LOGINLucas Kane did not lead Ava toward a quiet corner of the banquet hall. Instead, he walked straight out through a side entrance, past two bodyguards who immediately fell into step behind him. Ava followed without hesitation, ignoring the curious glances from guests and the tightening expression on Mark’s face across the room.
The hallway outside was silent.
They entered a private lounge reserved for VIP guests.
The door closed.
The noise of the wedding vanished.
Only the faint hum of the air conditioner remained.
Lucas turned around slowly.
“Sit.”
Ava sat.
Lucas did not.
He leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her as though she were an unfamiliar species.
“Start from the beginning,” he said. “And choose your words carefully.”
Ava took a slow breath.
“In three months, I will be accused of embezzling Reed Holdings.”
Lucas’s eyes flickered.
“My fiancé, Mark Collins, will testify against me.”
Lucas said nothing.
“My step-sister, Lily Reed, will claim she witnessed the transfers.”
Lucas’s fingers tapped lightly against the desk.
“I will be sentenced to life imprisonment.”
Ava’s voice did not shake.
“I will die in prison from poisoning.”
Silence filled the room.
Lucas stared at her for a long moment.
“You expect me to believe a reincarnation story?”
“No,” Ava replied. “I expect you to verify facts.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
“Go on.”
“Check the financial authority levels inside Reed Holdings,” Ava said. “You’ll find Mark holds unrestricted transfer privileges.”
Lucas’s gaze sharpened slightly.
“Check surveillance logs in the Collins residence basement,” Ava continued. “You’ll find Lily entering Mark’s bedroom repeatedly after midnight.”
Lucas did not interrupt.
“Check the offshore accounts under the name Blue Harbor Holdings,” Ava said. “They belong to Mark, but the funds originate from Reed Holdings.”
Lucas slowly straightened.
“These are specific.”
Ava met his eyes.
“Because I lived through the outcome.”
Lucas studied her as if trying to peel apart every layer of her existence.
“You gain protection,” he said slowly. “What do I gain?”
Ava did not hesitate.
“A legally recognized wife.”
Lucas’s eyes narrowed.
“Explain.”
“My understanding is that Kane Group’s inheritance clause requires a legally married heir to assume full control,” Ava said. “Otherwise, the board retains temporary authority.”
The room went silent.
This time, the silence was heavier.
Lucas took a step toward her.
“That information is not public.”
Ava’s heartbeat remained steady.
“In my past life, you were forced into an arranged engagement eight months from now.”
Lucas stopped.
For the first time, his composure cracked.
Just slightly.
“You investigated Reed Holdings after my conviction,” Ava continued. “You suspected something was wrong. But pressure from your family forced you to halt the investigation.”
Lucas stared at her.
The air felt sharp.
“Why would I care about you?” he asked coldly.
Ava answered calmly.
“Because I was a convenient scapegoat.”
Lucas’s lips pressed into a thin line.
Ava continued, “If Mark succeeds in swallowing Reed Holdings, he becomes powerful enough to enter Kane Group’s investment circle. He becomes a future threat.”
Lucas did not deny it.
Ava leaned forward slightly.
“I can become your excuse.”
Lucas looked at her.
“Excuse?”
“You need a wife,” Ava said. “I need protection.”
“Our enemies overlap.”
“Temporary alliance.”
Lucas stared at her for several seconds.
Then he laughed softly.
A low, dangerous sound.
“You’re asking me to marry you on your wedding day to another man.”
“Yes.”
“And you think I’ll accept.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Ava met his gaze.
“Because you’re not a sentimental man.”
“You’re a businessman.”
“You don’t reject profitable investments.”
Silence returned.
Lucas’s eyes darkened.
“Let’s assume I agree.”
“State your terms.”
Ava did not hesitate.
“One-year contract.”
“Public marriage.”
“No interference in each other’s private relationships.”
“Mutual protection.”
“After one year, peaceful divorce.”
Lucas considered.
“My terms,” he said slowly.
“No emotional involvement.”
“Absolute loyalty.”
“You move into my residence.”
“You follow my public schedule.”
Ava nodded.
“Agreed.”
Lucas stared at her.
“Final condition.”
“If you betray me…”
“I will personally destroy you.”
Ava did not flinch.
“If I betray you,” she said calmly, “I deserve it.”
Lucas studied her face.
Then he turned toward the door.
“Come.”
Ava stood.
“Where?”
“To cancel your wedding.”
Ava’s lips curved faintly.
“No.”
Lucas paused.
Ava continued, “Let the wedding proceed.”
Lucas turned back slowly.
“You want to marry two men in one day?”
“I want Mark to believe he has won,” Ava said. “So he lowers his guard.”
“Tonight, after the ceremony, I will disappear.”
Lucas stared at her.
Then smiled.
“You’re cruel.”
Ava replied softly.
“I learned from the best.”
Lucas walked to the door.
“I’ll have my lawyer draft the contract.”
Ava followed him.
As the door opened, noise from the banquet flooded back.
Music.
Laughter.
Celebration.
Lucas glanced at her.
“Once you step into my world, there’s no turning back.”
Ava looked toward Mark across the hall.
Mark was smiling.
Waiting.
Expecting.
Ava smiled back.
“I already died once,” she said quietly.
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
Lucas watched her for a moment.
Then said, “Welcome aboard, Mrs. Kane.”
