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she finally asked. "Of course," Damien said, gaze still locked on the live stream. "Once the chairman d******ds the app, he’ll input the Cruz shares using his personal passcode. When the others see that, they’ll rush to d******d the app too through the link Gilbert will soon share." "Okay…" she said slowly. "And then," Damien continued with quiet certainty, "I step in." Lyriel turned to him, confused. "The app’s security is tight. How would you do anything?”

My lawyer, Davies, was also present and while he was usually a calm presence, I could tell by the he kept clicking his pen that even he was nervous. “Mona, we’ve been working tirelessly,” Ben began, his voice laced with apprehension. “We’ve scoured every digital footprint, every backchannel. It’s like they vanished into thin air after the transaction.” “Vanished?” I repeated, My voice was dangerously soft, a silk-edged blade. “That's your excuse! No one takes a huge chunk of my company and then disappears without a trace.” “Or perhaps you’re not looking hard enough?” I rose from my chair, the sudden movement causing them all to flinch. I walked to the large window overlooking the city, the s

Ava and Damian Disagree Ava seethed at the list of donors and supporters Vance had gathered in the last two months on the wall of the safe room beneath the house. She turned to Damian. "You knew Vance was a danger?" "I thought he retired." "You thought wrong." Damian took a step closer. "So what do we do?" Ava nodded. "We expose them." "No. Not yet. That'll break the board—" "They already burned your name, Damian." "You think I don't know that?" He snapped. Ava blinked. "I've lost everything once. I won't lose her too." "You won't." A beat of silence occurred between them.

Three days. That’s how long I’ve lived on black coffee, half-charged devices, and adrenaline. The cyber-division hums around me, the low chorus of printers and murmured updates. My desk has become a war zone of open files, flash drives, and empty mugs. Every thread I pull on Damon Vale leads somewhere new—shell companies, private accounts, charitable donations that vanish mid-route. And now, finally, the map of his empire lies before me in all its deceptive symmetry.

“Then we go in together. No solo stunts. Not this time.” Dominique smirked faintly. “I’ll try not to run off and poke the beast alone.” They activated the link—a dark net portal Damien had acquired from a defunct dom network with rumors of dangerous undercurrents. The entrance was hidden behind an innocuous shell site: an online museum for antique dolls. Clicking a cracked porcelain face on the third shelf triggered a cascading page redirect and a black screen that read: Welcome to Marionette’s Mirror You’re the puppet now. Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded.

One of Damien’s large, calloused hands rested flat on the edge of the desk, his silver-gray eyes tracking the scrolling lines of code with a predatory focus. "She’s using a multi-hop VPN anchored in the Brussels node," Elias murmured, his voice dropping into a low, velvet thread that carried no professional distance. He didn't flinch as Damien’s chest brushed against his back with every breath. "Every time Lila Voss attempts a secondary forensic trace, the signature self-terminates and re-allocates to an offshore ledger pool. It’s a classic extraction loop."

Vance walked to the edge of the ruined warehouse, looking out at the vast, empty desert. "I don't care about your brother's movies, Francis. And I don't care about Danielson's billions," Vance said, his hands folded behind his back. "I care about the precedent. The world has grown soft, bloated on the illusion of digital safety. People like Danielson believe that because their assets exist in the cloud, they are immune to the gravity of the earth. I want to show them the dirt." He turned back to Francis, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying, absolute clarity.

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Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate