LOGINAstrid’s POVVictory, I was learning, had a taste.Not sweet.Not satisfying in the way I once imagined.It tasted sharp......like adrenaline still lingering under the tongue, like restraint clenched so tightly your jaw ached from it.I did not allow myself to look back as I walked out of the ballroom.The applause had faded behind me. The music had resumed. Conversations had started again in polite, measured voices as if drama had not just taken place beneath crystal chandeliers and expensive smiles.But I knew what had happened in that room.Adam had tried to embarrass me publicly.And I had turned his knife back on him.My heels clicked against the marble corridor outside the ballroom, each sound unnaturally loud in the quiet. My pulse had not yet settled. My hands looked steady, but I could still feel the rush of it beneath my skin.....the rage, the restraint, the triumph.I exhaled slowly.“Careful.”The voice came from behind me, smooth and low.“If you keep doing that, people m
Third-Person's POV The ballroom shimmered with controlled elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast soft gold light across polished floors, reflecting off glasses of champagne and the carefully curated smiles of the city’s most powerful people. Conversations flowed in low, refined tones.....business disguised as pleasantries, alliances hidden behind laughter. Tonight wasn’t just another social gathering. It was a stage. And everyone here knew it. At the center of it all stood Astrid Woods. Composed. Poised. Untouchable......at least, that’s what it looked like from the outside. She wore control like a second skin. Every step she took was measured, every glance calculated. The recent media storm hadn’t shaken her outwardly. If anything, it had sharpened her. But beneath that calm surface She was watching. Listening. Noticing. Because the whispers hadn’t stopped. They had only grown quieter. More careful. More dangerous. “…young to be handling something this large…” “…the
Astrid’s POV The first mistake teaches you something. The second one destroys you. I wasn’t planning on making either again. By the next morning, the situation had stabilized. The affected department had been secured. Emergency funds redirected. Internal panic contained before it could spread too far. No layoffs. That had been my line. One I refused to cross. Still the damage had been real. And worse It had been mine. I stood in the boardroom, watching as the last of the executives filed out after the emergency meeting. Their expressions were controlled, professional, respectful. But I saw it. That flicker of doubt. Barely there. But I wasn’t blind to it. Respect, once shaken......even slightly.......never returned the same way. I gathered the files slowly, my movements calm, deliberate. “Miss Woods.” I looked up. One of the senior board members lingered behind, adjusting his glasses slightly. “You handled the situation… efficiently.” Th
Third-Person POV Adam stood in his office, staring at the report in his hand. For a long moment He said nothing. Did nothing. Just read. Then read it again. Slower this time. More carefully. As if the numbers might change if he looked at them long enough. They didn’t. His jaw tightened. “That doesn’t make sense.” The analyst standing across from him shifted uncomfortably. “We’ve double-checked the figures, sir.” Adam’s gaze snapped up. “Then check them again.” “We already—” “I said check them again.” The room fell silent. Tense. Because this wasn’t like him. Not usually. Adam prided himself on control. On composure. But right now Something was off. He could feel it. Not just in the numbers. But in the pattern. The deal had been clean. Carefully structured. Low risk. Strategically sound. And yet It was unraveling. Not obviously. But enough to matter. Enough to cost him. Adam tossed the file onto the desk. “Walk me through it.” The analyst swall
Astrid’s POV Power is intoxicating. Not in the way people think.......loud, arrogant, reckless. No. Real power is quiet. Controlled. It sits in your hands like something delicate, something sharp… something that can build or destroy depending on how tightly you hold it. And this morning I held it perfectly. Or so I thought. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my office, the city stretching endlessly beneath me. Cars moved like ants. People rushed through their lives, unaware of the decisions being made above them......decisions that could shift markets, break companies, ruin lives. Including his. A faint smile touched my lips. Adam. Even thinking his name no longer stirred pain. Only hate. I turned from the window and walked back to my desk, picking up the file that had been sitting there since early morning. It wasn’t a major deal. Not something that would make headlines. But it was important. Strategic. A mid-level investment Adam ha
Third-Person POV The conference room was immaculate. Glass walls. Polished table. A skyline view that reminded everyone inside exactly where they stood in the hierarchy of the city. At one end sat Adam Pierce. Composed on the outside. But inside Restless. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve for the third time in under a minute, his gaze flickering briefly toward the door before returning to the documents in front of him. This meeting mattered. More than he was willing to admit. Because this wasn’t just another negotiation. This was recovery. He needed this. Across from him, two investors sat quietly, reviewing the proposal he had spent weeks preparing. Numbers. Projections. Growth strategies. Everything had been structured carefully. Deliberately. Because Adam knew he couldn’t afford another failure. Not now. Not when things were already beginning to shift against him. “This is a strong proposal,” one of the investors said, flipping through the pages. Adam nod







