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“Make yourself at home. I’m going to change.” I disappeared in my bedroom and realized a little too late that there was no way I could unzip my dress by myself. Shit. I ran my hands over my face before I called, “Wren?” He appeared behind me moments later with concern on his face. “What’s wrong? Are you having another attack?” I shook my head. “No. Um, my dress. I can’t unzip it.” He didn’t say anything. He just…stared. Just like that day we graduated high school. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to—”

He is the same man who blackmailed me to marry him. I looked up only to find that Noah had already left. I order two chicken burger meals and was waiting for my order when suddenly someone asked me,"Babe, why satisfy only your husband. Just look around. We are here too." I looked up to find three men staring at me. All three of them looked like some wrestlers. Well also like loafers. I didn't reply and just sat quietly on my table waiting for Noah to come. Suddenly one of them sat on the chair beside me and started moving his finger up and down on my hand.

I can't let that happen. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have agreed. I was only thinking about myself." The weight of it all hit me at once. Colin, the quiet man I thought I knew, had a hidden kink. He even resorted to blackmail. I felt exhausted. "I'm sorry," I said finally to Scott. "He never should've threatened you. Don't panic. I'll talk to him. I won't let him spread anything about Natalie." After that, we parted ways.

MARCUS HALE DEAD — QUESTIONS REMAIN The public would move on. But consequences wouldn’t. Because somewhere in the fallout— Jonathan Blackwood was preparing his final move. And this time, he wouldn’t hide behind proxies.

Black stood in his study, staring at a wall of screens. News channels. Financial analysts. Gossip anchors smiling as they dissected the failure of his marriage like entertainment. “This is an attack,” he said coldly. No one responded. “They breached a sealed filing,” his lawyer said carefully. “We’re trying to identify the source.” Mr. Black’s eyes darkened. “Find them.” He didn’t rage. He didn’t shout. That was always when he was most dangerous. Georgia’s accusations—mafia ties, affairs, criminal dealings—were no longer whispered secrets. They were printed allegations. Discussed by men who once shook his hand. By women who once envied his wife.

Elena turned slightly, remote in hand, and unmuted the news just as the anchor’s voice shifted to something urgent. “Breaking this morning — a series of leaked financial documents appear to tie Blackwood Industries to illegal offshore accounts under the codename Project Arcadia. The leak, posted anonymously online early today, has already sparked federal inquiries—” Elena froze. Adrian’s fork clattered against his plate. His face went still, color draining as he turned toward the TV. On-screen, a swirl of headlines flashed: #BlackwoodScandal, ‘Corporate Giant Under Fire’, ‘Sources Link Leak to Former Partner Vincent Drake.’

He stood slowly, pulling me up with him. “Gentlemen,” he said, voice like ice, “we’ll need to reschedule. Something urgent has come up.” As we left the room, Marcus showed us his tablet. The headline was already trending: **“Blackwood Holdings Facing Criminal Investigation – SEC Subpoenas Issued Over Fraud Allegations Stemming from Holt-Blackwood Feud”** Multiple federal agents were reportedly heading to Blackwood Tower. Accounts were being frozen. And the final line in the article made my stomach drop:

"I forgot what it felt like to not be looking over my shoulder every ten seconds." "The silence is ours now, Ella. We earned it." The lobby of Blackwood Global was a chaotic sea of flashbulbs and shouting reporters. Adrian’s security had been replaced by the NYPD and federal agents, but the press was a beast they couldn't cage. As the elevator doors slid open, a wall of white light hit us. "Director Monroe! Is it true you’ve evicted the Board?" "Lucian! Are the fraud charges against your brother legitimate?" "Is the Monroe-Blackwood alliance back on?"

“But with all the big players involved, there must be some intense competition behind the scenes. Any… unusual pressure? Or people trying to play dirty?” I kept my tone light, almost playful, but my pulse quickened. This was the probe, testing for cracks. The blackmailer’s silence,made me wonder if Adrian’s world overlapped with something darker. He shrugged, but I caught a brief flicker in his eyes , something guarded. “There’s always politics in this game. Handshakes, backroom deals. But we stay clean. Focus on results.” His hand reached across the table, covering mine. “Why the sudden questions, sunshine? Worried about me?”

"He's panicking. By dawn, he'll have bigger concerns than NovaTech." "What did you do?" "I defended our territory. Sometimes the best negotiations happen without words." She spent the night monitoring the digital storm Cipher unleashed. Blackstone's carefully constructed empire began showing cracks as investigators noticed patterns previously hidden. By morning, he'd fled the summit to manage crisis control. "One predator down," Elena murmured, watching the sunrise. The final summit day brought unexpected dividends. With Blackstone's dramatic exit, other players reassessed NovaTech's position. The mysterious company that had somehow triggered a billionaire's downfall demanded respect or at l