Todos los capítulos de His Choice Wasn't Me: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Sarah barely noticed the soft hum of the air conditioner in her office as she reviewed the documents spread neatly across her desk. Numbers, projections, risk assessments, things that once defined her entire world.This morning, however, her attention kept drifting, her instincts unusually restless, like something important was unfolding beyond the glass walls of her office.Then she saw it.The television mounted on the far wall flickered, switching from a muted financial channel graphic to a live studio discussion. Sarah’s eyes lifted instinctively. Something about the bold headline scrolling across the screen made her spine straighten.She reached for the remote and turned up the volume.“…breaking developments this afternoon,” the female reporter was saying, her tone sharp with urgency. “Three prominent business magnates and long-time major investors in Striker Holdings have officially withdrawn their investments.”Sarah leaned back slowly in her chair, her lips parting in quiet a

Sarah arrived at the private lounge five minutes early, as she always did. It was a quiet, tastefully furnished space on the top floor of one of Transcorp’s partner buildings, chosen deliberately for discretion.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the polished marble floor.She had just settled into her seat when the door opened.The man who walked in made her pause.For half a second, her mind slipped backward in time about two years back, to London, to the SkyView Hotel, to a life where she had worn a different face and answered to a different name. She remembered encountering the man once, then in London, but she hid her identity despite the man thinking he knew her somewhere.“Mr. Fernando,” she said carefully, rising to her feet.He smiled, the same composed, observant smile she remembered. “Ms. Williams,” he replied. “Or should I say… Sarah.”There it was. The unspoken recognition.They shook hands, but his grip linger

They met on neutral ground.Not at Transcorp. Not at the ruins of Striker Holdings. Not in any place that carried power for either of them.It was a quiet private lounge inside a high-end hotel, tasteful, muted, deliberately chosen to avoid attention. A place where conversations were meant to be forgotten the moment they ended.Yet nothing about this meeting could ever be forgotten.James arrived first.He stood by the window, hands clasped behind him, staring at the city skyline without truly seeing it. Months had passed since he last stood this close to Sarah, yet the weight of her absence had never lifted.Bankruptcy had aged him. Shame had hollowed him. Fear had stripped him of whatever arrogance once lived in his spine.When the door opened, he didn’t turn immediately.He already knew it was her.Sarah walked in with quiet composure, dressed in black, her presence commanding without effort. She didn’t rush. She didn’t hesitate.She stopped a few steps away from him, her expressio

The metal door slid open with a slow, hollow sound that echoed down the corridor.Tiana stepped into the visitation room with measured calm, her wrists free for now, her spine straight, her chin lifted. Prison had not broken her. If anything, it had sharpened her. The weeks behind bars had stripped away pretence and left only calculation.The room was cold, sterile, deliberately designed to drain emotion. A single table bolted to the floor. Two chairs. One guard stationed near the door, arms folded, eyes bored.And then she saw him.For the first time since her second arrest, Tiana’s steps faltered, just slightly.The man sitting across the table was older now. His hair, once thick and dark, had thinned and greyed. His shoulders were broader than she remembered, but they slumped with a weight that came from years of carrying secrets.His face was familiar in the way nightmares were familiar, etched into memory, never fading no matter how much time passed.Her lips curved slowly, givin

The alarm did not scream. It pulsed, low, sharp, deliberate, cutting through the calm efficiency of Transcorp like a blade sliding under skin.Red indicators flashed across the walls, not chaotic, not panicked, but precise. Sarah looked up from her desk instantly.Years in boardrooms and backrooms had trained her to recognise the difference between noise and warning. This was the latter.Within seconds, the building responded like a living organism. Security teams flooded the lower floors, boots echoing against polished marble. Steel shutters slid halfway over glass entrances. Elevators froze mid-descent, then rerouted automatically to secured floors.The hum of emergency generators rose, steady and controlled. It was chaos, yes but disciplined chaos. The kind Transcorp had trained for, though never truly expected to use.Sarah was already on her feet before anyone reached her office. Her two bodyguards stepped in seamlessly, their movements sharp, eyes alert.One pressed a finger to