Kylie POV
My eyes fluttered open. I gently glanced around, and my eyes met with Mia's concerned face. “Kylie! Thank goodness! I was so scared!” She held my hand. “What happened? How long have I been here?”I murmured out, raising my head when Mia supported me up the bed, with a pillow at my back. “You fainted, Kylie, we had to rush you here,” Mia explained. I placed my hand on my forehead, and everything that happened flashed through my head again. “Where is Jackson?” I raised my eyes. “He left not quite long. Work call,” she responded and continued, “How do you feel now?” The door flipped open and the doctor walked in. “Good day, Ms Kylie,” he greeted, slightly bowing his head. “ Zack, what is wrong with me? Am I pregnant?” Zack has been the family Doctor; Madam Wilson trusts him so much that if not for him, no one would handle Wilson's health care. “No” he responded with a smile on his face. “ So what is the issue?” I took a deep breath, realizing it was nothing close to Mia's assumption; anything else could be handled. “Your body shut down due to excessive stress; you have been pushing yourself too hard, and if you don't take time to rest, the time will eventually take itself out. I am sure you don't want that to happen” He explained. “Yeah, I get it. Can I go home today?” I asked, staring into Zack's eyes. “Uhmm-”. “No!” Mia interrupted and continued, “He just said you need to rest, Right?” She glanced at Zack. “Oh yes!” He nodded his head. “I will need to monitor your bed rest,” he added, leaving the room as he slammed the door behind himself. “Really?” I glanced at Mia, making a baby face. “Yes.” She placed her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed it back on the bed. “************************ I arranged my things immediately Zack confirmed I could leave the hospital. I grabbed my bag, humoring, my head gently shaking. “Why are you so happy?” Mia asked. I glanced at her where she was seated “More than happy. This place is like a prison. I can't even do anything,” I responded, and a little smile appeared on my face. “Hey, Ky,” Jackson's voice came from behind. “ I'm glad you are finally better,” he said; in his hand was a bouquet of sunflowers, a warm smile on his face as he handed it over to me. “This is so sweet of you” my heart flutters. I placed my nose on the bouquet, basking in the sweet aroma of the flowers. “ Thanks. You know, you don't have to do this, right?” I glanced at him. “I wanted to. It is not easy to be back in the land of living” he hummed. “How did you know I was leaving today?” I pushed him on his shoulder. “ Of course I know, Mia informed me every single step,” he responded. “Ohh,” I gasped, glancing at Mia and giving her a side-eye look. “Oh, look at the time! I am almost late for my meeting” She gave a trickling smile, closing the door behind herself. The drive to the house was warm and peaceful. Jackson and only engaged in small talk as the car approached the house. “Thank you, Jackson; I appreciate the ride,” I said, gently removing the seat belt. He smiled and answered “Anything for you. I will walk you Inside; I need to see for myself that you are settled,” I nodded, feeling gratitude and gestures within me. “You know I am no longer that small Kylie that ran after you in high school,” I stated, gently rubbing my hair. “Let me be the judge of that” he responded and opened the car door. I got in the living room, my stepmother Rachel, watching one of those shows that keep her from doing nothing in the house. She stood up and walked close to us. “ Kylie, I heard you have been spending the family money on yourself, why are you always all about yourself?” she asked, staring deep into my eyes. “Hello Rachel, how have you been? As you can see, I am fine” I responded, trying to act politely. “ hypocrite! That is who you are. You just pretend to be virtuous when you easily left your family for years, and you think you can just crawl back, claiming everything that isn't yours!” “coming from someone who slept with her best friend's husband!” I said, anger boiling through me. For the longest time, I have kept this within myself. I found out a few years after my stepmother moved in with us, shel and my mother used to be best friends. I resented my father so much that I didn't get a proper close-up from him till he passed away. “You knew?!