LOGINEthan's phone buzzed.
A single message appeared from an unknown contact
“She has the drive. The game has started.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened. He’d tried to bury the past, but the past was coming for them both — and this time, he wasn’t sure who would survive it.
He reached for his coat and whispered to himself,
“Aria… stay away. You have no idea who you’re really fighting.”~Aria's POV~
The flash drive glowed faintly in Aria’s hand as her car sped through the rain. She didn’t go home. Home wasn’t safe anymore. Instead, she drove to the one place she still trusted — Sienna’s apartment.
Sienna Hart had been Aria’s personal assistant for four years — loyal, efficient, and dangerously clever. When Aria walked through the door, soaked and silent, Sienna didn’t ask questions. She simply locked it behind her.
“I assume that look means we’re past damage control?” Sienna said dryly.
Aria dropped the flash drive on the counter. “I need this decrypted — quietly.”
Sienna hesitated. “You think someone inside the company set you up?”
Aria’s gaze hardened. “I think it goes higher than that.”
Before Sienna could respond, the apartment buzzer rang.
Both women froze.Sienna frowned. “It’s late—”
“Open it,” Aria ordered.
The man at the door was tall, clean-cut, dressed in an expensive charcoal suit — confidence wrapped in charm.
“Ms. Donovan,” he greeted smoothly. “I’m Luca Moretti. Independent investor. I believe we have mutual enemies.”Aria’s instincts screamed danger.
“Investors don’t visit at midnight,” she said.Luca smiled. “Only the ones who know the game is rigged. You were framed — and I can prove who paid for it.”
Sienna exchanged a glance with Aria. The flash drive was still on the table, its secrets waiting to be revealed.
Aria studied Luca’s face. He was too calm. Too sure.
“Why help me?” she asked.
His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Because the people who betrayed you… betrayed me first.”Outside, thunder rolled again — and in that moment, Aria realized she wasn’t the only one waging war.
The room glowed with the eerie light from Sienna’s laptop. The flash drive had finally decrypted, revealing a maze of financial transfers, offshore accounts, and forged authorizations — all under Aria’s name.
Sienna’s voice trembled. “They framed you perfectly. Every transaction looks like you signed it.”
Before Aria could respond, her phone buzzed violently. It wasn’t a message — it was a live call from DonovanCorp’s Legal Department.
She hesitated, then answered.
“Ms. Donovan,” the voice of Chairman Victor Hayes came cold and precise. “You are hereby suspended from your duties effective immediately.”Aria’s breath caught. “On what grounds?”
“Evidence of financial misconduct has surfaced — billions in unauthorized transfers. The board voted unanimously.”
Her grip on the phone tightened. “You can’t—”
The line went dead.
Sienna stared at her, horrified. “They moved fast. Too fast.”
Luca, standing by the window, didn’t look surprised. “They were waiting for the right trigger. That flash drive wasn’t just bait — it was the trap.”
Aria’s screen lit up again. A new message appeared — no sender.
“Now you understand, Aria. Walk away quietly, and we’ll keep your name clean. Fight us, and we’ll make sure your empire burns with you.”
Her world spun. Everything — her legacy, her father’s company, her years of sacrifice — crumbled in one night.
Sienna whispered, “Aria… what do we do?”
Aria lifted her head, eyes cold as steel. “We don’t beg. We fight.”
She walked toward the window, rain streaking down the glass like tears she refused to shed.
Behind her, Luca murmured, “They’ve taken your crown, Donovan. What’s your next move?”
Aria turned to him, voice sharp with fury and resolve.
