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"Nathan, I don't want you to deal with it. Tell me where you stand, please. Are we still working together, or am I just another issue that needs to be resolved? At the conclusion, Anita's voice cracked a little, but she didn't wince. Not now. Not when it seemed like the air between them was about to explode. Nathan opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. Eleanor could have insulted her, but his quiet hurt her more. With her heart in her throat, she stepped forward and murmured, "Nathan." "Speak out if you still believe that I am someone worth fighting for. Because I'm drowning here and I can't wait for you to decide whether I'm your enemy or your wife.The mask slipped for a heartbeat as he slowly looked up. His voice was raspy and low as he replied, "I don't know what we are anymore." "Anita, you were meant to be the one thing in my life that wasn't false. And now— She yelled, "Now you think I'm just like him?" "Just like Gregor?" The name made Nathan wince. Ani

Nathan didn’t hesitate. The second the screen went black, he was already reaching for his jacket.“We need to move. Now.”Anita stood frozen, staring at the darkened screen as if willing it to come back to life. Her mother’s blood-streaked face, her trembling shoulders, the way Harry’s voice oozed with sadistic glee—it was all burned into her mind like a scar.“They have her,” she whispered. “They took my mother.”Nathan turned to her, jaw tight. “And we’re going to get her back. I promise.”“Where is she? Did the message give an IP address? Coordinates?”“Echo is already tracking it. He’s good. He’ll find them.”“But Harry knows that. He wouldn’t send the video unless he wanted us to chase him.”Nathan’s brow furrowed. “You think it’s a trap?”Anita nodded slowly. “It’s always been a trap, Nathan. This isn’t about money anymore. This is about legacy. Control. Eleanor, Harry, and Sophia—they’ve been playing a long game, and we just disrupted the board.”Nathan’s expression darkened. “

The panic room’s silence was suffocating.Anita crouched on the steel floor, the laptop balanced on her knees, heart hammering like a war drum in her chest. Every thud on the reinforced door felt like a countdown—one heartbeat closer to the moment it gave way. But she couldn’t focus on fear. Not now. Not when the truth was unraveling at last.On screen, Maya’s face hovered in a shaky video call, her features pale, eyes wide. “Anita, you’re not going to like this.”“I already don’t,” Anita whispered. “Tell me anyway.”Maya took a breath. “The offshore company—the one the shares were funneled into—it was created under your name, yes. But it wasn’t just Eleanor. Sophia’s signature is all over it. And guess who authorized the last major fund transfer six months ago?”Anita’s throat tightened. “Harry.”Maya nodded grimly. “They used your identity to mask their transactions. You were their cover. If this leaks, the press won’t say Harry and Sophia stole money. They’ll say Anita Bennett embe

The echo of Eleanor’s heels against the marble floors still lingered long after security escorted her out of the boardroom. The silence that followed wasn’t peace—it was stunned, reverent, electrified. For the first time since she had stepped into the world of the elite, Anita wasn’t merely surviving.She was standing at the epicenter of its unraveling.Sophia slumped in a corner chair, mascara streaking down her cheeks, her hands trembling as she stared at the documents in front of her—proof that her life had been a lie. Her carefully curated identity—Stacy Bennett, daughter of privilege, heir to power—had just been torn from her like silk peeling off scorched skin.Nathan was the first to speak. “There will be fallout. The press will pounce. We need to stay ahead of the narrative.”Maya, standing beside the screen, nodded. “Already working on it. A press conference is scheduled for tomorrow. We’ll release the verified evidence, frame it as a corporate cleansing. A necessary reckonin

The lights of the press conference still flickered in Anita’s mind as the town car sped through the city. But her focus had shifted. Gregor Bennett.Her father.Her enemy.Nathan sat beside her, silent, his hand resting on hers as the car glided through the streets. There was comfort in his touch, but her thoughts spun too fast to let the warmth settle.“Walker Ventures was just a shell,” Nathan said, breaking the silence. “Maya found multiple layers of offshore accounts tied to dead companies—most routed back to Gregor. He’s been laundering Eleanor’s dirty money for years.”Anita’s chest tightened. “That means he was never just a bystander. He was part of the rot.”Nathan gave a bitter smile. “More than that. He may have planted Eleanor in power to begin with. Or used her as a shield. Either way, he's always been steps ahead. Which means we have to be too.”Anita nodded slowly. “I want everything. Emails. Communications. His calendar. Even the charity donations. If he so much as snee