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The First Strike The lawsuit was filed at dawn. By noon, it was on every major news outlet. By evening, the world knew that Alexander Steele had declared war. I sat in the sleek black leather chair of Alexander’s office, scrolling through endless headlines. "Steele Enterprises Takes Luxor Industries to Court—Corporate War Begins!" "Damien King Accused of Corporate Espionage—Is Cassandra Knight the Puppet Master?" "Alexander Steele’s Billion-Dollar Lawsuit: The Fight That Could Reshape the Industry."

“The ad campaign has been accelerated. Influencers have received early kits under NDA. Olivia’s team is pushing teaser content to build anticipation. By the time Eterna launches, the world will already be curious about our scent.” Olivia, leaning against the console with arms folded, added, “And Liam is building a trace route to track Sable.ghost.” I watched the mix of reactions. Determination in some eyes. Fear in others. A few glanced at one another, murmurs of uncertainty threading under their breath. Then a man in a dark suit stepped forward. Harris. One of our senior execs. Old money, older thinking. “With all due respect, Alpha,” he began cautiously, “shouldn’t we consider suing? Publi

Seconds later, a breaking news alert buzzed across my phone screen: BREAKING: Cassandra Deveraux files federal suit to seize control of Montrose Trust assets. Claims fraudulent inheritance. Seeks full audit of Crest Tech’s founding capital. I froze. She hadn’t joined me. She’d gone to war.

I watched her drive away, then dragged the suitcase inside, my brain spinning. Once I was back in my room, I locked the door and checked for any hidden cameras. Then I unzipped the suitcase. On top, everything looked normal—clothes, shoes, toiletries. Nothing weird. But when I lifted the fake bottom, I found the real stuff. There was a tiny earpiece, smaller than a bean. A slim device that looked like a power bank—but definitely wasn’t. And a lipstick I knew had a secret micro-camera inside. I was still checking the stuff in the suitcase when my phone buzzed. It was a text from a number I didn’t know: “Secure the line. Now.”

I grit in anger. “You know I can get very petty when it comes to my wife Nicholas” he tells me, “I actually wanted to do this in secret but watching this lousy press conference of yours, I decided to do something to spice it up a little, i mean that would give it the much deserved attention. Here” he slams some document on the podium in front of me, “First off, Avanti is suing you for a twenty billion dollars court suit for contract breach” My forehead curls into a frown the moment his words reach my ear and after a while, I started to laugh. Is he kidding me right now?”

"She’s the reason I’m suing the Board for ten million dollars tomorrow morning. You might want to tell your partners to get their papers ready." Mark’s face went pale. "Ten million? On what grounds?" "Defamation," Caspian said. "And some other things we found in the archives before the 'glitch' happened. Have a nice night, Mark." The man scurried away. I looked at Caspian, my eyes wide. "You’re suing them? For ten million?" "I'm suing them to make them busy," Caspian said. "While they’re talking to lawyers about money, they aren't talking to the police about you. It’s called a distraction."

Her face was splashed across every major layout, positioned right next to Nathaniel’s bitter, pinched expression from the night before. "Nathaniel is trying to frame me as a corporate spy," Tiffany said, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. "He’s trying to destroy my agency before we even launch our new branding division." "He’s desperate," Julian observed, his gray eyes tracking her movements as she stepped closer to him. "He lost four million dollars and his dignity in a span of ten minutes last night. This is his only play—to drag you down so that my association with you looks like a lapse in judgment."

) (“You’re dead if I catch you!” (“I won’t spare the orphanage either!”) Aelia’s brows knitted in confusion, just then a headline popped up and her entire body went rigid. (“Just in, more girls are filling a lawsuit against Alan Spencer, the third generation heir to the Spencer Foundation, accusing him of sexually assaulting them. Their stocks are continuing to plummet and is now down by 60% in less than twenty four hours.”) Aelia’s phone slipped from her hands and landed on the bed with a dull thud. Her head was spinning and her conversation with Pedro replayed back to her.

He texted me, “Anna, this is all my fault. Tessa didn’t mean to secretly film you yesterday. Could you please go easy on her?” I replied, “Leo, you still haven’t seen her for who she really is.” Then I sent him her text message, along with the surveillance footage from the villa. Later, I heard that Leo broke up with Tessa. Too ashamed to face us, he asked to be transferred overseas. And thanks to all the attention from the scandal, Gibson Corporation’s stock price actually jumped. They also finally landed the overseas deal they had been negotiating for so long.

"And he doesn't need a sniper team to handle a man like you, Dominic. He just needs a reason." Thorne laughed, a dry sound that was swallowed by the crashing of the tide. "He’s losing his grip. My lawyers are filing the espionage suit at 9:00 AM tomorrow. By noon, your face will be on every news cycle in the country. 'The Red Hook Honey-Trap.' It’s a headline that writes itself." "You don't want a headline," I countered, stepping closer. "You want the waterfront. You want the Vane Heights land because you’ve already pre-sold the development rights to the European consortium. I know about the commission, Dominic. I know about the bypass on the environmental impact studies."