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A Tight Alibi

Arabella left her room in a casual outfit—jeans, sweater, sneakers—with a tote bag packed with essentials.She hadn't told Adrian she'd be gone all week. She pulled out her phone and started typing as she descended the stairs. **Mr. Sterling, I won't be available for the rest of the week. I left a file on your desk with my recommendations. If you approve, execute them within seven days. If not—**CRASH.Glass exploded at her feet.She'd just reached the bottom step. Arabella jumped back, heart pounding. Glass shards scattered across the marble floor. Her sneakers and long pants protected her—nothing got through. She looked up slowly.Catherine sat at the top of the stairs in her wheelchair, another glass in her hand."You shameless slut!" Her voice echoed through the foyer. "How dare you come back here to destroy my family!”Arabella closed her eyes briefly. ‘Not today.’"Mom!" Adrian appeared from the dining room, face pale. "Have you lost your mind?"He rushed to Arabella, hand

The Launch

The grand ballroom glittered in silver and midnight blue.Crystal chandeliers hung overhead. A massive LED screen dominated the stage, bathing everything in soft white light. Silver accents everywhere—table settings, centerpieces, even the chairs—caught the light and threw it back across polished marble floors. The room was packed.Investors. Media. Industry leaders.All watching Arabella deliver her keynote. Behind her, the screen glowed:DERMALISAI-Powered Precision SkincareArabella stood center stage.She wore a black gown—sleek, backless, dramatic. It flowed to the floor like liquid silk. When she moved, the open back revealed the elegant curve of her spine Her hair was swept up in a sleek twist. Her posture was perfect. Her expression calm, confident."Dermalis analyzes over four thousand individual skin markers." Her voice carried effortlessly through the room. "Hydration gradients. Inflammation patterns. Melanin distribution. Barrier integrity."She paused. "It doesn't gu

The Trap

Adrian stayed at the back for the rest of the event.He couldn't stop watching her.The crushed bouquet was still in his arms. After Vera's closing remarks and final demo, guests began filtering out.Aiden and Carl left with the early wave, giving Adrian apologetic looks. Event staff started breaking down the stage. Dermalis employees gathered in the back room, packing shipments for next-day delivery. "Why is that asshole still here?" Vera glanced at Derek in the compact mirror while touching up her lipstick.Derek raised his hands defensively. "Don't look at me. We're not friends.” "Please." Vera snapped the compact shut. "I know you gave him those extra invitations.” "I—" Derek scratched the back of his head. "He asked nicely?”"It's fine." Arabella waved it off. "They bought products. That's all I care about.”She sank into a chair and reached down to unbuckle her heels.Ivan appeared with a tray of iced americanos. He set them down immediately and dropped to one knee in front

Yummy

"But…you’re already so busy with the company's business." Adrian let concern color his voice. "That's a lot to take on.” ""I'll do both." Arabella's voice shook—not with weakness, but with fury. "I had him 10 years ago, Adrian. He's been part of every decision I've made since…” She looked at Axel, who was focused intently on his sketchpad. "...even when he seems impossibly far away.” Adrian said nothing. Guilt choked him. Arabella straightened, lifting her chin. "So. Do I get the job?” Adrian gestured to the remaining candidates. They filed out, confused and disappointed. He turned to Axel and tapped his shoulder. "What do you think about Mom being your new nanny?” Arabella's breath caught. Mom. He'd called her Mom. For five years, she'd begged him to use that word. Cried. Argued. Pleaded. "I don't want to confuse Axel," he'd always said. "Serena is the mother I want him to have." She'd carried Axel for nine months. Endured twenty-three hours of labor. Nursed him th

The Ambush

MONDAY MORNING Arabella drove through Monday morning traffic, unable to stop smiling. "Yummy."The word played on repeat in her mind. Axel had actually spoken. It was real.The moment he realized everyone was staring, he'd dropped the last bite and fled upstairs. Even Catherine had gone silent.Her phone lit up, notification after notification flooding in. Then Chloe's name flashed on screen. Incoming call.But Arabella was already turning into the office parking garage. She'd call back once she parked.Then she saw them.A crowd at the main entrance. Thirty, maybe forty people.Signs. Cameras. Phones held high.She frowned. ‘What's going on?’Her windows were up. She couldn't hear what they were chanting. She parked, grabbed her bag, and stepped out.She pulled up Chloe's number as she walked toward the building entrance. "Ms. Greene, don't go to the office—there's a—"CRACK.Something hit her shoulder.Wet. Cold.Arabella looked down.Egg yolk dripped down her black blazer.H

