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The invitation arrived in a sealed white envelope—thick, gold-embossed, the kind of luxury that spoke in subtle code. It bore no return address. Just her name. Avery Rodrigo. Handwritten. Elegant.She turned it over once, then twice, as if that might explain the suddenness of it.Inside was a simple card, inked with precise calligraphy:The Carmichael Estate cordially invites you to an intimate evening gathering to celebrate the success of the Solaris Green Project. Thursday at seven. Dress formal. Private guests only.At the bottom, scrawled in quick cursive:– Elise.Avery’s brows arched.Elise Carmichael.A name she hadn’t heard in years but hadn’t forgotten. Heiress to one of the oldest real estate dynasties in the city. The woman was known for hosting decadent events attended by politicians, celebrities, and the moneyed elite.They had crossed paths briefly in a charity circle years ago—mutual, polite, and distant. But Avery had never once considered Elise a friend.So why the in
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The conference room was suffocating in its silence.Avery sat at the head of the long obsidian table, fingers steepled beneath her chin, her gaze scanning the two faces seated across from her.Nathaniel Wu.Isla Grant.Two of her father’s oldest adversaries—former board members forced into early retirement years ago under the guise of “strategic redirection.” But everyone in the inner circles knew the truth. Richard Rodrigo had deemed them obsolete. Untrustworthy. A threat.But threats could be useful—if redirected.Nathaniel, in his late sixties now, still carried the calm arrogance of a man who had once been at the helm of corporate empires. His pinstripe suit was flawless, his silver hair combed neatly back. Isla, a decade younger, had the sharper edge. Her black blouse and cream trousers projected effortless wealth. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes sharp and watchful.Avery had chosen to meet them privately—no advisors, no assistants, no digital recorders. Just the three of
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The morning after her engagement agreement with Tamer dawned gray and damp, as if the world itself had become hesitant—uncertain whether to rain or remain silent. Avery stood by her bedroom window, a cup of untouched tea in hand, watching droplets slide down the glass like slow, deliberate thoughts.She hadn’t slept much. But she wasn’t tired. Her mind had worked long into the night, carefully mapping the maze she was now walking—one built by two families, two legacies, and too many secrets.He had proposed.She had accepted.And now, the game had changed.But only she knew who was really holding the knife behind the back.Her fingers tightened around the cup as she recalled the gleam in Tamer’s eyes the day before. He had looked so sure—so certain that her “yes” had been a surrender.It wasn’t.It was the start of a war.She arrived at Star Technologies just after nine.The company buzzed as it always did—interns with coffees too big for their hands, executives on calls before they r
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The late afternoon sun spilled over the wide glass windows of Tamer’s penthouse, casting gold over the marble floors and soft gray furniture. The apartment overlooked the city like a king surveying his kingdom—everything beneath it looked manageable, organized, controlled.Much like Tamer himself.He stood near the open bar, pouring a glass of aged scotch, the movements unhurried and precise. His phone rested on the counter beside him, screen glowing with a single contact waiting to be dialed.Susan Anderson.His sister.The true puppeteer behind the curtain.For a moment, he let the silence stretch. He took a sip from the glass, let the heat settle on his tongue, and closed his eyes. He could still see Avery’s face—calm, poised, flawless. She had said yes.The ring sat now in a box on his nightstand, unopened since he’d returned. He didn’t need to look at it. The memory was enough.She had said yes.He smiled to himself, then tapped the screen and brought the phone to his ear.Susan
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Chapter 38The city gleamed beneath a pale morning sun as Avery’s car pulled into the underground garage of Star Technologies. The glass tower stretched toward the sky like a monument to legacy—her father’s legacy. And now, hers to protect. Or rebuild. Or destroy, depending on which hour of the day her thoughts veered toward.She stepped out of the car dressed in a sleek slate-gray suit, her heels echoing across the polished concrete as Justin followed silently behind, tablet in hand.“They’re waiting for you in the boardroom,” he said as they stepped into the elevator.“Any news from security?” she asked without looking at him.“Nothing useful yet,” he replied. “No faces. No anomalies. Just a clean void of data. Almost like the footage was erased before we got to it.”Avery’s jaw tightened.“Keep pressing. And don’t stop until we find out who accessed that room.”Justin gave a crisp nod, then fell silent as the elevator doors opened onto the executive floor.The walk to the boardroom
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Avery stared down at the empty space beneath the false drawer, her pulse beginning to pound in her ears. The inside of the cabinet looked untouched—pristine, even. Not a single paper out of place, not a fingerprint smudged. But the small silver USB her father had hidden so carefully… was gone.She didn’t move right away. She simply knelt there in silence, frozen, her fingers hovering over the hollow space where it had been.Justin stepped closer behind her.“Avery?” he said quietly.She slowly looked up at him, her expression unreadable, but her eyes dark with something between dread and fury. “It’s gone.”He took a step forward. “What do you mean?”She pulled back, rising to her feet as if the very ground beneath her had turned unstable. “The USB. It’s not here. Someone was in this room. Someone stole it.”Justin’s face shifted, his calm exterior cracking just slightly. “You’re sure you didn’t—”“I didn’t move it,” she cut in sharply. “I locked the drawer. I left it exactly how it wa
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The Rodrigo estate was cloaked in stillness.It was well past midnight, and the house had long since gone quiet. The faint golden sconces cast delicate shadows along the hallways, flickering slightly in the breeze that seeped in through a cracked window on the second floor. A clock somewhere ticked, slow and measured, counting time with indifference.In the study, the air felt heavier. A lamp still burned low on the desk, casting soft light on stacks of paperwork and leather-bound books. The drawer that once concealed the hidden USB was now locked, but its presence had disturbed the balance of things—like a ripple that hadn’t yet settled.From the hallway, a soft sound.A click.The study door creaked open just slightly, a sliver of shadow slicing into the room.The figure stepped inside—tall, gloved, movements silent and assured. His face was swallowed in the black of his hood, shadows draping over his features like a veil. He left the door ajar, not bothering to close it, and walked
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The USB felt heavy in her hand. It was so small—harmless at a glance—but Avery knew better. Its weight wasn’t physical; it was the burden of secrets, the pressure of the unknown, the quiet dread of what it might expose. She stared at it in the low lamplight of her father’s study, her breath slow and shallow.For a moment, she did nothing. She simply stood there beside the open drawer with the false bottom exposed, the device cradled in her palm like something sacred or cursed—she didn’t know which.She looked toward the desk, where her laptop waited. She had brought it down earlier, intending to answer emails she never opened. Now, it beckoned her.But just as she crossed the room, a soft knock came at the study door.Avery froze, her fingers tightening around the USB.She quickly dropped it into the drawer, replaced the false bottom, slid the documents back into place, and closed the cabinet with practiced calm. Her heart raced as the knock came again.She composed her expression and
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The rest of the day passed in a haze of quiet reflection.After Stephen’s departure, Avery didn’t return to bed. She couldn’t rest—not with her father’s condition looming over her, not with the echo of Stephen’s voice still lingering in her ears, haunting and hollow. She’d spent the morning sorting through messages and paperwork in the downstairs study, only half-focused, her fingers flipping through documents she wasn’t truly reading.The silence in the estate had never felt louder. No phone calls. No voices. Just the ticking of the antique grandfather clock near the fireplace, counting down the seconds like a quiet reminder that time, for her father, was slipping away.By early afternoon, she was back at the hospital.Shane was already there, slouched in a chair outside their father’s room, a disposable coffee cup in his hand and dark circles beneath his eyes.He stood when he saw her, wordlessly offering the cup. She declined with a small shake of her head.“Doctor came by about an
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