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Wait... what ?

MelowieInside my private study, the air was dead silent, heavy with the sharp scent of stale espresso and cold rain.I stood behind my desk, holding a heavy crystal paperweight between my fingers, my eyes fixed on the live television monitor mounted on the wall. The news ticker scrolled across the bottom of the screen in violent, bright red letters:VEYRA-VARESS TAKEOVER SCANDAL: HEIRESS ACCUSED OF THREE-YEAR CALCULATED CORPORATE REVENGE.Beside me, Nathan stood with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his jaw locked so tight the muscle beneath his ear was twitching."It's Adelina," Nathan said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "She's the only one with access to those framed court summary drafts. She leaked them to the Financial Times at midnight to turn the board against you before the arbitration line is locked.""I know," I said softly.My voice didn't shake. Adelina Varess thought a smear campaign could break me. She thought that by turning the European press into a weapon,

Last Updated : 2026-09-20

I Knew What It Was

NoelThe lift rose to the top floor of the Veyra Estate in complete, suffocating silence.I arrived forty minutes before the scheduled follow-up negotiation. I hadn't slept in nearly forty-eight hours. My suit was dark, my tie knotted tight, but beneath the tailored wool, every nerve ending in my body felt raw, exposed, and bleeding.The media circus outside the estate gates had reached a fever pitch following my mother's leak to the Financial Times. Dozens of news vans lined the perimeter road, satellite dishes pointed at the sky, reporters shouting questions into live lenses every time a tinted sedan slowed near the iron bars.When the lift doors slid open, the floor was eerie in its quiet.The usual bustle of junior associates and paralegals was gone. The Veyra Group had cleared the wing, locking down administrative access to keep the press spotlight from penetrating the inner sanctum. A sole security guard checked my credentials, pointed toward Melowie's corner office, and steppe

Last Updated : 2026-09-20

George Varess

Noel Inside lions bee's dining room, my father sat across from me at a small round table, sipping a red wine with practiced ease of a man who had never known a day of panic in his entire life.George Varess had been missing for nearly five months.While the company burned, while my mother waged her vicious media campaigns, and while the Veyra Group systematically swallowed our secondary equity blocks, my father had been tucked away in his villa in St. Moritz, completely detached from the fallout.Until tonight.He had called my private line three hours ago, requesting a "quiet dinner between father and son." "You look dreadful, Noel," my father remarked softly, setting his crystal glass onto the white linen tablecloth. His sharp blue eyes, the same shade as mine... scanned my sunken cheeks, the dark shadows under my eyes, and the slight tremor in my fingers as I cut into my steak. "You’re letting this business consume you.""The company is undergoing a hostile takeover, Dad," I ras

Last Updated : 2026-09-21

Fucking True

MelowieThe glare of camera lights washed over the grand briefing room at the Veyra Group headquarters, turning the air hot and stifling.I stood behind the brushed-steel podium, flanked by Nathan on my left and three senior legal partners on my right. In front of us sat three rows of international press, their notebooks open, their digital recorders lined up along the mahogany edge like tiny black daggers.The only sound was the incessant, rapid click of shutter button."Good afternoon," I began. My voice was smooth, cool, and perfectly controlled weapon polished through three years of exile and absolute discipline. "We have called this press conference to directly address the unsanctioned, defamatory allegations published by the Financial Times early yesterday morning."Nathan stepped forward slightly, adjusting his mic, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with lethal precision.I read straight from the single-page statement resting on the podium. We laid out the hard financial facts:

Last Updated : 2026-09-23

With My Life

MelowieAfter I left the conference, I drove straight to the estate.I stood by the grand fireplace, my arms wrapped tightly around my waist, my eyes fixed on the cold, unlit hearth. My heart was still hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs.Can you confirm or deny... a child you have kept completely hidden...My skin felt hot and prickled with ice. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the camera lenses zooming in on my face, searching for the crack in my skin, waiting to drag my two-year-old boy into their circus.Behind me, the door opened softly, then clicked shut.Sophie walked into the room, her heels making no sound on the thick Persian rug. She didn't carry a tablet. She didn't carry a stack of legal briefs. She didn't look like the razor-sharp chief of staff who had helped me orchestrate a multi-million-franc hostile takeover.She looked like a friend who was watching me drown."Nathan is downstairs with security," Sophie said softly, her voice low and tight. "He’s

Last Updated : 2026-09-23

Who deserves to win ?

