تسجيل الدخولLucas adjusted the cuffs of his dark suit jacket. He stood tall, his broad shoulders squared, looking every bit like a king who had just been betrayed by his own generals, yet refused to bow his head."I will give you your proof," Lucas promised, his dark eyes burning with an unshakeable, lethal determination. "I will go out there and I will drag the truth into the light with my own two hands. And when I bring it back into this room..."He paused, letting his icy gaze sweep over every single director sitting around the long table."...you won't just vote to remove Victor Ashford," Lucas finished in a low, raspy whisper that chilled the air in the room. "You will beg me to let you keep your own seats."Without waiting for another word, without looking back at the twelve terrified people who sat in silence, Lucas turned on his heel and walked out through the heavy double doors. His long, heavy steps echoed down the corridor as he walked toward the private elevator, leaving the boardroom
"I am asking you to stand up against a criminal who tried to kill a five-year-old child!" Lucas growled out, his hands clenching into tight fists on the marble surface."Yes, yes, of course that is a terrible thing!" Mr. Harrison pleaded, looking around at the other directors for support. "If it is true, it is the most evil act imaginable! But... but look at what you have actually brought to us today, Lucas! You have brought a small USB drive containing digital phone records and bank transfers from an offshore account!""That is proof!" Lucas shouted, his voice finally snapping, ringing out like thunder against the tall glass windows."It is circumstantial evidence, Lucas!" another director spoke up, courage finally returning to his voice as he realized the rest of the board was too scared to act. "Does Victor's legal name appear anywhere on those bank transfer papers? No! Does his personal signature appear on the contract that hired that driver? No! Offshore companies have hundreds o
Every few seconds, Mr. Harrison would glance at his expensive gold wristwatch. "It is five minutes to ten," he muttered anxiously. "Where is Victor? Surely he received the same summons we did.""If he knows what happened on that highway," the woman whispered darkly, "he might be smart enough to stay as far away from Lucas as possible."At exactly ten o'clock sharp, the heavy double doors at the end of the boardroom swung open with a deep, echoing thud that instantly cut off all the frantic whispering in the room.The twelve directors sat up straight in their chairs, holding their breath as if a monster had just walked into the room.Lucas walked in alone. He didn't bring a team of lawyers. He didn't bring his personal assistants. He didn't even bring Marcus. He walked in with long, slow, heavy steps, his dark eyes sweeping over the twelve frightened faces sitting around the marble table. The air around him felt frigid, as if he had brought the cold winter wind from the mountains insid
When the bright morning sun rose over the rolling hills of the countryside, it brought no real warmth or comfort to the vast, quiet grounds of Ashford Manor. The tall, ancient estate stood tall against the pale sky, silent as a giant grave, but the air inside was thick, cold, and heavy with an unbearable tension.Upstairs in the private rooms of the East Wing, Naomi stood close to the tall glass window. The white curtains were pulled back just a little bit, letting in a thin strip of cool morning light. She held a warm porcelain cup of tea between her hands, feeling the heat seep into her chilled fingers, though she hadn't taken a single sip. Her eyes were fixed entirely on the gravel driveway fifty feet below.Down on the driveway, a sleek silver car was parked near the wide marble steps. Lucas stepped out through the front doors of the mansion. He was wearing an expensive, dark navy suit, his dark hair neatly combed back, looking every bit like the cold, ruthless chief executive off
He wanted to defend himself. But looking at her steady, cold gaze, he realized she was right. Five years ago, he had been blind. He had been so focused on fighting his father-in-law and securing his power as CEO that he hadn't noticed the quiet, burning pain of the woman sleeping in his bed."So why did you stay today?" Lucas asked, his voice raw and broken. "When the car stopped at the gate... you could have told the driver to keep going. You could have demanded to go to a hotel. Why did you walk through those doors?"Naomi looked at the closed door of the bedroom where Leo was playing."Because I am tired of running," Naomi said softly. Her inner thoughts were clear, human, and grounded. She was tired of moving from flat to flat in London. She was tired of looking over her shoulder every time she walked down a street. She knew that Victor Ashford and his shadow games would follow her anywhere on earth until this war was finished. The only way to protect her son’s future was to stan
There was a long, heavy silence on the phone. Victor was breathing heavily. "Listen to me, Valentina," Victor said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low whisper. "Do not panic. If you panic, you lose.""Lose?!" Valentina almost screamed, covering her mouth quickly to muffle her voice. "I have already lost! If Lucas publicly claims that boy, the board of directors will push us out! The merger will fall apart! My reputation will be destroyed!""The boy is nothing without the mother," Victor said coldly. "And Lucas cannot protect them inside that house if we play our cards right. Stay calm. Do not do anything stupid. I am calling our legal team now. We will find a way to drag her name through the mud before the week is over.""No, Father," Valentina whispered, her eyes narrowing into cold slits as she looked down the dark hallway toward the East Wing. "Legal teams move too slowly. If they stay in this house... I will make sure they regret ever stepping foot through that door."She hung







