Celeste POV (Third Person)At Celeste’s Private Residence The knock echoed once.Then again, but more firmer.Celeste West stood motionless in the center of her penthouse suite, the hem of her satin robe brushing her ankles like a whisper. The TV behind her still played muted headlines, her own face now accompanied by phrases like “investigation,” “fraud,” and “leaked recordings.”She didn’t move to answer the door. She already knew what was coming.Three more knocks. Then a voice, calm but official:“Federal agents. Ms. West, please open the door.”A slow inhale. Then another.She stepped toward the door, unhurried, still poised, still polished. Her reflection in the glass was perfect, high cheekbones, calm eyes, controlled elegance.But when she opened it, everything changed.Two agents stood on the threshold. No swat gear or grand entrance. Just the weight of inevitability in their black coats and badges.“Celeste West,” one said. “You are under arrest for conspiracy to defame, ob
Michael’s POVGray Enterprises (Michael Office)The room was too quiet. Unnaturally still, not even a shuffle of paper. Just the soft hum of the servers behind the wall, a sound so faint most people forgot it was there.Not me.I knew everything that hummed quietly was always hiding something louder underneath.Miss Leighton stood by the windows, holding a thin black folder with a silver tab. The one I hadn’t let anyone touch.Until now. She approached slowly, handing it over, I opened it.It wasn’t a shock, seeing the name. But it still sank somewhere deep in my chest, like a weight dropped in water. Quiet and heavy.A man with a clean face, no social trail, and just enough power to keep every government audit neatly away from West Enterprises for over a decade. A man whose loyalty wasn’t to truth or profit, but to Celeste.They always kept one person above the dirt.And now I had him."Let’s set a trap with fake official-looking documents," I said.Miss Leighton didn't hesitate. She
Clarisse's POVThey said it wouldn’t come to this.They told me the board would panic, that Michael would fold, and Riley would cave under the weight of scandal and shame like all the others before her. But no one told me what to do when the entire city turned cold.Now I sat in a private suite in my father’s second legal office, not even the downtown one. That was already swarmed. This one was dim, windowless, and smelled like paper and panic. The walls felt closer every time I blinked."You're not listening to me," I snapped.Three attorneys sat opposite me, each with a laptop and dead eyes. One of them adjusted his glasses, unimpressed."We’re listening. Just waiting for you to stop blaming everyone else."My stomach twisted."It wasn't my idea. The drugging? That night at the club? My father was the one who pushed it. He wanted Michael to agree to his terms and accept the proposal. I didn't touch the drink. I didn’t pour it. He did. I can testify quietly in private without cameras
Riley’s POVAt Gray Enterprises, Riley’s Office In The Morning.The office buzzed around me, printers humming, distant chatter from the corridor, the occasional clack of heels. But I barely registered any of it.My desk was a mess of flagged reports, half-finished notes, and a lukewarm coffee I hadn’t touched since it landed beside me.Then my phone buzzed. Once. Twice.I glanced down. Aria.Aria Your livestream is still trending.Girl, you blew up.I’m coming this weekend. We’re drinking, we’re gossiping, and you’re telling me everything.A laugh slipped out, small, tired, but real. It filled my chest in a way I hadn’t felt in days.I leaned back in my chair, thumbs hovering over the screen for a second before I responded.Me :Deal. Just no red wine on the couch. I like my furniture untraumatized.She replied immediately.Aria :Fine. Tequila it is. And I’m bringing chips. Don’t argue.I didn’t. I put my phone down and actually smiled, A real one.Because after everything, the head
Clarisse’s POV***At Langford Conference Room***The conference room smelled like cold coffee and panic.The lights overhead buzzed faintly. Someone had turned the air conditioning up too high, and Clarisse’s hands felt cold.She sat stiffly at the long table, arms crossed, a legal pad in front of her with nothing written on it. Around her, the lawyers were no longer huddled, just scattered, quiet, some checking their phones, some avoiding her entirely.Across the room, her mother sat in a low chair by the window, a half-wrinkled tissue clutched in one hand. She wasn’t crying anymore, just staring blankly through the glass as if waiting for something to undo itself.Her father stood near the far wall, arms folded, jaw working. He hadn’t spoken in fifteen minutes.Then finally, his voice, low and sharp.“They have the footage of the drink. You’ve sunk the company.”Clarisse flinched. “That wasn’t...Dad, it was both of us. You said...”He turned. His eyes didn’t burn. They were cold. “
**Eden Kai’s Streaming Studio** Riley’s POVThe walls were matte black. Bare of logos, and digital backdrop.Just a single light over the chair where I sat, with my spine straight, palms flat on the desk. I showed up without makeup, stylist or cue cards.Just me, and the truth.Eden stood behind the camera. She gave me a single nod.I smooth my palms against my pants to keep steady.I took a deep breath and hit the button to go live.The red dot blinked. My heartbeat syncs with the blinking of the livestream “LIVE” indicator.And the world turned its eyes.I leaned in, the desk cold under my palms. I didn't start with any small talks, or fake smiles.Just went straight to the point.“They told you I was sleeping my way to power.They told you I was a nobody who got lucky.They told you I was trouble.They told you I asked for it.”Paused for a bit.“Let me tell you what they didn’t tell yu.”I opened the folder beside me.One by one, I pulled out receipts, hard copies. Not just wo