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Chapter 71 – When the World Went Still

Emma’s POVThe elevator chimed softly as it began its smooth climb, glass walls flashing the skyline outside. I leaned back against the mirrored panel, humming under my breath, still riding the high of sealing a massive deal for my agency.A week in the Maldives. Twenty guests. Private jets, champagne, the works. If I could bottle this mood, I’d live on it forever.I scrolled through my phone, grinning like an idiot.Ding. The elevator slowed and stopped, mid-floor.Still absorbed in my phone, I barely registered the doors sliding open until I heard footsteps. And then—“Emma.”A low, familiar voice. And the way my name rolled off his tongue, it made me shiver. I knew who it was before even looking up. I’d never forget the way he kept saying my name while he was… I bit my lower lip, refusing to let the lewd images flood my mind. As my head snapped up, I forced on a polite smile. Tailored suit. Perfectly undone tie. That lazy, infuriating confidence clinging to him like expensive c

Chapter 72 – Not Just a Pawn

Nathan’s POVThe city stretched out beneath my windows, glittering with a thousand lights, but inside Graveswell Holdings the halls were quiet—exactly how I preferred it.My office glowed in muted lamplight, shadows stretching long across the marble floor. Midnight was when most people unwound. For me, it was when everything sharpened.The only sound was the rapid-fire tapping of keys.Carmilla sat at the end of my desk, her laptop open, hair falling loose as she typed like she was punishing the keyboard.She muttered something under her breath—probably about me.I leaned back in my chair, lips curving. “Careful. At this rate, you’ll wear the poor thing out.”Her head snapped up, eyes flashing. “Maybe if you gave me actual notice instead of dumping three reports on me five minutes ago, my typing wouldn’t sound like gunfire.”Amused, I steepled my fingers. “Efficiency under pressure. Consider it training.”She rolled her eyes so hard I almost applauded. “You’re infuriating, you know th

Chapter 73 – Caught in the Middle

Natalie’s POVThe quiet on the rooftop barely lasted a breath. The door swung open, and two employees strolled out, their laughter breaking the fragile calm. Brandon shifted beside me, a flicker in his eyes I couldn’t pin down. The air between us felt charged, like something teetering on the edge—something I wasn’t ready to name.“I should go,” I said quickly. Before he could answer, I slipped past the newcomers and headed inside, the cool air of the elevator calming the sudden heat in my chest.By the time I reached the executive floor, my pulse had evened out, replaced with a sharper, more familiar focus. Work. That was something I could handle.Vivian’s office door was ajar, light spilling across the hallway. She was perched behind her marble desk, scrolling through her phone, the picture of effortless poise.“Vivian,” I said, stepping inside. “I’d like to run through the sponsorship contracts for Arthur’s wedding. Just to be sure Arthur and York International are aligned, and eve

Chapter 74 – Close Quarters

Emma’s POVThe elevator jolted once more before grinding to a complete stop. My stomach dropped right along with it.“Oh my God,” I muttered, jabbing the emergency button like my life depended on it. “Come on, come on—”Nothing. Just a faint click, then silence.I grabbed the intercom receiver, pressed it to my ear. Static. No voice, no help. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.“This is a nightmare.”“Relax.”His voice was smooth, irritatingly calm. Lucas leaned against the mirrored wall like he’d ordered the whole fiasco just to amuse himself. Hands in pockets, expression cool, like he wasn’t stuck in a metal box twenty floors up.“Help is coming,” he added, almost lazily. “You’ll survive.”I spun on him. “Survive an hour locked in here with you? That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”His chuckle was low, warm, maddening. “Admit it—you’ve had worse company.”I glared, though my pulse betrayed me with its traitorous hammering. “You seriously think you’re the better option?”He tilted his he

Chapter 75 – Tangled Truths

Natalie’s POVMorning sunlight streamed across my desk, catching the edges of the thick folder labeled Château Rivière—Arthur’s so-called “wedding of the century.” The venue name gleamed in gold across every page of the glossy brochure, promising vineyards, marble halls, and a riverside terrace meant to impress royalty.I’d been flipping through contracts since dawn, trying to focus, but my stomach kept growling louder than my thoughts.A knock came at my door.“Come in,” I called, half-expecting another courier.Instead, Dylan stepped in, balancing a takeout bag and two steaming cups of coffee.I blinked, surprised warmth spreading through me. “You’re spoiling me.”He grinned, setting the food down on my desk like it belonged there. “Figured you’d need it. Don’t argue—sit. Eat first, lawyering later.”I let out a laugh, shaking my head, but my smile lingered. “Fine. You win.” I slid my chair closer as he unpacked breakfast—fresh bagels, cream cheese, even a tiny box of fruit.“Thanks