“Simple. I take it back — and make every one of them regret ever underestimating me.”Aria stood by the roadside, her phone pressed to her ear before finally lowering it. Rowan had not picked up. She exhaled slowly and opened her messages.I need to attend to something urgent this morning. I might be late. I will explain later.She stared at the screen for a second before pressing send.“Please understand,” she murmured to herself.A taxi slowed in front of her.“Madam, where to?” the driver asked, leaning slightly toward the passenger window.She opened the back door and slid in. “Central Police Department,” she said quickly.The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “That side has traffic at this hour.”“I know,” she replied. “Please just go.”He nodded and pulled back into the road.The city was already loud. Honking horns. Pedestrians rushing. Vendors calling out. Aria folded her hands tightly on her lap.You will be fineJust get thereDo not think too muchHer phone buzzed briefly but she ignored it, staring ahead instead.After a few minutes, the ca
Ethan’s hands trembled as he grabbed his phone from the desk.“No, no, no,” he muttered under his breath. “This cannot be happening.”Through the glass walls of his office, he could see employees gathering near the lobby. His throat felt dry.He quickly dialed Victor’s number.“Pick up,” he whispered. “Pick up.”After a few rings, the call connected.Victor’s voice came through thick and sleepy. “Ethan… "“They are here,” Ethan blurted out.A pause. “Who is here?”“The police. Right in front of the company. I can see them from my window.”There was rustling on Victor’s end, as if he had suddenly sat upright. “Calm down,” Victor said, his voice sharpening slightly. “Have they entered yet?”“I do not know. They are downstairs. Employees are staring like I am some criminal.”“Listen to me carefully,” Victor said firmly. “Do not panic. Panic makes you look guilty.”“They are going to question me,” Ethan said, pacing now. “What if they have evidence? What if someone talked?”Victor exhaled
Aria’s eyes snapped open and she blinked at the ceiling. The light in her room was too bright. Too high.She turned sharply toward her bedside clock.Mid day.“What?” she gasped, pushing herself up. “No, no, no.”She grabbed her phone and checked the time again as if it would change.“I overslept,” she whispered in disbelief. “How did I oversleep?”She threw the blanket aside and rushed out of bed, her hair messy around her shoulders. “You are going to be late. Perfect. Just perfect.”She hurried into the washroom, squeezing toothpaste onto her brush with shaking hands. As she began brushing, her movements slowed.Memories began creeping in.“Why are we stopping here?” Aria had asked the night before, looking through the window.Rowan had parked the car smoothly and unfastened his seatbelt. “Get down,” he said simply.“You still have not told me where we are going.”He smiled slightly. “Trust me.”She stepped out and looked up at the building. A spa. The entrance was softly lit, glass
~ETHAN'S POV~“Pull yourself together,” he muttered under his breath. “You are the CEO. Act like one.”His hands were trembling. Not slightly. Not subtly. They were shaking in a way that made his chest tighten even more. The news from the night before had not slowed down. If anything, it had grown louder. Every headline felt like a finger pointing directly at him.He ran a hand through his hair and paced the room.“What if they know?” he whispered to himself. “What if someone talks?”His breathing grew uneven. The walls felt closer than they were. He suddenly stopped and turned sharply toward his bedside drawer. He pulled it open and took out a small container of pills. His fingers fumbled with the lid.“Just to calm down,” he told himself. “Just to steady your nerves.”He poured some into his palm. Then added more. Almost a handful. Without thinking twice, he tossed them into his mouth and grabbed the glass of water beside the bed. He swallowed hard, the pills scraping his throat on
The moment I stepped outside, I saw his car parked neatly by the curb. Rowan leaned slightly against the driver’s door before straightening when he noticed me. He walked around and opened the passenger door without a word.“Good evening, Amelia,” he said softly.“Good evening,” I replied.He was dressed simply. A fitted black long sleeve shirt with the sleeves folded neatly at his wrists. Dark trousers. Nothing flashy. Nothing loud. But it suited him in a way that felt intentional. Clean. Controlled. On his left wrist rested a silver watch with a black leather strap. Minimal design. Elegant. It caught the faint glow of the streetlight as he adjusted his sleeve.I slid into the passenger seat and he closed the door gently before walking around to the driver’s side. The engine hummed to life and we pulled away from the house.For the first few minutes, neither of us spoke. The city lights blurred past the window. I folded my hands on my lap and finally turned slightly toward him.“Where
~ARIA'S POV~“Get yourself together, Aria. You are not a teenager waiting for a date.”The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, soft but firm, as I stood in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around my chest. My reflection stared back at me, eyes steady, lips slightly parted like I was waiting for an answer from myself. I had not given Rowan a response. Not yes. Not no. Yet deep down, I knew he would still show up at seven. And that knowledge alone was enough to make my chest feel tight.I stepped fully into my room, the warmth from my bath still clinging to my skin. My hair was damp, dark strands resting against my shoulders, droplets sliding slowly down my back. I closed the door behind me and leaned my back against it for a moment.Why does this feel like a big dealWhy are you overthinking thisIt is just RowanJust your managerJust someone who insists too muchI moved away from the door and walked toward my closet. I opened it slowly, like I was afraid the
~ETHAN'S POV~“She ruined everything, Aunt Margaret.”The words left my mouth heavier than I expected. I stood in front of her, my palms damp, my chest tight. I hated myself even as I spoke, but fear pushed me forward. Fear of losing everything I had fought so hard to keep.Margaret froze where she
I stood in front of Rowan’s office door for a second longer than necessary, my fingers curled lightly at my side. The sting on my cheek had faded into a dull heat, but the humiliation of what had just happened outside still clung to me. I knocked once and heard his calm voice.“Sit down, Amelia.”T
~ANNA'S POV~Her backpack sat lightly on one shoulder, but her body felt heavier than she remembered. Not from pain alone. From being seen.She could feel it before she heard it.Whispers.Gasps.She passed a group of students near the hallway and one of them turned around sharply.“Is that her?”“
~ARIA'S POV~“Good morning, Amelia,” someone said softly as I passed.I paused for half a second, surprised, then smiled. “Good morning.”Two steps later, another voice followed. “Morning, Amelia.”I smiled again, nodding. By the time I reached the elevator, I had greeted at least five people. My s







