If Lucian was just the pawn…then who’s really holding the knife? Thanks for reading.....
The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of the internal server and the soft crackle of the fireplace. A storm gathered outside, rolling low across the New York skyline, lightning slashing through clouds, and casting jagged shadows across the glass. It felt like a reflection of everything unraveling inside.Damon stood by the window, one hand braced against the glass, eyes fixed on the blurred city he once controlled. Behind him, Juliette moved with quiet purpose, placing a cup of coffee on the side table without saying a word.“You heard it all?” he asked after a long beat.She nodded. “Every word. Hyde, Sierra, Celeste, it’s not just sabotage. It’s an internal coup”.Damon’s jaw tightened. “I brought them in. I trusted Hyde. Gave Sierra her promotion. I let them close”.Juliette leaned against the armrest of the nearby chair. Her gaze was steady, not accusing, just firm. “They underestimated one thing”.“What’s that?”“Us”.He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Not sure that’s enough
The glow of the city pulsed beyond the tall windows of Damon’s corporate tower, but inside the operations centre on the 45th floor, Juliette felt none of its energy. The lights here were dim, the air cold and sterile, and the tension so thick it made breathing difficult.She sat hunched over two encrypted laptops, one connected to the Thorne mainframe, and the other to a cloned version of the compromised flash drive. The original had vanished from the vault, stolen by someone using Damon’s credentials. But the clone, a hidden backup she had locked away in a safety deposit box under an alias, was now their last line of defense.And what it revealed chilled her.Lines of code and internal activity streamed across the screens — login times, user IDs, IP signatures. One recurring marker flashed over and over again.User: SG-7 | Proxy Node: Internal | Access Level: ExecutivePrimary Location: 45th Floor – Strategy and Development DivisionJuliette froze.She double-checked the logs. Then,
The air inside the penthouse was tight with unspoken words and unresolved fury.Juliette stood by the security display console, eyes fixed on the digital logs that had consumed her attention for hours. Behind her, Damon paced like a man trapped inside a collapsing fortress. His steps echoed with frustration, his silence even louder than his accusations.For two nights now, neither had truly slept. They moved around each other like shadows - present but detached, haunted by more than just the danger outside. It was the danger inside that had started to fray the edges of their bond.And neither of them could ignore it anymore.“I told you I had proof,” Juliette said, voice sharp, trying to break through his silence. “That login wasn’t me. I was at Mason’s bedside when the account was accessed”.Damon turned, eyes dark. “And I believe you”.“Do you?” she asked, turning slowly to face him. “Because ever since Cassandra showed you that file, you’ve been looking at me like I might be the ne
The night after Leo’s disappearance stretched long into the early hours of the morning, every second a slow drip of dread for Damon and Juliette.Juliette hadn’t slept. She sat curled in the leather armchair of Damon’s study, her eyes fixed on the wall-mounted monitor that displayed a looping feed of the building’s live security channels. Her fingers clutched a mug of now-cold tea she couldn’t bring herself to drink. Each flicker on the screen made her heart thump faster.Down the hall, Mason lay under tight medical watch, still recovering from the recent attack. The memory of the bruises on his body kept flashing through her mind like a living nightmare.Damon had secluded himself in the library, the only room without cameras. Even Garrick hadn’t been allowed inside. He’d dismissed the entire security team for the night, relying solely on two hand-picked guards at the penthouse door.Isolation was creeping in, not just from the outside world but from within their own walls.---------
The atmosphere in Damon’s war room, an ultra-secure conference suite on the top floor of Thorne Global, was more strained than ever. Screens lined the walls, flickering with data reports, security feeds, and satellite imagery. But none of it mattered if the people in the room couldn’t trust one another.Juliette sat at one end of the long table, her fingers wrapped tightly around a cup of untouched coffee. The night had bled into morning without rest. Her eyes burned from sleeplessness, but it was the tension in the room that truly weighed on her shoulders.Damon stood at the opposite end, flanked by Leo and security head Garrick. Between them were the remnants of the team they had pulled together — once united, but now splintered by fear, suspicion, and exhaustion.“Three data vaults accessed in the last forty-eight hours,” Garrick said, flipping through a report. “Each breach came from different internal entry points. Someone on the inside still has backdoor clearance”.“Which means
The air inside Thorne International’s crisis control room was electric with urgency. Banks of monitors cast cold light across the space, tracking news outlets, social media, stock fluctuations, and encrypted surveillance footage. Damon stood at the center, flanked by his most trusted cyber security analysts. Behind him, Juliette paced, arms folded tightly across her chest.New evidence had surfaced – files linking Celeste not just to offshore accounts and media leaks, but to a complex web of dummy corporations used to launder money.But it was the audio that changed everything, Vincent Graves caught in conversation with a shadowy figure known only as “Ramsay,” the silent financier behind Celeste’s war.Juliette hit play again, her voice taut. “They’ve been planning this for years. Since before you and I even got engaged. This was never about a single hostile takeover. They want to dismantle everything you built”.Damon’s jaw tightened. “Then we dismantle them”.He turned sharply to hi