MasukThe custody hearing was set for nine a.m.By sunrise, the city already knew.News channels dissected leaked fragments of the Hale Trust dispute. Anonymous sources hinted at medical coercion. Commentators speculated about succession wars. Hale Enterprises stock trembled but did not collapse.Serena had underestimated one thing.Dominic was no longer protecting a company.He was protecting a family.And those were very different wars. ***Dominic stood alone in the underground suite one last time.The countdown on the dead man’s switch read:04:12:33Four hours until automatic release.Meredith stood beside him, silent.“If this triggers,” she said carefully, “there’s no rebuilding the Hale name.”Dominic nodded.“I know.”“You could still stop it.”“Yes.”She studied him.“You’re going to step down.”It wasn’t a question.Dominic exhaled slowly.“Yes.”Meredith’s eyes softened.“You’re choosing them.”He didn’t hesitate.“I should have six years a
The flashes didn’t stop.Cameras exploded in rapid succession, white light slicing through the dark field. Microphones thrust forward. Reporters shouted Dominic’s name over each other, hungry, electric.Serena Vale did not move.Not at first.But Dominic saw it.That fractional tightening in her jaw.She had not anticipated this.The officer hesitated mid-step, caught between protocol and spectacle.“Ms. Vale,” one reporter called sharply, “is it true you authorized a neurological procedure on your nephew six years ago?”Another voice followed:“Mr. Hale, are the allegations of corporate manipulation accurate?”Serena recovered in less than a second.She turned gracefully toward the cameras.“This is a private family matter,” she said smoothly. “I suggest you verify your sources before spreading damaging speculation.”Dominic glanced at Lila.She had orchestrated this.She had brought the press to the battlefield.Not to protect Dominic’s pride.To protect Eli.Serena thrived in silen
Dominic didn’t slow down.The coordinates burned in his mind as the private SUV tore through the highway darkness. He drove himself. No driver. No escort.No witnesses.If Serena had them, he would not wait for law enforcement.He would not wait for board approval.He would not wait for reason.The farmhouse rose from the horizon like a shadow—isolated, quiet, lights dimmed inside. Too quiet.Dominic cut the engine but didn’t exit immediately.His instincts screamed.Trap.Too obvious.Too convenient.His phone vibrated.Meredith.He ignored it.He stepped out of the vehicle and slowly approached the house, scanning the perimeter.No visible security.No additional vehicles.No movement.That made it worse.He reached the front door.It was slightly open.Dominic’s pulse thundered.He pushed it wider.“Lila?”Silence.The interior smelled faintly of dust and wood.And something else, fear.He moved through the hallway, checking corners, rooms, scanning for signs of forced entry.Then
Dominic Hale had lost companies before.He had lost bids.Lost partners.Lost leverage.He had never lost control.Until now.The official suspension notice sat open on the central screen, sterile and emotionless.CEO STATUS: TEMPORARILY REVOKEDAUTHORITY TRANSFERRED TO FAMILY TRUSTForty-eight hours until automatic data release.Seventy-two hours until custody hearing.A countdown to annihilation.Meredith had left an hour ago after forcing him to eat something he hadn’t tasted. The underground suite was silent except for the low hum of servers and the ticking digital clock on the far wall.Dominic stared at nothing.For the first time in years, there was no strategy forming behind his eyes.No counterattack.Just exhaustion.He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.And that was when it hit him.Not Serena’s voice.Not the footage.Not the board’s betrayal.Eli.The way the boy had said, You look sad.The way he had wrapped his arms around Dominic’s neck like it was natural.
Serena Vale did not panic.She adjusted.That had always been her greatest strength.While Dominic initiated injunctions and froze subsidiary accounts, Serena sat in the private trust office thirty floors above the city, reviewing the counter-filings with mild interest. The skyline behind her glowed gold against the late evening haze.“He moved faster than expected,” her legal advisor murmured.Serena closed the file slowly.“I trained him,” she said.There was no pride in her voice.Only precision.Six Years AgoDominic had not been weak.That had been the problem.He had been decisive. Brilliant. Too independent.When he informed the family he would not proceed with the Caldwell alliance, Serena understood immediately what that meant.Control would fracture.The Hale Trust operated on predictability—marriages negotiated, heirs vetted, succession guaranteed. Dominic was the linchpin of a twenty-year consolidation strategy. His marriage was meant to merge capital, political insulation
“So,” he said to the empty room. “There you are.”The hunt had begun.Dominic didn’t move for a long moment.Serena Vale.Primary authority on the trust activity log.Not a coincidence. Not a proxy. Not a shell.Her name.Clear.Intentional.Meredith stepped closer to the screen. “She just triggered executive trust surveillance.”Dominic’s expression didn’t change. “On me?”“Yes.”He gave a low exhale through his nose. Almost amused.“She’s not hiding anymore.”“No,” Meredith agreed. “She’s escalating.”Dominic tapped the console, pulling Serena’s financial movement history onto the central display. The data cascaded down the screen, fund transfers, asset shifts, encrypted subsidiaries, dormant biotech holdings suddenly active again.“Cross-reference this with six years ago,” he ordered.Meredith obeyed.The overlap was immediate.The same biotech subsidiary.The same off-ledger funding channels.The same neurologist listed under a classified research agreement.Dominic’s jaw tightene







