Frozen.

CHAPTER ELEVEN SOREN'S POV The revelation stood in the air between us, this was toxic and completely devastating. Julian Croft is in possession of the exact names of the informants who sold out the Valez empire from the inside, effectively holding the smoking gun to a twenty-year corporate execution. I looked at Dante, watching the terrifying realization settle over his features. The aggressive, confrontational energy he usually projected was entirely absent, replaced by a cold, silent fury that was infinitely more dangerous. He stared at the glowing screen of my laptop."My mother spent millions trying to uncover the internal leak," Dante stated."She hired private investigators, completely purged the executive board, and spent the last decade assuming the traitor was already dead. And your father had the list sitting on a personal server this entire time.""It was classified as a historical liability," I explained, desperately trying to maintain my own composure as the narrati

Caught Red Handed

CHAPTER TWELVE DANTE'S POV The sheer volume of the Blackridge estate ballroom was a chaotic blend of clinking crystal and aggressive corporate networking, bouncing loudly off the vaulted ceilings.I surrendered my phone to the student volunteer at the front security desk, sliding the device into a numbered plastic bin before stepping fully into the main hall. Soren walked right beside me, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that made him look like a literal weapon forged for corporate warfare. The stark, formal clothing only amplified the rigid, untouchable composure he naturally carried, drawing the attention of nearly every investor and student we passed. "Julian is standing near the south bar," Soren murmured, keeping his gaze directed straight ahead as we navigated the crowded floor. "He is currently attempting to impress a senior partner from a regional equity firm. I am going to intercept the conversation and completely dismantle his talking points.""Make sure you keep

The Keys To What You're Looking For.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN SOREN'S POV Julian Croft was remarkably easy to dismantle. I spent exactly twelve minutes systematically destroying his entire financial philosophy, isolating him from the senior equity partner he had been desperately trying to impress. The sheer predictability of his arrogance made the distraction almost boring, but I kept my focus locked on his infuriated reactions, ensuring he never once glanced toward the security wing. When Julian finally stormed away toward the opposite side of the ballroom, his face flushed an angry, mottled red, I allowed myself a brief moment of satisfaction. I checked the heavy silver watch on my wrist. Thirteen minutes total. Dante should have completed the cloning sequence and slipped back into the crowd by now. I turned away from the bar, scanning the densely packed floor. The ambient noise of the networking event continued around me, a chaotic blend of corporate jargon and clinking glasses, but I couldn't locate Dante anywhere

All Chapters of Heated Rivalry: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

Frozen.

Caught Red Handed

The Keys To What You're Looking For.