LOGINAhtisa’s Pov
My eyes snapped open. Air rushed into my lungs like my head had been inside water for a long time. My chest rose sharply as if my body had forgotten how to breathe. My fingers curled against the cold surface, nails pressing into the wood. Wait, I was sitting. I wasn't lying on the floor dying. “... Officer Vale?" The voice sounded familiar but still, not too familiar. I blinked trying to get my vision to focus. Then it started coming in fragments. White walls. Metal table.. I was in an interrogation room. My heartbeat stuttered. “No…” I said under my breath. It couldn't be… “Are you alright?" The same voice asked again, worried. I turned my head to the voice and froze. He was there, sitting across from me looking composed. Not the same man who had held me. His gaze fixed on me. Lucien Blackwell. My breath caught. I had just died. I remembered dying. The blood. The pain. Adrian's voice. Lucien's arms around me. My chest tightened. “... This isn't real," I murmured. Lucien's brows furrowed. “If this is your idea of a strategy, it's not going to work." I looked around again, more carefully this time. Everything was exactly as I remembered. Three years ago. I was back to the day I made my first mistake. The day I destroyed the person who loved me most. My stomach twisted. “... Officer Vale?" Someone called again, firmly this time. I exhaled. Once. Twice. I needed control. My gaze lifted back to Lucien. He still hadn't looked away and now that I was truly seeing him. There was something in his eyes that I hadn't noticed before… as if he knew something wasn't right and was just playing along. “You said you didn't do it," I said, trying to steady my voice. Lucien leaned back slightly, chains shifting the way he moved. He shrugged. I stared at him blankly. He sighed. “I didn't do it" My throat tightened. In my past life, I hadn't listened. I hadn't given him a chance. I had just walked into this room already convinced he was guilty because Adrian told me so. Because I had trusted him blindly. My hands curled slightly under the table. Not this time. “Then explain," I said. Lucien tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Didn't Adrian tell you my offense?" A chill ran down my spine. He held my gaze. "I want to hear it from you,” I said, crossing my arms. I swallowed. “Start from the beginning," I said, firmer now. “The allegations against you involve financial misconduct, illegal transfers and breach of corporate trust. If you are innocent, then explain the discrepancies." Lucien stared at me for a moment, then shifted. "Who gave you the case?” "Answer my question,” I replied. "And you answer mine,” he countered. The silence between us stretched and I knew he wasn't going to talk if I didn't. "Adrian.” I said "Then he can answer your question.” My breath caught. "Do you want to be ruled guilty?” A smile curved up his lips. "If he says I am," he said, shrugging. “It's not like you are going to believe me” I sighed. Everything had changed. I wasn't that same girl again but I didn't know how to say that to him. Then the door opened, my assistant came in and whispered in my ears that Adrian was waiting for me outside the room. The air in the room shifted. What could he be doing here? I stepped outside and there he was, standing in the doorway like nothing had ever happened. Like he hadn't watched me die. Like he hadn't left me on the floor… bleeding. My heart started to beat fast as the memory crashed over me again. She will be dead soon. My fingers trembled at my sides. “Adrian." I forced it through my mouth. He occupied the doorway like he owned it, his gaze briefly flicking to Lucien inside the room before settling on me. “I heard you were handling the case personally," he said. “I just thought I should check in" I searched his face for anything that resembled the man I had seen in my last life. But nothing. He looked the same. The same man who I had once trusted with everything. “Just check in?" I scoffed. “You don't need to be here" He lifted his brows. “I think I have a right to be involved… you know, I brought the case to your department” And in my last life, it was the last case I worked on before my profession started to threaten him. You had a right to kill me too, didn't you? The thought came uninvited. I pushed it down. “This is an official investigation" Adrian laughed then his face changed when he saw my face. I was serious. "You've always taken your job too seriously,” he said, clearing his throat. "It's one of the things I admire about you” Really? I didn't say anything. “But this case is straightforward," he continued. “There's no need to drag it out. He stepped closer, placing a file in my hands. I clutched it tightly. I knew the file. I had signed it before without doubt. I hadn't even thought about it. “You have everything you need right there," he continued. “Evidence, statements, financial records. It's all been verified" I smiled. "Where did you get them from?” I asked. A question I hadn't bother asking the first time but this time, I wouldn't make the same mistake. "It doesn't matter,” he said smoothly. "Just sign.”The quiet hum of the server terminal inside the study felt heavier than usual, vibrating through the floorboards like a low-frequency pulse.Victor stood over the glowing desk monitor, his fingers moving across the keys with methodical precision, while the pale blue light reflected sharply against the scar across his eyebrow. Lucien remained stationed near the door, his tall frame leaning slightly against the wooden frame, arms crossed, watching the data streams with an unblinking, predatory focus.I sat in the leather chair opposite the desk, my hands resting calmly on the glass surface, feeling the cool temperature seep into my skin. The sudden discovery of Vanguard Global Partners had rewritten the board entirely. For months, we had treated Adrian as a selfish, manipulative husband who had gone rogue out of greed, and Julian Vance as an arrogant syndicate boss protecting his monopoly.Now, the architecture of our entire past began to look entirely different."The corporate regist