-” Her eyes popped out, words got stuck in her mouth, and she blinked her eyes severally as she continued. “Well- You know nothing about what I and your father shared! Your father and I-”. “That's enough Rachel!” Jackson interrupted and continued “ Kylie doesn't deserve all this treatment from you! You should be ashamed of yourself” “And who are you again?” Rachel asked, staring at Jackson. “ a baby boy who can't even communicate his feelings!” She granted and added “Running after the same person who wouldn't look your way for decades!” “Enough!” I snapped out “ You can do whatever that suits you for all I care but you know what I won't stand?” pushing her chest with the tip of my finger “ Talking to my friend in that manner of yours. You will learn to respect not just me but also my friends. I'm done taking all your bullshit!” I stated and walked up the stairs. *********** Getting to the office very early, I knew it was going to be a busy week ahead for me. Considering how I was just resuming after a two-day bed rest, a lot of work to do. Not just mine, but with some very important documents which haven't been attended to by Madam Wilson because of her recent trip to Canada. “Who has been ringing my phone nonstop?” I murmured, glancing at my phone after the third time it rang. “ Oh, you.” A little smile appeared at the corner of my teeth, and I rested my back properly on the chair. “ Make it quick,” I said, placing the phone close to my ear. “What is this for?” His voice breaking from the other side of the phone. “ I figured we haven't finalized the divorce process. My lawyers will get in touch with you on the percentage of things listed!” “You must be delusional! Being a CEO is not enough, you still want to take all that I worked for?” He asked, and I bursted into laughter. “You worked for? Austin I made you everything that you are today! And I will take them back away from you!”Kylie's POVI shut down my laptop, my eyes burning from too many hours of typing reams of reports. Tomorrow morning's board meeting would be hell, I could just tell, but for now I just had to go home. The after-hours filing in my small corner office had been a success…no one, nothing had disturbed me. I leaned back, stretched out and tucked away my notes, while in my head repeating Mother's last words to me over and over: *Lead with compassion. Protect our legacy. Trust your heart.*Leaning my notebook on my elbow, I turned off the desk lamp and crept quietly out into the empty hall. My heels clanged off the tile floor. The building was empty except for the faint security lights and the subdued whir of the elevator at the far end of the hall. I crossed my arms over against the cold that had crept into the air.I touched the down arrow at the bank of elevators and sent Jackson a text: **"Just left office. Headed to the car."** In a couple of seconds, his message buzzed in: **"Safe driv
Jackson’s POVAmidst the chaos and tensed atmosphere, Emily seemed to be making funny moves…I perceived she is up to something. I sat in the security operations room long after everyone else had gone home. The glow of half a dozen monitors reflected in my glasses, the hum of servers and the tap of keyboards the only sounds. I paused the feed on one screen and leaned forward.Marcus asked “Still watching Emily’s video?”“Yes. I want to focus on her body language.”Marcus, our lead analyst, tapped the monitor. “She holds her shoulders like a boxer. That finger point? A straight threat.”I nodded. “She knows how to intimidate. It’s all in her posture and tone.”Marcus: “Her words were loud, but it was the silence afterward that told me she owns this space.”I exhaled. “I need to protect Kylie from that.”Marcus leaned back. “You want to change her security detail?”I stood and walked to the map wall. “Yes. And her routes. I want no risk of an ambush corridor.”Marcus studied the floor pl
Kylie's POVI walked the deserted corridors of the Wilson headquarters, my heels echoing on marble. The silence rang more hollow without Mother's guiding presence to direct me to where I was supposed to go. I lingered before the door to her old office and took a deep breath. So much history in this building—triumphs, covert strategizing, her calm voice when I lost my self-assurance.I opened the door and went inside. Light poured over the highly buffed desk where she spent countless hours. I placed my hand on its chilly surface and hovered there waiting for her to glance up at her papers and smile at me. Instead, the desk was vacant—just like she was.I walked around the room, seeing the leather armchairs, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, the photos framed on the wall of Mother and me at board meetings. Something was out of place on her desk: a cream envelope bearing my name, in beautiful script. My heart skipped. I reached out to pick it up.Time had stood still.I sat in Mother's seat
Rachel’s POVI sat at the small breakfast table in our sunny kitchen, staring at the crisp white envelope from the lawyer’s office. I had reread the will three times already this morning, and each time the words cut deeper. Fred, my son, entered in his usual calm way. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down across from me. He didn’t look angry or upset…just peaceful. “Morning, Mom,” he said, stirring sugar into his drink. “I assume you slept okay?” I forced a polite smile. “As well as I could.” I tapped the envelope. “The will reading went as expected.” Fred nodded. He didn’t need reminders. He’d been there. “Yes. Mother left Kylie a controlling share. I got twenty percent.” I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. “Yes.” Fred sipped his coffee. “We have a good stake, Mom. Twenty percent is still significant.” I snapped. “Significant? Do you know what ‘significant’ means to me? It means nothing. Kylie controls the company. She makes every decision. I am left watch
