LOGINThe First Blow
Damian's POV
“Damian, have you taken a look at the investors list to see the latest shareholder report?” Carter’s voice vibrated with so much urgency, and I know it wasn't the ordinary one. I could see all the disbelief in his face as he leaned over my desk.
I froze, as I await whatever news he was to bring. The coffee in my hand almost spilling. “What… what exactly are you talking about?” I asked, already scared of the answer that would follow.
He tapped the screen twice. “Isabella Adeniran is the one. She… she’s finally climbed the business ladder and had acquired twenty percent of Cole Enterprises. But she didn't do it alone, it's through the help of foreign investors. No one saw any of this coming. The board as we speak right now is in chaos.”
I felt my stomach twist as I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. My pulse jumped to a high beat. “Isabella of all people? How...why…how did she achieve that? That’s really impossible.”
Carter shook his head, completely confused as I am, his eyes wide from explaining without details. “It’s real, Damian. Everything is legal, and well documented. She’s nothing like the fragile woman Selene used you to humiliate years ago. As we speak right now, she's the major threat...a threat to many business deals now."
I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. I was unable to contain my anger. My rage boiling like water that I feared I might burst. “She's a threat?” I muttered. “She’s… she’s extremely brilliant. And right now… now she’s back, and very dangerous.”
And yes, am I jealous? I am very jealous too. My chest tightened as my mind flashed back to her entrance at the gala when she first returned. The way she looked so stunning in her dress, turning heads in the ballroom.
The way she effortlessly commanded respect, doing nothing special to attract it. The way she radiated with so much fire and authority. She wasn't mine any longer. Neither do I have any access to her. She has gotten to the point that she can strike and get anything she wants.
I stormed into the boardroom, and the moment I entered, all eyes turned to me, but I ignored all the stares like that don't matter, and of course, none of that matters to me. At one end, Selene was sitting with a smug look. She was sitting there with the thought that she's safe, but no, she doesn't know what is coming after her.
“Selene,” I snapped out of anger, my voice not friendly at all, lacking control. "Do by any chance, have any idea of what is happening right with control I barely contained. “Do you have any idea what’s happening?”
She glanced up, feigning complete innocence. “Excuse me?” Her tone sweet venom, like she has no idea what I'm talking about. “I haven’t done anything wrong that I can remember, Damian. What exactly are you implying?”
I slammed my hand in frustration on the table. “Don’t you dare play with me. You think this is one of your foolish game? Isabella isn't here to play. She has successfully brought foreign investors into my company, buying bigger shares than intended to be sold. She's here to occupy and take over everything, and you are completely blind to see it. "
Selene’s smirk suddenly disappeared, replaced by something different that I haven't seen. It was more like she's suddenly scare. "Did you just say Isabella? That can't be happening."
“Oh, it’s already happening now,” I growled. “And she’s not just here to take over. She's very meticulous, strategic in her take over. And to handle that, she's slowly dismantling us in piece. You, me, the little pathetic scheme that you involved me in. They are all under her control right now.”
I saw her eyes widen, as she was trying to recover from the shock. As I was still speaking with her, Carter then nudged me to get my attention. "Damian..this is not all. Selene here is planning something dubious. She's planning to pin a fake pregnancy on you, to tie you down with it."
I felt my chest tighten on hearing that. I couldn't believe my ears, that she was so desperate to take over completely that she opted to using such dubious truck. What will she gain for manipulating me to that extent? Isn't it enough that she orchestrated my divorce with Isabella?
I turned to fully face Selene. “So you’re faking it, you are not pregnant as you claimed?"
She recoiled, startled at how Carter was able to find out. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t act surprised, drop the act already,” I said between gritted teeth. “You took me for a fool that I will fall for your trick all over again without making my investigation?"
Before she could think of denying it, Carter stepped forward, and handed me a file. “We have concrete evidence backing up everything, Damian. Proof that all the tests she presented were all falsified. Everything; starting from the doctor’s notes, to the numerous lab reports, even forged emails.”
I quickly scanned the documents, carefully taking notes of everything written down there. "You dared lie to me again? You tried to carry out your manipulation again? To destroy your sister as she had done before? You didn't get it right this time, as Isabella isn't one to play a foul okay with. Her come back isn't to kid around, but to revenge your claims on her."
The boardroom remained silent, with no one making any attempt to speak. I knew they all had a lot to say, but the fear of Isabella made them to keep shut. And I knew Isabella didn't just come to fight her half-sister, Selene. She was here to reclaim all that had been taken from her forcefully. But one thing bothered me; will I be spared in her fight? Will she spare me because of old good days? Or will she start her revenge from me?