The morning sun rose over our home port with a brilliant, clear warmth that chased away the last lingering chill of the international trip.Our private jet touched down on the local tarmac just after nine o'clock, the familiar scent of salt air and open ocean welcoming us back to the city where everything had started. Standing by the edge of the private hangar waiting to greet us were Elara and Victor, both looking rested and relieved now that the dust from the London trials had finally settled."Welcome back, Miss Jehanna," Victor said, offering a crisp, respectful nod as we stepped down the mobile stairs."It's good to be home, Victor," I said, a genuine smile touching my lips as I adjusted the bag on my shoulder."The regional port authorities called our office twice this morning," Elara chimed in, her eyes bright with excitement as she walked beside me toward the waiting car. "Every single independent terminal that used to belong to Sovereign Syndicate has officially applied for
The chaos that erupted inside the grand auditorium after the ledger went public was immediate and overwhelming.Dozens of international delegates stood up from their velvet-cushioned seats at once, shouting over each other as journalists rushed down the central aisles with cameras flashing like lightning storms. The presiding tribunal chairman banged his heavy wooden gavel three times in rapid succession, trying to restore order to a room that had completely slipped out of control.On the raised mahogany stage, Julian Vance looked like a man who had just watched his entire world collapse into dust.His face was completely drained of color, his silver hair looking suddenly untidy as he stared blankly at the giant projection screen behind him. The glowing audit logs from Zurich continued to scroll down the display, showing every illegal transfer, every frozen account, and every bribe receipt he had spent decades hiding behind thick layers of corporate protection.He reached out with a
The grand auditorium of the international convention center was a cavernous hall of polished glass, towering steel pillars, and tier upon tier of velvet-cushioned seats. Hundreds of international trade ministers, corporate delegates, and independent shipping executives filled the space, their low murmur of conversation echoing against the high ceiling like a restless sea.I walked through the heavy side doors with my shoulders back and my head held high, flanked closely by Lucien, Victor, and Elara.As we moved down the central aisle toward our reserved front-row seats, the ambient chatter in the hall began to taper off. Dozens of curious eyes turned to track our progress, whispering behind cupped hands. Some looked at me with open skepticism, wondering how a young foreign heiress had managed to survive a direct assault from Sovereign Syndicate. Others looked at Lucien, recognizing the dangerous, unyielding reputation of the Blackwell name walking right beside me.I didn't flinch un
Wednesday afternoon brought a sudden shift in the London weather, rolling thick, bruised storm clouds over the city skyline and turning the midday light a dull, metallic grey.Inside our secure penthouse office on the river, the air felt charged with a quiet, intense focus. We weren't looking at stock charts or bank accounts anymore. Spread across the long glass conference table were printed copies of the official delegate lists, speaker schedules, and security floor plans for the International Maritime Summit scheduled for Friday morning.I stood by the window, watching the rain begin to streak across the glass in long, jagged lines. My reflection stared back at me, calm and composed, entirely different from the frightened girl I had been in my past life."The Swiss regulators just confirmed the permanent asset seizure," Elara announced, looking up from her laptop with a bright, triumphant grin. "Julian’s primary corporate accounts have officially been locked down. His secondary she
Tuesday morning broke over London with a heavy, grey fog that clung tightly to the glass towers along the River Thames. The air outside was damp and biting, but inside the secure penthouse, the atmosphere was sharp, focused, and alive with quiet energy.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, holding a cup of hot black coffee while watching the early commuter traffic crawl across the bridge below. My mind was clear, my thoughts entirely centered on the next step of our counter-attack.Across the room, Elara sat at the main glass table with her laptop open, her fingers flying across the keys as she monitored the live financial feeds out of Zurich and Frankfurt."The Swiss regulators acted fast," Elara announced, her voice bright and victorious as she spun her screen around so Victor and I could see the graphs. "Thirty minutes ago, the federal banking commission officially issued a temporary asset freeze on three major subsidiary accounts tied to Aegis Maritime. That is Julian’s pr
Ahtisa’s PovAdrian's hands were buried in another woman's hair. The woman's back arched into him with an ease that says she had been there before.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.“Adrian…”Adrian turned and his expression hardened the moment he saw me."... Ahtisa?” He said, moving away fro
Ahtisa’s Pov“Look at this mess! Still can't clean a table properly?" Elena, my mother in law, voice echoed. “Then what are you good for?"I quickly bent down and started picking up the broken plates with my bare hands.My throat tightened. “I'm sorry, mother"The word came out of my mouth before I
Ahtisa’s Pov"Get out.”Adrian blinked, clearly not expecting it. "What did you just say to me?”I pushed his files in his hands."I said get out,” I repeated, calmly. "This is my case. I will handle it.”I turned to leave but then his voice rose. "Ahtisa, don't be difficult”I stopped. "And don't
The news of Adrian’s business collapse traveled fast, hitting the city news stands by the middle of the afternoon. When I returned to the mansion later that evening, the entire house felt strangely cold and empty. The usual loud noise of the television was gone, and none of the servants were walki