Kylie's POVI woke to the soft calling of my name, spoken by Anna, my nurse. Early light cut through heavy drapes, and the ache in my bones made my head spin."Kylie," Anna whispered, "I am sorry. Your mother passed away an hour ago. She clung to your hand until she passed." she said bringing back memories.My heart skipped. I sat up so abruptly I almost fainted. "Mother. dead?"Anna nodded, tears streaming. "She was at peace. Dr. Lim says she passed away suddenly."I clapped my hand over my chest. "I should've been there. I."Anna put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You were here. She knew you loved her."I slammed my eyes shut, guilt and grief crashing. "I'm so sorry, Mama."Anna returned. "Take your time. I'll go speak with Jackson."I staggered out of the bed and down the hall. Jackson was at the other end, eyes on the floor. He noticed me coming, relief and agony crossing his face. He rushed to meet me."Kylie," he said, "I heard." He held me tight.I rested my head on his sho
Lady Wilson's POVI've kept quiet long enough. I want to be a part of all this… I want to fight for my daughter, Kylie. But I am stuck sitting while she fights for herself. She is going to have to be strong, and of course she did not disappoint. And as for me… I have complete faith in every move, every plan, and every step she makes.I awoke at predawn, my bones as cold as stone. I screamed, "Anna?"Anna, my nurse, was already by my side. "Yes, Mrs. Wilson?""My head. it is afire."She put a cold compress on my forehead. "You have a fever. I will call Dr. Lim."I kept my eyes shut and tried to battle the dizziness. I fought to sit up. "Get me my will."Anna's eyes went wide with shock. "Your will? Now?Please," I whispered. "I must get it done."She assisted me and carefully lifted me up. "Of course."I relaxed back as Anna supported pillows behind me. I took the pen and paper on the bedside table. My hand trembled so violently I nearly lost the pen. Still, I struggled to write.My de
Jackson's POVI crouched over my console after midnight, my eyes locked onto the encrypted signal stream. There was silence around me except for the hum of the servers and the pounding on my keyboard."Team," I grumbled into my headset, "reading more chatter on channel Alpha-7. Breaking from their norms. Looks like they're concocting something new."Maria's voice crackled back. "On it, Jackson. I'll cross-check against our blacklist.""Elena," I went on, "monitor the front cameras. Let me know if anything moves outside.""Got it," she replied.I leaned in closer to the screen. The code was silky—packets moving through a dozen proxies. "Alpha-7 is pinging at irregular intervals. It could be a meetup or an asset drop."Arun, our cyber analyst, spoke up. “I’ll trace the last three hops. Give me ninety seconds.” I kept my eyes on the screen. Ninety seconds felt like hours. “Got it,” Arun said. “The last hops resolve to an IP block near the old warehouse district.” I frowned. “That’s
James's POVI stepped into the sparkling marble entrance of the Geneva International Trade Court building just after sunrise. My heart was pounding, but I kept my face calm. This morning, I only had one idea in mind: prosecuting the consortium leaders and getting this case in our favor.I went up to the reception desk."Good morning. I'm here for docket 2147's hearing," I said.The clerk typed away for a moment and glanced up."Mr. Mercer, you're in Room 3B on the second floor. Court begins at nine.""Thanks," I replied.I headed towards the elevators. When the doors opened, I spotted Elena and Michael waiting there."Morning," I said."Morning," Elena and Michael replied in unison.Elena leaned forward and whispered, "You ready?"I nodded. "As I'll ever be. Let's go."We rode in silence until the second-floor doors opened. Down the corridor, we went to Room 3B. The big wooden doors were open. Inside, the judge's bench was raised at the front of the room. Banks of chairs lined both si
Kylie's POVI appeared in the conference room exactly at midnight. The overhead lighting was switched off, and the only sound was computer hums. Michael, our Chief Legal Officer, and Elena, our Head of Security, stood near the long table. On the large screen, Jackson and James accessed through secure link.I cleared my throat. "Thanks for showing up at this hour. We have very little time. The consortium is preparing for its next move. We must be ready."Michael sat down and powered up his laptop. He was serious. "Kylie, we've frozen accounts we knew about. But the consortium accelerated at least a dozen new shell companies over the last twenty-four hours. We need more comprehensive legal authority.".Elena nodded to him. "On my side, I've updated firewall rules and blacklisted their known IP blocks. But they have proxy chains that change every day. We need rules that adapt in real time."Jackson's face appeared on screen. He spoke in a measured tone. "I can have alerts placed in our s