LOGINJane's POV Benjamin didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, his chest heaved against mine, his large hands sliding down from my upper arms to grip my waist with a bruising intensity. The silence inside the locked study felt alive, heavy with the frantic rush of our breathing and the looming threat of the twenty-four-hour ticking clock. "We don't have twenty-four hours, Jane," he finally rasped, his dark eyes burning with a predatory focus that made my knees weaken. "Vance Senior isn't going to sit in the West wing and twiddle his thumbs. The moment the markets close today, his compliance team will initialize a hard network scan from their remote terminal. If I haven't cleared the hardware footprint by then, the mainframe will automatically trigger a factory reset." A cold dread pooled deep in my stomach. "A factory reset? What happens to the data corruption packet I injected?" "It gets wiped," Benjamin growled, his voice dropping into a quiet register. "The server wi
Jane’s POV The silence that stretched inside the study was a living monster. Benjamin’s broad back remained a solid wall between me and the vultures in the hallway. "A biometric validation?" Benjamin’s voice was smooth, a dark baritone laced with liquid ice as he looked out at Victoria and her father. "You’re tracking a minor server fluctuation and calling it an espionage crisis, Vance. My infrastructure automatically runs daily diagnostics. The manual override loop was likely a delayed system response to the firewall patch Leo initialized from Berlin last night." "Then let my team verify the serial number on your authorized terminal," Vance Senior countered, his tone unbending, hard as granite. "If the signatures match, the alert clears automatically, and Leo’s terminal is satisfied. If you refuse, I will personally call Leo and inform him that his partner is actively shielding a security breach during a multibillion-dollar asset integration. We both know what his compliance te
Jane’s POV The sound of Vance Senior’s voice through the thick wood of the door made the air in the room turn instantly to ice. My hands, still tangled in the crisp white collar of Benjamin’s shirt, went completely rigid. An anomaly. My mind raced back to the dark basement, the flashing blue terminal, and the blood-red progress bar. The data corruption packet had successfully injected; the system had registered the video as a synthetic deepfake. But Leo was a brilliant strategist. He probably wasn't just checking if the file was secure—he was checking how the patch had been executed. If he flagged an anomaly, it meant he noticed the manual override drive had been pulled physically from the mainframe instead of shutting down through a remote administrative command. Benjamin didn't break eye contact with me. His thumb was still pressed firmly against my chin, his massive frame pinning my lower back against the mahogany desk. For a split second, a calculating stillness
Jane’s POV I froze on the top step of the ladder, my aching fingers tightly wrapping around the cold aluminum railing. Below me, Benjamin looked like an absolute god of destruction. His chest heaved against the crisp fabric of his unbuttoned white shirt, his knuckles stark white where his hands clamped onto the metal frame. He was the one who had just signed the papers to bind himself to Victoria's empire. He was the one who couldn't officially have me. Yet, looking down from the ladder into his pitch-black eyes, the terrifying truth was laid bare: he would rather burn this entire mansion to the ground than watch anyone else claim authority over what belonged to him. "Benjamin, darling, don't be ridiculous," Victoria scoffed, though her voice lacked its usual venomous bite as she hurried over, her heels clicking frantically against the marble. "She is perfectly capable of hanging silk. Stop making a scene in front of the everyone." "I said," Benjamin rasped, completely ign
Jane's POV I had successfully scrambled the digital signature on the server, but as I stepped back into the quiet hallway of the residential wing, the illusion of safety shattered completely. I was running out of hiding places in this house. Before I could even reach the door to my room to change, a sharp voice cut through the corridor, stopping me dead in my tracks. "There she is. The little mouse finally crawled out of the walls." I turned slowly. Victoria stood at the intersection of the grand hallway, flanked by two estate housekeepers and a coordinator holding a digital clipboard. Behind them, two moving men were carrying massive racks of heavy ivory silk drapes and oversized glass vases overflowing with blood-red roses. "The ink is dry on the addendum, sweetie," Victoria said, stepping forward with a slow, predatory grace. She held up her phone, displaying the front page of the Global Business Review. The headline practically blinded me: WILLIAMS-VANCE ENGAGEMEN
Jane's POV I didn't step back from the terminal rack. Even though my hand had dropped away from the port a second before, I didn't retreat an inch, my fingers hovering millimeters from the heavy silver flash drive as if dared to reclaim it. The icy blue light of the monitor cut across Victoria’s face as she stepped off the last concrete stair, her heels clicking to a halt on the damp basement floor. On the screen behind me, the blood-red progress bar was agonizingly slow: 48%... 51%... "You’re a long way from the West wing, Victoria," I said, my voice steady, breathy, and dripping with a calm I didn't feel. I leaned slightly to the left, using my body to block her direct line of sight to the rising numbers on the screen. "And you're a long way from being a simple houseguest," Victoria countered, her voice sharp and venomous in the cavernous, humming room. She raised her phone, the screen illuminating her smug, flawless makeup. "Do you think I'm stupid, Jane? Benjamin think