The Villain

The doctor pressed the final strip of medical tape over the gauze covering Adrian's shoulder blade. "There." He stepped back, examining his work. "You're lucky. The burn is superficial. Painful, but not deep. Your suit jacket took the worst of it.” He snapped off his gloves and tossed them in the medical waste bin. "Keep the wound clean and dry. Change the dressing daily—more often if it gets wet." He made notes on the chart. "I'm prescribing antibiotic cream and pain medication. Apply the cream before each new bandage.” Adrian nodded, barely listening. He looked up as Gavin entered carrying a fresh suit on a hanger. “Arabella?" Adrian's voice was tight. "How is she?” "Still unconscious, but stable. The doctor says she'll wake soon, nothing serious." Gavin paused. "Her assistant is with her.” The doctor looked up from his notes. "Avoid putting pressure on your back for a few days. No heavy lifting. It should heal completely in two to three weeks if you follow instruc

Going Soft

The boardroom was chaotic.Ten executives around the conference table, all talking at once.All furious."You promised us stability, Ms. Greene. Growth." Mr. Campbell's face was red. "Instead, in two weeks, you've destroyed decades of reputation.” His palm cracked against the table."We hired you to reform Sterling Group," Mrs. Manning said sharply. "Not burn it to the ground.” “The timing couldn't be worse." Another executive leaned forward. "We're dealing with Martin Hale's suicide, and you fire his nephew in the same month?”They talked over each other, voices rising.Arabella sat perfectly still.Hands folded.Silent."Stock down twenty percent." Someone jabbed a finger at her. "Protests. Violence at our headquarters. Acid attacks.""What exactly were you hired to do, Ms. Greene? Destroy us?”"And weren't you engaged?" Mr. Campbell's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Yet somehow Mr. Sterling ended his decade-long relationship to pursue you?” Arabella's jaw clenched. Across the tabl

Paparazzi

"We're here." Ivan's voice was soft as he pulled through the Sterling estate gates. Arabella stirred, eyes half-closed. She stretched lazily. She leaned forward suddenly.Her face was inches from Ivan's."Wanna spend the night with me?" The words tumbled out, slurred.Completely drunk. She'd spent hours at a high-end bar downtown, drowning her feelings in expensive wine. Ivan smiled despite himself, cupping her flushed face gently.She rarely drank like this. Something was wrong. "Are you sure?" His voice was gentle. "You want me to stay the night at your ex-husband's house?” “Of course." She giggled. "You're my fiancé, aren't you?"Her words slurred together. Ivan leaned closer to unbuckle her seatbelt.His cheek brushed against hers.A sharp knock on the passenger window.Ivan rolled it down.Adrian stood outside, jaw tight, eyes fixed on how close they were.Adrian yanked the door open. "I'll take her from here."He reached for her.Ivan was already out of the car, moving ar

Conspiracy

Adrian pushed past her gently, stepping into the room.Arabella stood frozen.He set the tray on her desk. "Eat while it's hot. It'll help with the hangover.” Arabella closed the door slowly and approached the desk. She remembered everything from last night.He'd seen her drunk in Ivan's car. Seen Ivan carry her inside. Knew Ivan had spent the night in her room.And yet here he was. Calm. Kind. Like nothing had happened.It terrified her. She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the bowl.Took a cautious sip.Adrian stood watching. "How is it?”She didn't look at him."It's good.” This wasn't how it was supposed to go.She'd done everything to push him away. Humiliate him.And somehow it had brought him closer instead. She braced herself to tell him to leave.Opened her mouth—"Take your time." He headed for the door. "I'll let you rest.” The door closed softly behind him.Arabella stared at it.He was different today. Calm. Gentle.No desperation. No begging. Arabella bit

Press Conference

The press room at Sterling Law Group was packed.Cameras lined the walls. Reporters filled every seat, murmuring as live broadcast lights flickered on.Adrian sat in the front row alongside Serena and three board members.Waiting.None of them believed a press conference could save the company now. The stock had dropped 40% in three days.Cash reserves were depleting. Client contracts were being canceled.Sterling Law Group was bleeding out. Arabella stepped onto the stage.The room exploded“Ms. Greene! Did your audit drive Martin Hale to suicide?""Were the fired employees right about internal corruption?"“Did you target Serena Smith personally?”Arabella reached the podium and placed a thin folder down.Beside it, she set a small glass bottle filled with clear liquid.The soft clink echoed through the microphones.Slowly, the room went quiet."Thank you for coming." Her voice was calm. Steady."I understand the concerns about recent events at Sterling Law Group. I'm here to addr

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