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The Ghost in the Boardroom.

Author: Pr3shy V.
last update publish date: 2026-07-13 19:14:03

~ Nathan ~

I sat alone inside my dark office at the Wolfe Corporate Tower in Manhattan. The digital clock on my desk glowed bright red. It was four o'clock in the morning. I pressed my hands against my tired eyes and rubbed them hard. My head pounded with a dull, heavy ache.

I was completely unable to sleep. I could not even focus on my regular business operations. My desk was covered in thick paper folders, but the words and numbers just looked like blurry black bugs crawling on the pages.

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  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    The Man She Trust.

    ~ Nathan ~"He went through a second routing hub in Zurich," the investigator said, leaning over his wide wooden desk. He slid a thin gray file folder across the smooth glass. "The IP address points directly to Vanguard’s internal network, but the physical location wasn't an outside breach. It was logged from a laptop inside the executive suite on the forty-second floor."I didn't pick up the folder. I didn't need to. I stared at the name typed on the white label at the top.Richard Sterling."Are you certain?" I asked. My voice sounded flat, stripped of any warmth."The digital signature matches," the investigator said, tapping the paper with a thick finger. "Sterling met with a Coldwell intermediary three times last month. Once in Midtown, twice in New Jersey. The money didn't go to his personal accounts. It went to a trust fund set up under his sister's married name."I stood up, buttoned my jacket, and walked out of the office without saying another word.The air outside was cool

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    What I'm Afraid Of.

    ~ Isabella ~The small plastic heart monitor on the wall went beep, beep, beep in a steady, quiet rhythm.I sat on a squeaky vinyl chair right beside the hospital bed, holding Leo's hand in mine. His skin felt warm and real. For months, his fingers had been cold and damp every time I touched them, but today his palm was dry. The pale, yellowish gray color in his cheeks was finally gone, replaced by a soft, healthy pink."You're staring at me again, Bella," Leo said, his voice raspy from sleep. He squeezed my fingers, though his grip was still light and weak. "It’s weird. Stop it.""I'm not staring," I said, leaning back into the hard plastic chair. "I'm checking to make sure you're actually breathing.""The machine does that for you," Leo said, nodding toward the small green monitor on the metal pole. "It makes enough noise to wake up the whole floor."I smiled, but the tightness in my chest didn't go away. I adjusted the blue cotton blanket over his chest, tucking the edges neatly un

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    A Door Left Open.

    ~ Isabella ~"Bella, drop whatever you are holding and come downstairs right now," Maya’s voice buzzed through my desk phone. She did not even say hello. Her breath sounded quick and shallow over the speaker."What happened?" I asked, setting down my pen. "Is it Leo? Is it Nathan?""It is the servers," Maya said. "The blue room. Floor three. Do not bring anyone with you except Sterling."I hung up the receiver and stood up so fast my desk chair rolled back against the glass wall. My heart hit against my ribcage in three hard beats. I opened my office door and motioned for Richard Sterling, who was standing near the elevator with a stack of black leather folders."Richard, with me," I said, keeping my voice low. "Third floor. Right now."Sterling adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and tucked the folders under his arm. "Is everything alright, Isabella? You look pale.""We are about to find out," I said.We took the private stairs down to the third floor. The hallway outside the server roo

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    Buying Loyalty.

    ~ Nathan ~I put down my pen and looked up as the door to my office opened.Mark Hayes, my head of business operations, stepped inside. He did not sit down. His hands were shaking, and he was holding a thick white envelope against his chest like a shield."Sir, we need to talk," Mark said. His voice was lower than usual, almost a whisper. "And I need you to promise you will hear me out before you call security."I set my hands flat on my wooden desk. "Sit down, Mark. What is going on?"Mark walked over and pulled out the leather chair across from me. He sat on the edge of the seat. He placed the white envelope on the desk between us and pushed it toward my side."Open it," Mark said.I picked up the envelope and pulled out the papers inside. It was an employment contract. The top line had the logo for Coldwell Industries in bold black ink. I scrolled down to the salary section and stopped. The numbers were massive. They were offering Mark three times his current pay, a two-million-dol

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    The First Laugh In Three Years.

    ~ Isabella ~"Isabella, look at this line right here," Nathan said.He tapped a black dry-erase marker against the large glass wall in the middle of the Vanguard war room. The glass was covered in red, blue, and black ink. Lines, arrows, and company names filled every inch from the floor to the top frame.I set my paper cup of warm coffee on the long conference table. My eyes felt dry and heavy from staring at financial spreadsheets for six hours straight. I stood up from my chair, walked over to the glass wall, and leaned in closer to read his messy handwriting."That is an eight, right?" I asked, pointing to a curved number near the bottom corner. "Or is it a three?"Nathan lowered his marker and squinted at his own writing. He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. "It is an eight. At least, I think it was an eight when I wrote it twenty minutes ago.""It looks like a squished spider," I said."Hey, my handwriting is classic," Nathan said, though his voice sounded flat and

  • The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat    Don't Let Him In Again.

    ~ Isabella ~I sat on my gray sofa, holding a warm mug of tea with both hands. The hot ceramic felt good against my cold fingers. Across the low glass table, Maya sat with her laptop open. She was typing fast, her fingers making light clicking sounds. She stopped, looked up at me, and adjusted her glasses."Bella, you're not listening to me," Maya said softly."I am listening," I said, taking a small sip of tea. It tasted like peppermint. "You said the stock price settled down after the news hit.""No, I said Nathan pledged his personal shares to save Vanguard's position," Maya corrected me. She closed her laptop with a quiet click. "He put up everything he owns as collateral, Bella. If Cole's attack had worked today, Nathan would have lost his entire personal fortune. He didn't even ask you to sign a contract first."I looked down into my tea. The dark liquid showed a faint reflection of the ceiling light. "He did it because Cole is our mutual enemy. It was a business decision."May

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