RavenThe cold wind cut across the bridge, lashing against my coat as I stepped onto the steel framework. The city lights glittered below, blurring against the river like fractured glass. Ten o’clock on the dot, just as the message instructed. No sign of anyone.I hated how my breath came faster. I hated that my heart jumped at every sound. But most of all, I hated that I hadn’t told Ava or even Clark about this meeting’s true risk.They would’ve tried to stop me. But this… this was mine to finish.Footsteps echoed from the far side of the bridge. I shifted, hand near the hidden blade in my boot.Then he stepped out of the shadows.Marcus Greer.No disguise. No mask. Just the man behind it all, his smile easy and calculated, like he already knew the ending to this story.“Raven,” he said, like we were old friends catching up instead of mortal enemies.“You’re bold to come alone,” I replied.“I’m impressed you did.”I didn’t respond. My fingers twitched near the knife.Marcus walked cl
RavenThe morning after the event, the city was ablaze with speculation. Headlines painted Emerson and Lila as corporate criminals, parasites leeching off a legacy they didn’t deserve. My plan had worked better than I imagined—precisely orchestrated chaos. But even with their reputations unraveling, I couldn’t shake the growing dread clawing at my chest.Marcus was out there.And worse—he was quiet.It’s the silence that comes after the scream you should fear most. The inhale before the blow. That was Marcus’s specialty: not the obvious attack, but the one you never saw coming.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my apartment, watching the skyline shift behind a veil of gray clouds. A soft knock came from the door. Ava let herself in without waiting.“He’s not in any of his usual places,” she said, dropping a file on the table. “His old contacts are either lying low or pretending they never knew him.”I didn’t turn around. “He won’t use old routes. He knows we’d be watching.”“H
Raven The storm I had been building for months had finally broken. But it wasn’t unfolding the way I’d planned.Instead of standing alone at the center of my vengeance, victorious, I was flanked by ghosts—Clark, burdened by the weight of guilt and regret, and Marcus, the puppet master I’d failed to see until it was almost too late. And somewhere in the crowd, Emerson and Lila were watching this unravel with barely-concealed dread. They were no longer my only targets. But they were still part of the game.I stepped down from the stage as murmurs escalated to chaos. Some people were pulling up files on their phones, others whispering frantically to one another. The room was becoming a minefield of shifting alliances and crumbling trust. I could feel Marcus’s eyes boring into my back like daggers.Ava moved beside me like a shadow, calm and sharp.“It’s done,” she said. “The media has the full dossier. Within the hour, this entire room is going to be scorched earth.”I exhaled slowly, b
RavenI stood frozen at the edge of the stage as Marcus’s words thundered through the room like a bomb detonating in slow motion. The folder he handed over looked far too familiar—my reports, my emails, but twisted, doctored, and manipulated to look like I had been undermining the company from the inside. My breath caught in my throat.This was supposed to be my moment. The culmination of months of work, suffering, loss. I had been seconds away from exposing Emerson and Lila, from burning their empire to the ground. And now, in front of the same crowd I meant to dismantle, I was being painted as the villain.Clark was still at the entrance, halfway in the shadows. I saw the panic flicker across his face. I didn’t know if it was guilt, desperation, or something else. But I couldn’t focus on him—not now. I locked eyes with Ava, and she immediately stepped forward, eyes scanning the scene with the sharpness of a strategist.“Stall them,” I mouthed to her.She nodded and moved toward the
RavenMy heart felt like it was cracking apart, piece by jagged piece, as I stormed out of the room, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight. Clark. Of all people, Clark—the one person I had let my guard down around, the one person I thought might be different from the rest. He was the reason my sister was dead. The reason my life had turned into this hollow, vengeful existence. And I had trusted him. Loved him.The memory of his confession replayed in my mind, over and over like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. His voice had been tight with guilt, his eyes filled with the kind of regret that made me want to scream. But it didn’t matter. No amount of remorse could fix what had been done. No amount of love could change the fact that he had killed her. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to bury the feelings I had for him so deep that they would never surface again. But the truth was, I was torn apart inside.I stumbled into the nearest
RavenStanding at the edge of the stage, I could feel every nerve in my body humming with anticipation. Tonight was the night. The night I would finally expose Emerson and Lila for the corrupt, scheming monsters they were. Every second had been building to this moment, every sleepless night, every carefully calculated move. And now, it was all about to come crashing down.The crowd in the room shifted restlessly, the low murmur of voices blending with the soft clinking of champagne glasses. I scanned the faces before me, knowing that among them were my enemies, my allies, and those who would fall once this was over. My stomach twisted, but I forced the feeling down, locking it in the pit where I stored all the rage, all the betrayal. I couldn’t afford to feel anything else right now.I glanced over to the side of the stage and caught sight of Emerson, standing tall and smug, his arm casually slung around Lila’s waist. They looked like the perfect power couple—the corporate king and qu