Lisa’s POVI burst into Francis’s apartment, the door slamming behind me with a force that rattled the framed pictures on the walls. My fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. The betrayal burned in my throat. “How could you?” I spat, as I spotted him lounging on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, looking far too calm for the chaos he’d unleashed.He glanced up, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, but he didn’t stand. Just sat there, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Lisa,” he said. “I figured you’d show up sooner or later.”“Figured?” I marched toward him. “You go to my grandfather’s house, wave some ancient agreement in his face, and demand half the company? Half, Francis! And you didn’t even tell me? We were supposed to be in this together!” My voice rose, echoing off high. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my heart pounding like it wanted to escape my ribcage. All those nights we’d spent together, our plans to edge Christine out, to claim what was
Christine’s POVThe air in my corner office felt heavier than usual. His eyes burned with a stubborn intensity that I recognized all too well, a Harrington trait, one I’d inherited despite his insistence that I wasn’t “truly” one of them.“Christine,” he called, his voice filled with tremor of frustration, “you’re not listening. You have to find a way to stop Francis from taking the company. This isn’t just about you, it’s about our legacy, everything I’ve built, everything your father and I sacrificed for. If you can’t stop him, you’ll have to marry him. Whether you like it or not.”I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly under my weight, and fixed him with a steady gaze. My fingers, laced together on the desk, tightened slightly, the only outward sign of the fire sparking in my chest. “Marry him?” I repeated, my voice cold, each word cutting through. “You’re sitting there, holding proof of his betrayal, pictures of him with Lisa, and you’re still asking me to chain my
Christine’s POVI sat behind my desk in the corner office, The Harrington company headquarters, staring at the quarterly reports spread out before me. Numbers danced across the screen, no profits, no expansions on track too. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the chaos I’d unleashed at Grandfather’s mansion the night before. Lisa’s face when I dropped those photos… the feeling was priceless. And Grandfather’s hand clutching that damning image. It was all part of the plan I’d orchestrated.Shortly, a sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. My assistant, Linda, poked her head in, her brow furrowed. “Ma’am, Francis is here to see you. He says it’s urgent.”I leaned back in my chair, a faint smile tugging at my lips. Right on time. “Send him in.”Francis burst through the door moments later. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run his hands through it one too many times, and his tie hung loose around his neck. In his hand, he clutched a thick envelope, the edges offic
Lisa’s POVThe moment I stepped through the front door of my grandfather’s mansion, a crash echoed from the inside, as if glass shattering against the stone. My heart lurched, and I froze, my car keys still dangling in my hand. Another crash followed, then a bellowing angry and frustrated yell that made goosebumps all over my body. Grandfather’s voice roared through the walls. “He thinks he can steal it! Steal my company! That ungrateful boy!”I dropped my purse as I hurried toward him. My mind raced at the thought of Christine. It had to be Christine, I know she’s responsible for grandfather’s anger.My jaw tightened at the thought of her smug face, her perfect composure that always made me uncomfortable.When I reached the study, the sight inside stopped me cold. Grandfather stood behind his mahogany desk, his face alarming red, veins bulging at his temples. His white hair was disheveled, sticking out in wild tufts as if he’d been yanking at it. Papers were strewn across the floor,
Francis’s POVSince Christine said she wouldn’t marry me, I’d been a wreck, the pain of her rejection burning in my chest. I couldn’t keep it inside any longer, so I called my parents and spilled everything. The words tumbled out as I told them how Christine had looked me in the eye and said no. I could still see her face, those eyes cutting through me like I was nothing. My parents were silent on the other end of the phone for a long moment, when they finally spoke.“She rejected you?” my mother said, her tone sharp, like she couldn’t fathom the idea. “After everything? After the promise our families made?” Her words carried that familiar edge of indignation, the one she used when she felt the world had wronged us. My father’s voice came next. “That girl’s got no sense of duty. But don’t you worry, Francis. There’s an agreement. If Christine breaks the marriage pact, Fredrick owes you something substantial to make up for it.” He paused, probably stroking his chin. “That ‘something’
Christine’s POVThe next day, the morning air was cold against my skin as I stepped out of the car. I didn’t go to the family’s company today. The thought of sitting in that suffocating office, under Grandfather’s cold gaze, made my skin crawl. Instead, I headed to Cristainternational, my tech company, the one place where I could breathe, where I’d build something that was mine. The sleek, modern building loomed ahead, its glass building catching the winter light. My reflection stared back at me, my eyes steady despite the storm brewing inside. I looked like a woman in control, and I needed to be.I’d made my decision. I was done with the family’s company. Done proving myself to people who’d never see me as anything. I’d said no to marrying Francis, that spineless leech, and I knew Grandfather would cast me out soon enough. The family’s company wasn’t crumbling yet, but it wasn’t succeeding yet. One more push, one catastrophic misstep, and it would collapse under its own weight. That