The night was quiet at Kane Estate, the kind of stillness that carried both reflection and possibility. Ava stood on the balcony, looking down at the city’s endless web of lights. Each flicker reminded her of the lives intertwined with Reed Holdings—the employees, the shareholders, the families unknowingly affected by power, greed, and ambition. Her mind, however, was no longer caught in the chaos of revenge or fear of betrayal. Those days were over. Now, clarity ruled every thought. She had reclaimed her life, her power, and her dignity. Mark Collins and Lily Reed were contained, their schemes dismantled, and the company’s operations secured under her careful, unassailable guidance. Yet despite the victory, a subtle emptiness lingered, one she had not anticipated. Triumph in the material sense had been hers for days, but the personal—emotional, human connection—was still a terrain she had yet to navigate.Lucas Kane stepped onto the balcony, his
The city woke to headlines that would never be forgotten: “Reed Holdings in Shock: Majority Shareholder Ava Reed Takes Control,” “Mark Collins and Lily Reed Suspended Amid Fraud Investigation,” “Corporate Scandal Unfolds: Shareholders Demand Answers.” News channels dissected every possible angle. Analysts speculated on the downfall of one of the most influential executives in the financial sector, while social media exploded with discussions, memes, and conspiracy theories. Ava Reed watched from her office atop the skyscraper that once symbolized her defeat. She did not celebrate. She did not revel. Instead, she observed quietly, sipping her tea, scanning the messages, the news alerts, the emails of congratulation, fear, and inquiry flooding her inbox. Every reaction confirmed one undeniable fact: the world had finally been forced to recognize her, not as the victim, but as the architect of justice and power.Investors called immediately. S
Reed Holdings’ headquarters had not changed, yet everything felt different. The same towering glass building pierced the skyline, the same marble floors reflected polished shoes, the same employees moved through the halls with tablets and files in hand—but the invisible hierarchy had shifted. Power had changed hands. And everyone knew it. Ava Reed walked through the main entrance with calm, unhurried steps, flanked by two legal advisors and Lucas Kane. Conversations died the moment she passed. Heads lowered. Eyes followed her with a mixture of awe, fear, and curiosity. Only days ago, she had been whispered about as a disgraced woman who survived on charity. Now, she was the majority shareholder of Reed Holdings.Inside the executive boardroom, the remaining directors were already seated. Some wore forced smiles. Others couldn’t hide their unease. The empty chairs where Mark Collins and Lily Reed once sat were glaring reminders of how fragile power truly was.
The detention center smelled of disinfectant and despair. The kind of place where hope quietly went to die. Ava walked through the sterile corridor with steady steps, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. A guard escorted her to a private visitation room separated by thick glass and a metal table bolted to the floor. On the other side of the glass sat Mark Collins. Gone was the polished executive, the confident manipulator, the man who once believed the world bent at his will. His hair was unkempt, his eyes bloodshot, his suit replaced by a dull gray detention uniform. He looked smaller. Older. Broken.When he saw Ava, his body stiffened.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Then Mark laughed hoarsely. “So… you came to see me.” His voice carried bitterness, disbelief, and something close to desperation. “To enjoy the view?”Ava sat down calmly. “No. I came to close something.”Mark grippe
The boardroom of Reed Holdings had never felt heavier. The massive glass table reflected the tense faces of executives, shareholders, and legal advisors seated around it. No one spoke loudly. Even breathing felt intrusive. At the head of the table, Mark Collins sat stiffly, his hands folded together, his knuckles white. Lily sat beside him, her makeup flawless, but unable to hide the fear in her eyes. Across from them sat representatives from compliance, internal audit, and two external law firms. The atmosphere was no longer corporate. It was judicial.The chairman cleared his throat. “This emergency meeting was convened due to a formal submission received early this morning.” He glanced at his tablet. “The submission contains extensive documentation of illegal financial activities, unauthorized offshore transfers, falsified reports, and internal manipulation of company audits.” His eyes lifted slowly. “The evidence directly implicates Vice Pres
Mark Collins paced his penthouse like a man possessed. The city skyline gleamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a cold reminder that wealth and power offered no protection against exposure. His hands trembled, his mind raced, and every shadow in the room seemed to mock him. He couldn’t believe how quickly the world he had built was crumbling. One wrong move. One underestimated opponent. One woman.Lily Reed sat on the couch, pale and trembling. Her laptop was open, her fingers flying over the keyboard, but her eyes were wide with panic.“Mark…” she whispered. “It’s everywhere. Shareholders are calling. Compliance is auditing more than we anticipated. Even minor investors are asking questions.”Mark slammed his fist on the desk. “Stop panicking, Lily! We can still control this!”Lily shook her head. “No, Mark. You can’t. Ava… she’s gone beyond anything we’ve seen. S
Mark Collins had never felt a calm morning before. Usually, he awoke with certainty, plans aligned, everything under control. Today, however, he woke to unease. Every shadow in his penthouse apartment felt alive, every sound slightly amplified. He attributed it to Ava—after all, she had ret
Mark Collins had not slept for two days.His suit was perfectly pressed.His hair was neatly styled.But nothing could hide the darkness beneath his eyes.Desperation had a scent.And Mark reeked of it.He stood inside a private dining hall of an upscale
The room was dark except for the glow of multiple monitors.Lines of data reflected in Ava’s eyes.Lucas stood beside her, scrolling through mirrored logs.“Three terabytes of recovered files,” he said.“Emails. Contracts. Transfer confirmations
Rumors did not explode.They seeped.Like poison through water.Slow.Invisible.Deadly.By mid-morning, Reed Holdings’ internal forums were buzzing.At first, it was vague.Did you hear about unusual transactions last year?Som







