could either save his company or bury it.Bella nodded slowly, trying to be strong for him. But her own nerves were frayed. Her palms felt
“You don’t have to be everything all the time, Bella,” Dean had once said. “Even the strongest hearts need somewhere soft to land.”The shareholder meeting loomed like a guillotine, the kind that didn’t just end legacies, it humiliated them first.Within the walls of Reed & Co., whispers darted like anxious shadows. Assistants exchanged nervous glances. Executives buried their doubts in silence. And at the center of it all stood Jason Reed, bearing the crushing weight of expectation like a man trying to hold up a crumbling cathedral.He was everywhere; conference calls, legal briefings, late-night war-room strategy meetings. With Ryan at his side and David Cole chasing paper trails, Jason fought like a man who knew there would be no second chance. Every twisted narrative in the press, every whisper of doubt among board members, every photo of Veronica Pierce smiling next to billionaires circled him like vultures waiting for the fall.His nights blurred into dawns, and his eyes carried