LOGINOne night. One mistake. One man who was never meant to touch her. Estella Duan thought she could walk away from Aizen Deveraux without consequences—until he became her CEO… and the architect of a game designed to break her. In a world of power, secrets, and corporate war, Estella is forced to fight alone when her name is dragged into a scandal that could destroy everything. But the deeper she falls, the more she realizes the truth: She was never chosen. She was placed. And the man she’s starting to crave is the same man who’s been using her from the very beginning. Now the line between desire and betrayal is gone— And crossing it might cost her everything.
View MoreThe morning light over the golf course was too clean.Too calm.It didn’t match the tension tightening under Estella’s skin.She stood on the grass, adjusting her grip on the club—precise, controlled, exactly how she had been taught.From a distance, she looked flawless.Up close—She was holding herself together.This wasn’t a meeting.This was positioning.And she was being placed exactly where Aizen wanted her.“Too rigid.”His voice came from behind her.Close.Too close.Estella didn’t turn.“I’m fine.”Aizen stepped in anyway.Right behind her.No hesitation.No permission.His hand reached forward, covering hers on the grip of the club.Warm.Steady.Deliberate.“You’re forcing it,” he said quietly, his voice lowering near her ear. “Relax.”Her breath caught—just slightly.Not enough to notice.Enough to feel.This is instruction.Just instruction.Nothing more.Except it wasn’t.Because he didn’t step back.Because his hand didn’t move.Because his presence wasn’t neutral.“Wh
The investigation room wasn’t cold.It just felt that way.Estella sat straight, hands folded on the table, posture flawless—too flawless for someone being accused of breaching a restricted system.Across from her, three members of internal audit reviewed the data projected on the screen.No one smiled.No one softened their tone.Good.That made things easier.“Miss Duan,” the lead investigator began, “your credentials were used to access Orion files at 02:14 AM.”A beat.“Explain.”Estella didn’t rush.Didn’t defend.Didn’t react.“I was at home,” she said calmly. “My devices were inactive. No login initiated from my end.”“That’s not evidence.”“No,” she agreed. “But it’s verifiable.”A slight shift in the room.Confidence always made people uncomfortable—especially when it wasn’t backed by panic.She opened the folder in front of her and slid a document forward.“I didn’t review just the access,” she continued. “I reviewed the behavior.”The investigator frowned. “Behavior?”Estel
Estella knew something was wrong the moment she stepped out of the elevator.It wasn’t loud.No alarms. No raised voices.Just… absence.Too many eyes. Too little sound.People who usually greeted her suddenly found something else to look at—screens, documents, anything but her. Conversations dropped the second she passed. A few whispers slipped through anyway.Not subtle.Not accidental.Decided.Estella didn’t slow down.She walked straight to her desk, placed her bag down, and turned on her computer with steady hands.Control first. Reaction later.The screen lit up.A notification appeared instantly.𝗦𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁 : 𝗨𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 – 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁Her pulse didn’t spike.It sharpened.Estella clicked it open.Data flooded the screen—timestamps, access routes, credentials.She scanned quickly.Efficient.Focused.Then stopped.𝗨𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗗: 𝗘.𝗗𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹: 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻 – 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗧?
Estella Duan adjusted the thin strap of her black dress as she stepped into the ballroom. Too bright. Too loud. Too calculated. Crystal chandeliers scattered gold across the room, reflecting off polished glasses and expensive watches. Conversations flowed in low, controlled tones—nothing here was ever said without purpose. She didn’t belong. But she wasn’t here to belong. She was here because she had been told to come. “Attend the Vraux investor gathering tonight,” Terry had said that afternoon, voice precise, leaving no room for questions. “You’ll meet one of Valcor’s potential partners. Keep it professional.” A simple instruction. Except nothing involving Vraux was ever simple. Estella moved deeper into the room, her steps measured, her gaze observant. Faces blurred together at first glance, but she noted what mattered—who stood close to whom, who spoke too quietly, who avoided certain names. Patterns. That was always where the truth hid. A waiter approac












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