All Chapters of She Writes Her Own Heartbeat : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Pov Samantha ***The penthouse was blissfully quiet. We hadn't changed out of our travel clothes; we simply collapsed onto the living room sofa, the only place that felt safe after the chaos of the vault and the jet. Benjamin was staring out the window, already calculating the fallout from the leaked police report. I was trying to quiet the adrenaline still humming beneath my skin.Then, my phone rang. The screen flashed Marcus's name.I hesitated, pulling the phone from my pocket. Our last conversation had been painful, and I knew why he was calling now. The news of the attack on the private island, even without official details, would have sent a shockwave through the media world."I need to take this," I murmured, seeing the concern on Benjamin's face. "He's not just my agent; he's the face of my public identity. I need to keep the professional façade intact."Benjamin gave a curt, tight nod, his eyes remaining fixed on the skyline, but his tension was palpable.I answered, kee

Pov Samantha ***The fragile truce we'd established on the sofa lasted only until dawn. The moment the sun rose over Lagos, the real war, fought not with guns but with balance sheets, began.I was in the kitchen, brewing coffee and trying to ignore the sound of Benjamin's intense conference calls, when Cassandra walked in, her face pale with an urgency that surpassed even the threat of assassins."Sir, we have a catastrophic financial situation," she stated, bypassing pleasantries. She held a tablet displaying complex legal and financial documents. "Sebastian and Sophia have moved with surgical speed. They used the attack report to their advantage."Benjamin, already in his corporate uniform, walked over and took the tablet. His expression darkened as he read the headlines and legal notices."They've secured an emergency injunction," he explained to me, his voice tight with cold rage. "The narrative they pushed is that I faked the attack using company funds before my resignation to

Pov Samantha **The final leg of the flight to Zurich was the most dangerous. With Finn the traitor in the security detail, Benjamin had to engineer a counter-move under the nose of the very person assigned to protect him.The plan was simple: amplify the illusion of the original schedule while executing a complete diversion.As the jet began its descent into Zurich, Benjamin gave Finn explicit, loud instructions, ensuring his traitorous ear caught every detail. "Finn, the priority is the Bank of Zurich, Bahnhofstrasse at 9 AM sharp. We need the armored car waiting and the perimeter cleared. We proceed with the initial itinerary. No delays."This established the expected course of action. However, the real plan was set in motion the moment we stepped onto the tarmac.A small security team, led by a genuine, trusted agent, met the jet. Benjamin initiated a highly visible, staged argument with the main ground crew about the slow movement of the luggage, drawing all attention to the o

Pov Samantha **The reprieve on Aethelred Island ended exactly on schedule. After two days of blissful, restorative peace, we flew back to Lagos, fueled by new evidence and renewed determination. The three-day countdown to Sebastian's downfall had begun.We arrived at the penthouse late in the afternoon, stepping out of the elevator and into the familiar, cold marble hallway. The security team was gone Benjamin had wisely replaced all internal personnel with a single, trusted, remote surveillance system managed by Cassandra. The plan was to remain silent, initiate the final legal steps, and wait for the hammer to fall.But our plan for a quiet arrival was instantly shattered.Standing right outside the heavy mahogany door of the penthouse, looking dishevelled and deeply worried, was Marcus.He hadn't been informed of my return, nor had he received any response to his frantic calls. He was clearly desperate."Samantha!" he cried, rushing toward me, his face alight with relief. "Thank

The taxi ride back was a blur. When I finally stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse hallway, the small pool of blood was gone. The marble was clean, polished, and sterile a chilling symbol of Benjamin's immediate, frantic attempt to erase his mistake.I walked through the empty, silent living room. The apartment felt vast and heavy, a monument to shame and despair. I found him in the corporate office.Benjamin was not working. He was sitting at his massive desk, his head bowed, the space littered with half-empty bottles of top-shelf scotch and expensive brandy. He was profoundly, completely drunk.He hadn't even bothered to take off his suit jacket, though his tie was loosened and his hair was disheveled. The smell of alcohol was overpowering. He looked up when I entered, his eyes unfocused and swimming with a desperate, painful vulnerability I had never seen before."Sam... you came back," he slurred, a broken sound of relief escaping him."Of course I came back," I said