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Face to Face With the Storm.

Penulis: Pr3shy V.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-18 18:35:21

~ Isabella ~

The glowing computer monitor in my private Vanguard office had stayed on all night. Before we left the building, my lead financial analyst had pointed at a single line of data. It was a decade-old wire transfer from Julian’s frozen bank accounts. The money had gone to a hidden company that no one in the Wolfe family owned. I spent the whole night thinking about that number. It was a small piece of text, but it felt like a heavy rock sitting on my chest. I did not sleep. My eyes fel
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  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    Complications.

    ~ Isabella ~"Drink this, Bella," Nathan said softly.He stepped into my view, holding a white paper cup. Steam rose from the top. He looked completely worn down, but his eyes were steady as he held the cup out to me."I don't want coffee," I said. My voice sounded thin and dry, like paper tearing."It's hot water with lemon," Nathan said."You haven't swallowed anything since six this morning. Please."I looked at his hand. The skin around his knuckles was scraped from the fight in the parking garage. He had taken a blow meant for my head, and he hadn't complained once.I took the cup. The paper was hot against my cold fingers. "Thank you."Nathan sat down in the plastic chair right next to mine. The metal legs scraped loudly against the linoleum tile. "How long has it been?" I asked, looking up at the round clock on the wall. The red second hand moved in steady, quiet clicks."Four hours and twenty minutes," Nathan said. I guess he had been tracking every single minute right alongsi

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    Men Outside the Hospital.

    ~ Nathan ~I leaned my back against the cold tile wall of the pre-op waiting room and closed my eyes. Every second felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest.Inside the operating room down the hall, doctors were getting Leo ready for his surgery. Isabella sat on a hard vinyl chair a few feet away Her face was pale, and her dark eyes were wide with a deep, silent fear.I hated seeing her like this."Nathan," Isabella whispered, her voice trembling slightly.I snapped my eyes open and stepped over to her, dropping down on one knee so I was at eye level with her. "I'm right here, Bella.""The security guards..." She swallowed hard, her eyes darting toward the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway. "Are you sure they are watching the main floor? What if Damian Cole tries something? He sent that message to my phone. He knows Leo is in this building."I reached out and placed my hand gently over her frozen fingers. She didn't pull away. That tiny bit of trust meant more to m

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    The Boy In the Waiting Room.

    ~ Leo ~I sat on the edge of the narrow hospital bed, swinging my legs slowly. The blue paper gown felt thin against my arms, and the air in the pre-op ward smelled like bleach, old rubber, and clean sheets.Through the clear glass window of my small room, I could see my sister, Isabella.She was walking back and forth in the hallway. Step, turn, step, turn. Her black heels made a quick, sharp sound against the white floor tile. *Click, click, click.* Her arms were wrapped tight around her waist, and her eyes were fixed on the floor.Bella thought she was hiding it, but I knew her better than anyone. She was terrified. Her shoulders were pulled up high near her ears, and every time a nurse walked past with a plastic tray, Bella jumped a little bit.Then, the heavy double doors at the end of the hall swung open.Nathan Wolfe walked in.He didn't wear his expensive suit jacket today. His dark tie was pulled down, his white shirt collar was open, and his sleeves were rolled up past his w

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    A Threat Against Leo.

    ~ Isabella ~The cold white floor of the hospital waiting room was so clean I could see my own shoes in it.I paced back and forth, counting my steps to keep my mind off the heavy smell of rubbing alcohol and old bleach. Ten steps to the water cooler. Ten steps back to the door. Every time I turned around, my knees felt weak.Leo’s surgery was in less than three days. My younger brother had waited so long for this transplant, his body beaten down by years of delayed treatments ever since Nathan cut off his funding while I was locked away. Now, everything was finally ready. The doctors were ready. The organ was secured. The Vanguard medical team had checked every single detail twice.Then my phone buzzed in my coat pocket.I pulled it out, expecting a message from Maya about Vanguard's stock status. Instead, it was an encrypted video file sent from an unlisted number.My fingers felt cold as I tapped the screen. The video opened to a low-resolution security feed of the hospital’s under

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    Burning the Last Bridge.

    ~ Nathan Wolfe ~The heavy mahogany doors of the executive boardroom clicked shut with a sharp, final sound. I sat at the head of the long glass table. My father’s old leather chair felt too big, I kept my elbows on the cold glass, my hands flat, staring down the six men and three women who represented the remaining board of directors for Wolfe Enterprises."You've lost your mind, Nathan," Harold Vance said. He was sixty-two, wore a gold watch that cost more than a house, and had been my father’s primary ally for twenty years. He slammed a thick stack of printed financial reports onto the glass table. "The media is calling us a sinking ship. Our stock dropped eighteen percent this morning. Eighteen percent!""It will stabilize," I said. My voice was low, flat, and raspy from lack of sleep."Stabilize?" another board member, a woman named Eleanor, scoffed. She leaned forward, resting her diamond-ringed fingers against the edge of the table. "You spent the last forty-eight hours handin

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    Entangled. For Better, For Worse.

    ~ Isabella ~I stared at the wall of monitors in the Vanguard war room, the cool blue light burning against my tired eyes. It was three in the morning. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Manhattan skyline was a silent grid of muted yellow squares.On the center screen, the internal Vanguard files Richard Sterling had leaked before vanishing were highlighted in harsh yellow. They were pieces of private communications, completely stripped of context—drafted strategy notes, old internal emails from my first days post-prison, and heavily edited audio logs. Cole’s media operatives had packaged them flawlessly. To any outsider reading the morning headlines, I didn't look like a disciplined CEO executing a defense. I looked like a ruthless, unstable woman driven by wild, unhinged vengeance.It was the exact same script from three years ago. The exact same public execution.Maya stood beside my desk, her tailored jacket thrown over the back of a chair, her dark hair pulled into a messy

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