Across the TableBella's POVVictor Kane looked different without an audience. I had always seen him in rooms where he was performing. The gala, the investor lunch, the private restaurant where he had offered me an alliance and I had smiled and taken notes while he believed he was winning. In every one of those settings he had moved with the particular ease of a man who had spent decades being the most powerful person present.He did not look like that this morning. He sat across my conference table at 8:00 a.m. with Carter beside him and Damian two chairs to my left and Elena at my right hand. He was still dressed impeccably, still carrying himself with the posture of a man who had never learned how to shrink. But his eyes were different. There was something in them that I had not seen there before."He was afraid, very good." I said quietly to myself. Fear was information, and a man who was afraid would tell me things a comfortable man never would."You have twenty minutes," I said.
The Devil CallsDamian's POVElena's message came through at 2:17 in the morning.I read it twice, it was a planted paralegal inside Patricia's office. Daniel crews, 26 years. On Margaret's payroll for four months before we even started building the case. She had anticipated us so completely that she had placed someone inside our legal team before we had decided to engage one. The patience of the woman was the most frightening thing about her.I called Carter immediately. He confirmed everything Elena had found and added more. Daniel crews had been careful but not careful enough. The phone records were clean and the payment trail was traceable all the way back to Margaret's offshore structure. We had everything needed to go to Patricia in the morning with the full picture."Don't tell Patricia tonight," I said. "We do this in person. First thing. I want to see her face when she hears it and I want to be watching her reaction before I decide what to say next.""Understood," Carter said
Money TalksElena's POVI have always believed that if you follow the money far enough and carefully enough, it will eventually tell you everything you need to know about a person.Margaret Adeniran was no exception.I started the financial trace the moment I left Patricia's office. Carter had his team working the Cole Enterprises side and I had mine pulling everything connected to the Adeniran estate accounts. Neither of us was sleeping tonight. Patricia had said twelve hours and we all understood that was generous.By midnight I had the first thread. Three Adeniran estate accounts had registered outgoing transfers in the last 72 hours. Not large amounts individually and small enough to fall below automatic flagging thresholds. But when you mapped the pattern and added them together, the total was significant. And every single transfer had landed in the same offshore holding structure we had already connected to Margaret through the earlier shell company records.I sat back and looke
The SigningDamian's POVShe was already at Patricia's office when I arrived and somehow that still surprised me.I don't know why it should have. Bella had never been late to anything that mattered in all the years I had known her. She treated punctuality as a form of respect and she gave it consistently to anything she considered worth her time. She was sitting at Patricia's conference table with the physical copy of the amended will in front of her and her hands folded calmly on the surface.But something about her was different this morning. I could not have explained it to anyone who didn't know her the way I knew her. Her posture was the same. Her suit was immaculate, deep charcoal, the kind she wore when she intended to be taken seriously. But underneath all of that was something I hadn't seen before. She was quiet, not the controlled quietness she used as a weapon. Something lighter. Like a woman who had set something very heavy down and was only now feeling the difference.Wh
His VoiceBella's POVI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes I saw Margaret on my sofa. Pearl earrings and a warm smile. Both hands wrapped around mine like she was the most devoted woman in the world. I kept hearing her voice warning me about Victor, planting seeds of doubt about Elena, performing concern so well that if I hadn't known the truth, I would have believed every single word she said.That was the most frightening thing about her. Not the money she had been moving. Not the schemes but It was the performance. The way she could look you in the eye and fill you with warmth while quietly taking everything from you.I was dressed by 5:30 and in the car by 6.Elena was already standing at the bottom of the steps when my car arrived at the West Village brownstone. She handed me a coffee without saying a word. We stood together in the cold for a moment before going in. I had always loved that about her. She understood when silence was the right offering.Arthur Pem
What the Dead Leave BehindElena's POVThere are moments when you realize you have been carrying something for far too long.I had been carrying mine for three years.His name was Arthur Pemberton. Seventy-one years old, almost retired, and the private legal representative of Franklin Adeniranfor nearly two decades. He lived in a brownstone in the West Village that smelled of old paper and lemon polish. He had agreed to see me only because I had used a specific phrase in my message to him. A phrase I had found tucked in the back of a journal Franklin had sent Bella the Christmas before he died. Three words in his handwriting, folded into the back cover like a whisper left for the right moment.The January clause.Bella had never opened that journal fully. It had sat on her shelf in London for two years, too painful to read completely. When I went looking through her things after everything with Damian and the suppressed will, I found the note. Three words, and beneath them, an address







