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MarcusI sat in my study, staring at my phone like it was a bomb about to explode.Twelve calls.I had made twelve calls in the past hour. And every single one had ended the same way."I'm sorry, Marcus, but I can't help you.""The situation is too complicated.""I don't want to get involved.""My hands are tied."Excuses. All excuses.These were men who had smiled at me at charity galas. Men who had shaken my hand at business conferences. Men who had called my father a friend.And now?Now they wouldn't even take my calls.The ones who did answer only did so to tell me no.I slammed my phone down on the desk, my hands shaking with frustration."Cowards," I muttered. "Every single one of them."But I couldn't really blame them, could I?I mean, who wants to be associated with a family accused of embezzling two billion dollars?Who wants to risk their own reputation by helping criminals?Criminals.God, that's what we are now.The thought made my stomach turn.My father committed those

SerenaThree days had passed since I exposed Richard Wellington's embezzlement.Three days of pure chaos.The news had spread like wildfire. Every business channel, every newspaper, every gossip blog, they were all talking about it."Wellington Empire Crumbles: Former Chairman Accused of Embezzling $2 Billion""Serena Lawrence Takes Down the Wellington Family"I sat in my office at Lawrence Global, scrolling through the headlines on my tablet. Each one brought a small smile to my face.Let them talk. Let the whole world see what kind of people the Wellingtons really are.My phone buzzed with a text from Desmond."Ma'am, the police have officially arrested Richard Wellington. He's being charged with embezzlement, fraud, and tax evasion. Bail hearing is tomorrow."Perfect.I typed back: "Keep me updated on everything."Another text came through, this time from an unknown number."You destroyed my family. I hope you're happy."I recognized the writing style immediately. Victoria.I almos

SerenaTwo days later, I stood in front of Wellington Holdings, looking up at the building that now belonged to me.My building.My company.The thought still felt surreal.Just months ago, I was thrown out of this place like garbage. Now I own it."Are you ready, ma'am?" Desmond asked beside me.I nodded. "Let's go."We walked through the front entrance, and I felt every eye in the lobby turn to watch us.The whispers started immediately."That's her.""That's Serena Lawrence.""She's the new CEO.""I can't believe Marcus Wellington is working under her now."I kept my head high and my expression calm as we walked to the elevators.Desmond pressed the button for the top floor, the executive floor.My floor now.When the elevator doors opened, my breath caught.The entire floor had been renovated.The dark, oppressive décor that Marcus had chosen was gone. In its place was something bright, modern, and powerful.Glass walls. Clean lines. Natural light floods in from floor-to-ceiling w

Ethan Ashford I couldn't stop looking at her.Serena sat in the back seat beside me, wrapped in my jacket, her whole body trembling despite the warmth.Her eyes were distant. Unfocused. Still trapped in the terror of what had just happened.God, I still can't believe someone tried to kill my wife.The thought sent cold rage flooding through my veins.Someone shot at her, chased her, and hunted her like an animal.And one of her guards, a good man, someone I personally vetted was dead.My hands clenched into fists so tight my knuckles turned white.Whoever did this will pay.I'll make sure of it."Sir, we're approaching the safe house," my driver said from the front seat."Good," I said, my voice cold and controlled. "Increase perimeter security. I want guards on every entrance, every window, every possible access point.""Already done, sir," my head of security, James, replied from the passenger seat. "We have twenty men positioned around the property. Snipers on the roofs. Thermal s

Ethan Ashford My men immediately returned fire, moving with practiced precision.I grabbed the man on the floor by his collar and dragged him behind the desk."Someone doesn't want you talking," I said. "Which means you know more than you're telling me.""I swear I don't!" he cried.More gunfire. My men were systematically taking down the attackers.Within two minutes, the shooting stopped."Clear!" one of my men shouted. "All targets neutralized!"I stood up, pulling the man to his feet.He was pale, shaking, bleeding from both legs."One more time," I said. "Who hired you?""I told you, I don't..."I pressed my gun to his forehead."I'm done playing games," I said coldly."WAIT!" he screamed. "Wait! I... I might have something!""Talk.""The client... when they called, I heard background noise. Music. Classical music. And... and voices. Like they were at some kind of event.""What kind of event?" I demanded."I don't know! But it sounded expensive. High-class. Like... like a gala o