เข้าสู่ระบบKINGSLEY’S POVThe room had never felt this quiet, not the calm kind of quiet.The dangerous kind.The kind that happens when everyone realizes something has just gone very wrong.Hailey’s voice had gone silent in the transmitter almost five minutes ago, which meant dinner was over. But no one in the war room had moved from their positions.Brandson stood near the main screen, arms folded tightly, his jaw locked so hard I was surprised his teeth hadn’t cracked yet.Across the table, her mother leaned over the console, replaying the last few minutes of the recording.Robert’s voice echoed through the speakers again.“Funny thing about betrayal…”The room tensed all over again as the sentence played.Even knowing what came next didn’t make it easier to hear.Robert continued through the speakers.“The traitor is usually closer than you think.”Brandson swore under his breath.“Turn it off.”But no one did.The recording continued until Robert’s voice lifted again.“To family.”The glass
HAILEY’S POVThe dress felt heavier than it should have, maybe it was because I knew what tonight meant or maybe it was because every step I took toward the door felt like walking deeper into Robert’s world.Brandson leaned against the wall with his arms folded tightly across his chest. He had been watching me get ready in complete silence for the last five minutes, and the tension rolling off him could have filled the entire room.“I still don’t like this,” he finally said.“That makes two of us.”He pushed away from the wall and stepped closer, studying my face carefully like he was trying to memorize it.“If anything feels wrong,” he said slowly, “you walk out.”“Brandson—”“I’m serious, Hailey.”His voice softened, but the warning stayed there.“I don’t care about the plan, neither do I care about the evidence. If that man even looks at you the wrong way, you leave.”I gave him a small smile.“You’ve always been overprotective.”“And you’ve always been terrible at protecting your
HAILEY’S POVMy feet stopped moving the moment I saw him.Kingsley.He stood near the long strategy table in the center of the underground room, one hand resting on the edge of it, the glow from several computer screens reflecting faintly across his face.For a second, the entire room faded.The people, the machines.The quiet hum of technology.All of it disappeared.Because the last time I saw Kingsley… my life had been falling apart in the prison.Now here he was, in the middle of my mother’s secret operation.His eyes lifted and met mine, shock flashed across them.Real shock, like he hadn’t expected to see me walk in either.For a moment neither of us spoke.His gaze moved slowly over me.Taking everything in.The prison had changed me.I knew it had.I could see it in the way people looked at me now.Kingsley noticed it too.But before he could say a word—Brandson stepped forward directly in front of me, like a shield.His shoulders squared and his entire body went rigid.“What
HAILEY’S PovThe board meeting ended exactly the way Robert wanted, with applause.Not loud applause, not genuine applause, just the polite kind people give when they’re afraid to disagree with the man controlling the room.Robert stood at the head of the table like a victorious general, explaining restructuring, talking about stability.Using words like “temporary authority” and “protecting the company’s future.”Everyone nodded, everyone pretended.I sat there quietly the entire time, watching and learning.I started counting the people who avoided my eyes, counting the ones who watched Robert instead.When the meeting finally ended, chairs scraped softly across the floor as the board members filed out, no one spoke to me.That was fine, I didn't need sympathy.I needed time.Robert gathered his papers slowly, deliberately, like he had nothing left to worry about.Then he stood and turned toward the door, toward the woman standing there that I didn't realize all this while.My mothe
Hailey's POV The prison gate closed behind me with a heavy metallic sound, for weeks that sound meant I couldn’t leave.Now it meant I was outside again and I was free now.Freedom should have felt lighter, instead it felt… dangerous.The air outside the prison walls was warmer than I remembered, too open and too exposed. I paused for a moment on the steps, letting the sunlight hit my face.I had imagined this moment every night in my cell.Walking out and breathing fresh air.But reality didn’t feel triumphant, it felt like the first step into a deeper trap.A black car waited near the curb, Brandson stood beside it.His posture was stiff the moment he saw me.For a second, something softened in his expression — relief maybe — but it disappeared almost immediately.I walked toward him slowly.“You came,” I said.“I always come when you need me.”His voice was calm but not warm.He opened the car door for me.“Where are we going?” I asked as I slid into the back seat.He didn’t answe
KINGSLEY’S POVI know freedom has a price, I just didn’t expect Hailey to pay it alone.The message reached me before sunrise, not a phone call, not a dramatic announcement. Just a quiet notification from one of my legal contacts.*Hailey Thompson has been released from custody.*For a second, I thought I was still half asleep, then I saw the attachment.The signed agreement.My stomach dropped, I read it once, then twice.Then a third time, slower this time, every word pressing deeper into my chest.Temporary corporate authority transfer, strategic operational oversight, emergency asset protection and all legal phrases.All harmless on the surface.But I know exactly what it means.Hailey handed Robert partial control of the company legally and voluntarily.My jaw tightened so hard it hurt.“No,” I muttered under my breath.She wouldn’t, she couldn’t.Unless she had no choice.My hands clenched around the tablet as I pushed away from the desk and paced across the room.The morning sk







