Elena's POV Julian's investigator sat across from my desk with a thick folder and a grim expression. Tom Mikell looked like he hadn't slept in days, which probably meant he was working around the clock to get me the information I needed about Carmen Rodriguez. "Elena, what I'm about to tell you is going to change everything you think you know about Carmen Rodriguez," Tom said, opening his folder. "I'm listening." "I posed as a journalist doing a story about fraud victims. Carmen was eager to talk, probably because she thought it would help her cause against you." Julian leaned forward in his chair beside me. "What did she tell you?" "The truth about her relationship with Marcus Martinez. And it's not exactly what she told you at the conference." Tom pulled out a tape recorder and set it on my desk. "I recorded our entire conversation. Carmen doesn't know she was being recorded, so she was completely honest about her motives." "Play it," I said. Tom pressed play, and
Elena's POV The contract signatures were still drying on my desk when Julian came back into my office with champagne and two glasses. Phoenix Advisory and Gray Industries were now officially Phoenix-Gray Industries, a seventy-five million dollar consulting and technology empire. "We did it," Julian said, pouring champagne. "We're officially business partners and life partners." "I can't believe how fast everything happened." I accepted the glass and looked around my corner office on the fiftieth floor. "Six months ago, Phoenix Advisory was worth twelve million. Now we're worth seventy-five million combined with Gray Industries." "That's what happens when you combine the best investigative consulting firm in the city with cutting-edge technology solutions. Our clients get results they can't find anywhere else." Julian was right. The merger created something powerful. Phoenix-Gray Industries could investigate financial fraud for businesses, gather evidence via tech, firewall
Marcus' POV I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror above the warehouse sink and barely recognized the man looking back at me. Two and a half years of working for Victor destroyed everything I used to be. My face was hollow, my cheekbones sharp from months of eating nothing but stale bread and watery soup. Deep lines carved paths around my eyes and mouth, making me look twenty years older than my thirty-three years.My hands shook as I splashed cold water on my face. The scar above my left eyebrow was a reminder of the night I tried to shortchange Victor on a drug deal. Rico's fist taught me never to try that again."Marcus, get your ass over here!" Rico's voice echoed across the warehouse. "You got work to do."I dried my face with a dirty towel and walked over to where Rico stood with today's assignment. Three small bags of pills and a list of street corners where I was supposed to sell them."Eight hundred dollars minimum," Rico said, shoving the bags into my hands. "And d
Julian Gray's POV Something about Carmen Rodriguez bothered me, and I couldn't shake the feeling even three days after the business conference. The way she approached Elena was too calculated and too perfect. The timing felt wrong, and her story seemed designed to make Elena sympathetic to her situation. I sat in my office at Gray Industries, staring at Carmen's business card that Elena gave me. Rodriguez Consulting looked legitimate on the surface, but I learned to be suspicious of things that looked too good to be true. The morning after the conference, I called Tom Mikell, a private investigator I used for business deals. I asked him to run a complete background check on Carmen Rodriguez, including her financial history, business connections, and any connection to Marcus Martinez. "I need everything you can find," I told Tom. "Financial records, business history, personal connections. And I need it fast." "No problem, Julian. Give me forty-eight hours." Now I sat waiti
Elena's POV The words hung in the air between us like an accusation. Carmen walked closer to the table, her eyes fixed on my face. "What do you mean by that?" "You came out ahead, Elena. Your husband's fake death and disappearance somehow led to you becoming one of the most successful businesswomen in the city. While the rest of us lost everything and struggled to rebuild, you built a multimillion-dollar empire." "I worked incredibly hard to rebuild my life after Marcus's betrayal." "With what money, though? Because according to every news report I've read, Marcus left you with nothing when he disappeared. So where did the startup capital for Phoenix Advisory actually come from?" My mouth went dry. Carmen was asking exactly the right questions, the ones that could unravel everything if she dug deep enough and found the wrong answers. "That bit of information is nobody's concern. But if you must know, I had some savings that Marcus didn't know about. Money my father left
Elena's POV Two weeks after our engagement party, life felt almost normal. The anonymous message turned out to be nothing more than an empty threat from someone seeking attention. No follow-up messages came, no mysterious phone calls, no reporters digging into my past. Julian and I moved forward with our wedding plans and business merger like nothing happened. The ballroom at the Grand Hotel buzzed with conversation and the gentle clink of champagne glasses. The Business Leaders Conference which we were attending, brought together the most powerful people in the city, and I worked the room with practiced ease. Two years of building Phoenix Advisory taught me how to navigate these events, and having Julian by my side made them even easier. "Elena, there's someone I'd like you to meet," said Mayor Davidson, approaching with a tall man in an expensive suit. "This is Robert Barbinski, CEO of Rebuilt Manufacturing. He's interested in your work." I shook Robert's hand and smiled prof