Mag-log inThe crisp legal pages lay right under my fingers, stark against the dark wood of the desk. I looked down at the header: *Irrevocable Transfer of Executive Rights and Voting Shares.* They had thought of everything. Every loophole, every signature line, every legal clause to strip Damian and me bare. If I signed this, Director Vance would have full authority to sell the company off to Samuel's shell firms, and Ava would own the controlling stake. "Don't touch that pen, Lydia," Damian’s voice broke the silence, raw and low. He moved closer, his shoulder brushing mine. His face was pale, but his jaw was set like stone. "If she doesn't sign, Damian, I make one phone call," Samuel said, pulling a sleek black smartphone from his jacket and tapping the screen with his thumb. "The police are already waiting for a tip about Andrew's stolen loan file. Ten minutes, and this penthouse is crawling with sirens. You'll spend the night in handcuffs for extortion and murder." Rachel let out
The air in the study went completely cold.I stared at the three of them standing together by the doorway, my mind struggling to accept what my eyes were seeing.Samuel,Rachel and AvaAll in the same room, working side by side with each other.A sick, hollow feeling spread through my chest. Samuel was Damian’s own blood. For years, whenever everything began falling apart, Samuel had been the one listening to me, nodding with sympathy, pretending to be on my side. When Ava ran away from his place, he looked me in the eye and swore he had no idea where she went.It was all a lie. He wasn't helping me. He wasn't protecting Damian, either."Samuel?" The name barely made it past my lips. "You?"Samuel pulled one hand from his pocket, offering me a slow, unapologetic shrug. "Don't take it personally, Lydia. Family loyalty only goes so far when Damian treats everyone around him like dirt."Beside me, Damian’s entire frame stiffened. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides."You bast
LydiaThe cold barrel of the silver gun was aimed right at my heart.My back hit the edge of the mahogany desk. I gripped Andrew’s unfinished letter against my ribs, my fingernails digging into the paper.Beside me, Damian took a slow step forward, placing half of his broad frame in front of mine."Lower the gun, Rachel," Damian said. His voice was calm on the surface, but I could see the vein pulsing in his neck.Rachel let out a soft, mocking laugh. She took two steps into the study, the click of her heels sounding like a death timer against the hardwood floor."Lower it?" Rachel shook her head, her dark eyes glittering in the dim lamplight. "After everything you’ve put me through? You think you can still give me orders, Damian?""How did you get in here?" I asked, forcing my voice not to shake.Rachel’s gaze flicked to me, her lips curling into a cruel smirk."Did you really think this penthouse was your sacred little love nest, Lydia?" Rachel asked, her tone dripping with mock pit
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of fake smiles and quiet panic.I spent hours signing routine paperwork and sending out strict memos to the staff, pretending the building wasn't on fire. But every time the elevator chimed or someone knocked on my door, my heart jumped into my throat.By seven in the evening, the executive floor was completely deserted.The cleaning crew had already finished, and the long hallways were dim. I stood by the glass window of my office, watching the city lights flicker beneath the dark sky.The door opened behind me.I didn't have to turn around to know it was Damian. The faint smell of his cologne and the heavy sound of his steps gave him away."The reporters outside the front gate finally left," he said, walking into the room. He had taken off his suit jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. "My car is waiting in the basement garage. Nobody will see us."I turned around and grabbed my handbag from the desk. "Did Vance try to reach you
LydiaWe had less than twenty minutes before the board meeting started.I stood by my desk, gripping my folder tightly so Damian wouldn't see my hands shaking."Rachel couldn't have gotten that video on her own," I said, looking straight at him. "The day you signed this company over to me , she was the first person I threw out. She has no access to this building. So who gave her that lobby footage from this morning?"Damian’s face darkened. He looked down, clenching his fists."Director Vance," he said quietly."Vance," I repeated, feeling a cold knot in my stomach. "Andrew’s best friend on the board.""Andrew only trusted Vance with his money," Damian explained, his voice low. "Rachel must have found out about the loan Andrew gave me—the one with that 72-hour deadline before he died. If Vance is helping her, they want to make it look like we killed Andrew to avoid paying the money back."I took a sharp breath. "The loan papers Andrew handed you right before he died... where are they?
The echo of the slamming door seemed to bounce off the walls for an eternity.I stayed pressed against the doorframe, my shoulder throbbing where I had hit the wood. My breath came in short, uneven gasps, and my mind was spinning so fast I could barely see straight.*You gave me to Andrew.**The whole world already knows you’re back with your former lover.*The room was freezing, but my skin burned.Slowly, I turned my head to look at Damian.He hadn't moved an inch. His hands were still jammed deep inside his coat pockets, his tall frame rigid and stiff. His head was tilted slightly toward the floor, shadows cutting across his sharp cheekbones.He didn't look like the powerful man who used to run this empire.he look cornered ."Are you going to say something?" My voice sounded hoarse, barely louder than a whisper, but in the dead silence of the office, it hit like a slap.Damian blinked, his shoulders dropping just a fraction. He slowly raised his head, his dark eyes meeting mine. Th
“I’ll make Damian pay for everything. IIwhispered to myself as I stepped out of the hotel’s glass doors, the cold night air slapping my face with sharp clarity.My heels echoed against the pavement as I hurried to the car. I didn’t look back ,not at Damian, not at Ava, not at the mess I was leavin
I was close to the dining table when a sudden thought flashed across my mind,I had forgotten to send Ava the message.I stopped mid-step, turned sharply, and rushed back to my room.My hands worked quickly, almost on instinct. I snatched my phone from the vanity, unlocked it, and navigated straight
The air around the house that day was fresh,yet the thickness could be felt far beyond a thousand metres. Outside, the evening wind rustled the bougainvillea by the gate, but inside, not a single sound stirred.Damian pulled up in the driveway, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. The
Ava walked into the office that day with the same elegance she wore like armor — a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips, a silk blouse that caught the light, her heels clicking in deliberate rhythm against the polished floor. But no amount of poise could soften the heaviness that hung in the air