GideonSeated inside my unbadged black car, the engine idling with a low, barely audible hum. The soft glow of two encrypted mobile phones illuminated the dashboard. On the passenger seat lay a thick, leather-bound dossier detailing forty years of cross-border financial transactions between the Veyra Group and Varess International, the dark, ugly skeleton my clients paid me to keep buried.I picked up the first phone. I dialed Noel’s private line.It rang twice before he answered. He didn't say hello. He didn't ask who was calling. His breath came through the receiver in a ragged, shallow, hollow rhythm."You're watching the broadcast, aren't you, Noel?" I said softly, my voice smooth, calm, and utterly devoid of judgment."What do you know, Gideon?" Noel rasped. His voice sounded shredded, burnt out from two days of silent agony. "Who was that reporter? Who paid him to ask that question?"I leaned back against the leather headrest, swirling the unlit cigarette between my fingers. "D

Last Updated : 2026-09-23

I Won't let that happen

MelowieWe were finally at the Grand Ballroom of the Hôtel des Bergues .Every power broker, high-court judge, and banking titan was jammed into the space, their laughter tinkling like cheap glass against the backdrop of a live string quartet. They were all waiting for the main event. They weren't here for the children’s hospital charity; they were here to watch two corporate empires tear each other to shreds on a polished dance floor.My hand tightened around the stem of my untouched champagne glass until the glass groaned under the pressure.I stood near the grand archway in a sweeping, midnight-blue silk gown, my dark hair styled into a high, sculpted crown. Beside me, Nathan looked immaculate in a tailored tuxedo, his posture locked, his sharp eyes scanning the room like a sniper guarding a high-value asset."Sophie just called," Nathan murmured under his breath, leaning down slightly so his voice wouldn't carry past the violin music. "The transport route from the estate was clea

Last Updated : 2026-09-24

Leave me, let me be

Noel The cold night air on the terrace hit my face like an open palm, but it did nothing to cool the fever burning behind my eyes. Behind us, double-paned glass doors muffled the swell of the string quartet and the meaningless chatter of Geneva's elite. Out here, suspended three stories above the street in the dark, damp air, there was only the smell of rain, wet stone, and the sharp, suffocating scent of lilies clinging to her skin. I stood between Melowie and the stone steps leading back down to the grand ballroom, blocking her exit. She stood frozen against the carved stone balustrade, her midnight-blue silk gown sweeping against the damp floor. In the dim amber light of the terrace lanterns, her face was a masterpiece of alabaster ice... smooth, unyielding, and utterly expressionless. Except for her hands. She held her small silk clutch pressed flat against her ribs, her knuckles white, her thumbs digging into the embroidered fabric with a desperate, frantic pressure. "Get

Last Updated : 2026-09-25

The heck is going on?

MelowieThe white text was gone, buried back inside the dark silk of my clutch, but the words hung suspended in the cold night air like a corpse.The blood had completely drained from his face, leaving his skin a sickly, hollow grey. His eyes raw, bloodshot, and wide with a terrifying, wild realization stared at my face, then down at my right hand, and then back into my eyes."Melowie..." he rasped. It wasn't a question. It was a dying man’s last breath. "Melowie, what... what was that?"My brain screamed at me to move. Three years of survival instincts surged up through my veins, demanding that I close the breach. I had rehearsed this exact nightmare a hundred times in the quiet dark of my study. If I were ever cornered, I had my forged cover stories ready, built layer by layer with Nathan's legal precision.It’s Beatrice’s boy. I’m a emergency guardian on his preschool paperwork.It’s my late cousin’s foundation account.It’s a philanthropic sponsorship for an elite private academy

Last Updated : 2026-09-25

Going after my son

NoelMy father’s voice shattered the air like an iron bar through fine crystal."Am I interrupting anything important?" George asked softly, his smooth, patrician tones cutting straight through the wet, heavy air of the terrace.In a fraction of a second, the universe lurched back into its brutal orbit.Melowie’s throat locked. The confession that had been hovering on her lips raw, weeping truth that had almost bridged the chasm between us vanished like smoke.I turned my head toward my father, a violent, murderous fury surging through my veins. "Get out, Dad," I choked out, my voice raw, shredded, and dangerous. "Leave us alone. Right now."George took a slow, deliberate sip of his wine, the ice cubes clinking softly against the heavy crystal glass, his sharp blue eyes sweeping over my trembling frame before settling on Melowie's wet, pale face."Now, Noel," George chided gently, his tone laced with that sickening, patronizing calm he used when handling unruly children or panicked sh

Last Updated : 2026-09-25

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