LOGINDamon’s POV:The moment I sat, the greatest doubt dropped on my heart. Why the hell was he doing this? And Gina? I couldn’t just wait the end of it all.The chairman coughed as silence overwhelm the room. He stood at the head of the table, hands behind his back, glasses resting on his nose. The room was so quiet I could hear the clock ticking.My heart hammering to the clock ticking sound. Everything sound louder than they should. I steadied myself and face up. At him.His eye caught mine. I tilted on the chair. Shifted my view. I looked back at him, his eyes focused on Jax. Then to the rest of the room.“I have watched this company grow from nothing. I have bled for it. Killed for it. And I will not—“ His voice sounded as serious as ever. With that rage mixed with full command.This voice carried to every corner of the room. Everyone eye gulped out. The fear they had for him."I will not watch it fall to peril," he said. The words landed like stones. "The reorganization might be hars
Gina’s POV:The sound of the engine woke me.Not loud. Just the low growl of a car pulling away, the soft crunch of tires on gravel. I knew it was him. I opened my eyes. Stretched lightly, and I stood.I went to the window. The gate was closing. His taillights disappeared into the morning gray, swallowed by the mist like they'd never been there at all.He was gone. To a battle.I stood there for a moment, watching the empty driveway, feeling the weight of being left behind. He was walking into something I couldn't protect him from. Something I couldn't even see.I felt unease. I couldn't stay here. Not today. I had to do something. I dressed quickly— a black over all coat on a black trousers. Not Kinglike for a wife like me. But I had to prepare myself like I belonged to the boardroom too. I took my keys and drove myself. No chauffeur. No guards. Just me and the road and the questions burning in my chest.The deal. It struck my mind. Now was the time of its best use.I hadn't forgot
Damon’s POV:Gregory didn't wait. Like the sigh was his sign to make an attack."First of all. The timing is wrong," he said, his voice calm, measured, like he'd practiced the words in the mirror. "The company needs stability, not upheaval. Your reorganization is aggressive. Too aggressive. It would spoil more than it would amend."Murmurs spread around the table. Nods. Some of them weren't even looking at me. They'd already decided.“The company has existed on this organization for the past years why disturbing it? Hope all is well?”"The numbers don't lie," I said. Kept my voice steady. Gregory was intentionally trying to make feel bad before saying anything at all. "We've lost seven percent market share in the last year. Efficiency is down. Client retention is falling. The current structure is bleeding money. And we have the recourses we need. We only need to replace them. It shouldn’t be hard or aggressive as you said."A board member interrupted me. Mr. Donald, a fierce stakehol
Damon’s POV:I couldn't help but keep thinking about her. The way she said those words. Memorable. Assuring. "You're not fighting alone anymore." Like she knew exactly what I needed. That I couldn't afford to lose her now that Jax was probably winning.Even if I lost the fight, I would still have her beside me to restart everything. Father needed her the most. And that should be my most prioritized card.The morning was gray. Cold. The kind of cold that settled into your bones and refused to leave.I hadn't slept. Not really. I'd lain in the dark, staring at the ceiling, running through every word I'd say, every argument I'd make, every face I'd have to convince. The board meeting was today. Three days had passed faster than I wanted. Faster than I was ready for. Looking back to when Father said it, I didn't recognize the kind of sigh that left my throat. Fearful? Tired? Probably nervous and anxious.I looked at myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes. Jaw tight. Hands steady
Gina’s POV:The evening was quiet—too quiet for a house that held so many secrets. Peaceful though, but concerning.I sat on the bench behind the mansion, before the blue pool. Where I signed the contract. The waves of the water were lively, just like that day. I felt a soft shift in my heart—the same one that had made me decide to sign. Like something was telling me to reconsider something I was about to do.I couldn't take my eyes off the silently breathing water. The sight felt like nothing had changed around me since that day. But NO! A lot had changed. I could feel it in the air, in the distance between us, in the way the mansion felt larger when he wasn't near. The way it seemed empty.I hadn't seen him all day. Not really. Just glimpses—his shadow in the hallway, the sound of his car leaving, the echo of his voice on the phone. Distant. Cold. Like I was still a stranger sleeping in his house. Like the company was the only thing that mattered to him.But Kelvin had said somethin
Jax’s POV:The warehouse smelled like rust and old rain. I'd been here a hundred times—whenever I had a score to settle. Whenever I had something to eliminate.I stood by the window, watching the street below. Empty. Dark. Just a row of tired streetlights hanging their stretched neck over the vacant road, cars packed beside them like sleeping animals. Everywhere was quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel alone even when you weren't.The door creaked open behind me.I knew it was him."You're late," I said. Didn't turn around."Traffic."I looked at the mirror before me—the one that cast a fragment of my shirt and the view behind me.Jules. Walking in like he owned the place. Hands in his pockets. That smile already on his face. The one that made me want to hit him. I guessed everyone else would want to too."You don't drive.""I walked." His voice was as calm as his appearance—like I was capable of doing nothing to him. I hated that feeling.I turned. "Then you're not late. You'r
Gina's POV:My eyes blurred open slowly, vision still unclear.The first thing I noticed was silence. Real silence.No loud footsteps coming for me. No threatening words from my father. No muffled whispers from relatives and maids. And most of all—no Jax. No cold voice telling me my duty. No presen
Gina's POV:Gina’s POV:I ducked around a corner at the end of the street and paused.I hid behind the wall and peered at the store.I wanted to make sure he was gone before making my final run.He was about leaving the store owner, when I leaned against the wall swiftly. My hand shook a bit—I don’
Gina's POV:The haggard man threw a punch, and he blocked it with his suitcase, hiding his face behind it. The case cracked, and the man groaned.“You!” he snarled, lunging forward to attack again.He slammed the bag into the man's face, and the haggard man crumpled to the ground. In an instant, he
Gina's POV:The night seemed endless.I stepped out of the train as it screeched to a sudden halt. The sound was deafening, disturbing both me and everyone else who might be trying to recognize me at the station.I readjusted my overcoat and the baseball cap I was wearing. The cloth was quite unco