Chapter 76 – Clause of Doubt

Natalie’s POV“…and picture this,” Vivian said, sweeping her arm like she was conducting an orchestra. “The ballroom ceiling draped in cascading silks—white, champagne, and just a kiss of gold to reflect the chandeliers. Each table will have crystal centerpieces with hand-cut blossoms imported from Milan. Maison Vivra is curating the entire aesthetic.”She snapped her fingers, and her assistant unveiled a sleek portfolio, flipping it open to renderings of the ballroom. The sketches were so detailed it almost felt alive—glittering lights, soaring drapes, and floral arches framing the dance floor.Arthur’s fiancée, Clarisse Vale, leaned forward with wide, starstruck eyes. “Oh wow, that’s… that’s gorgeous! Like one of those royal weddings in celebrity magazines.”Vivian’s lips curved, a smile sweet enough to rot teeth. “Exactly, dear. We’ll make sure you photograph well. It’s all about presence—and posture.”Clarisse nodded eagerly, missing the faint sting in Vivian’s tone. She was stunn

Chapter 77 – Before It Blows Up

Brandon’s POVThe sun was sliding low over the skyline, painting York International’s glass walls in gold. The meeting at the wedding venue had stretched for hours. Now, back in the small conference room adjoining my office, I could finally breathe again.Natalie sat across from me, quietly pulling out folders from her briefcase. “I wanted to go over the sponsorship agreements again,” she said. “Just to make sure everything lines up with York’s interests before Arthur signs off.”Her voice was calm, steady — but the faint fatigue around her eyes told me she was running on willpower alone. Still, she looked composed, graceful, every movement precise.“Of course,” I murmured, leaning back.She spread the documents across the table, neat rows of contracts and notes. Her concentration was… distracting. There was something about the way she worked — serious, deliberate — that always drew me in. Even now, as she explained the sections she’d flagged for review, I found myself watching her i

Chapter 78 – The Midnight Discovery

Carmilla’s POVIt’s well past midnight.My cubicle looked like a battlefield—coffee cups, open files, and half-eaten takeout scattered between color-coded spreadsheets.I rubbed my eyes, forcing myself to focus on the quarterly report Nathan had wanted yesterday. Typical. The man operated on his own timeline—everyone else was just scrambling to keep up.While cross-checking supplier data, a new folder caught my attention. ProcureEx Trading Ltd.I frowned. That name wasn’t on any of the reports I’d compiled earlier. Curious, I clicked it open.A set of encrypted files blinked on the screen. I hesitated, then entered the universal admin key Nathan had once boasted was “unbreakable unless you know me.” He really should’ve stopped underestimating me.The folder opened—and my pulse kicked up.Supplier ledgers. Shipment trails. Payment transfers routed through a maze of offshore accounts.And a familiar name glinting in the corner of one document.Maison Vivra.Wait a second.Vivian’s brand

Chapter 79 – A Deliberate Bridge

Natalie’s POVBrandon’s eyes darkened, but I could see the fear behind them. Fear that everything he’d rebuilt could crumble again, this time from the inside.I wanted to reassure him, to tell him we’d fix it, that maybe this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But the lawyer in me knew better. I couldn’t promise what I didn’t yet understand.“I’ll need to figure out the best way to handle this,” he said thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowed. I nodded, clasping my hands together on the desk to steady myself. “As your legal consultant,” I began carefully, “I believe the smartest move right now is to dig deeper before we confront her. If we come at Vivian without evidence that can hold, she’ll spin the narrative—and York International will look like the one making reckless accusations.”He leaned back, exhaling through his nose. “So you’re saying… we stay quiet?”“For now,” I said firmly. “We confirm everything first. The supplier trail, the offshore transfers, any documentation that ties her to

Chapter 80 – When the Veil Falls

Brandon’s POVYet another day of silent investigations. I was in the conference room, sleeves rolled up, staring down a stack of financial reports that refused to make sense.“Run it again,” I told the finance team. “Maison Vivra’s vendor payouts, last three months. Include every offshore ledger.”They exchanged nervous glances. “Sir, we’ve already—”“Then do it again,” I cut in. “Line by line.”If Natalie was right—and God, I hoped she wasn’t—then something in these numbers would show it. I’d spent half the night replaying her voice, the quiet certainty when she said there’s a bridge between the companies.The door swung open all of a sudden, and Vivian charged inside. Not breezed through like usual. She walked in like she owned the air, red heels clicking sharp against the marble. “I just heard you’ve been asking for Maison Vivra’s internal reports.” Her tone was syrup and steel all at once. “Care to explain why I am suddenly under audit?”I leaned back, calm—or pretending to be.

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