SophiaThe air in the private dining room hums with quiet tension. Chloe sits across from me, sipping her wine like a woman who has already won.I let her believe it.She thinks she’s fooling me, thinks I’ve welcomed her back into Carter Industries with open arms. But I know exactly who she is. What she is.A traitor.And traitors have no place at my table.The waiter pours another glass of champagne, but I barely acknowledge him. My focus remains on Chloe—her posture, the careful way she controls her expressions, the calculated confidence in her smile.She’s playing a role.I just don’t know whose script she’s following yet.“So,” she says lightly, swirling her wine as if she isn’t sitting across from the woman whose life she tried to destroy, “what exactly is my role in all this, Sophia?”I smile, setting my glass down with a quiet clink. “You’ll handle client acquisitions. Secure new partnerships. Rebuild the trust Nathan destroyed.”Chloe raises a brow, amusement flickering across
SophiaThe morning light filters through the high-rise windows of my office, golden and deceptive. I sit at my desk, fingers curled around the handle of my coffee cup, but my mind is far from the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.Chloe took the bait.She thinks she’s integrating herself back into Carter Industries. She thinks she’s secured a foothold.I let her believe it.But Bellion’s latest report confirms my suspicions—she’s making small, calculated financial moves. At first glance, they seem harmless, but when you know what to look for?It’s a slow, methodical betrayal.Across from me, Alex leans against the edge of my desk, flipping through a copy of the same report. His sharp golden-brown eyes flick upward, meeting mine. “She’s bold.”“Too bold,” I murmur, setting my cup down. “She wants us to see her making these moves.”Bellion clears his throat from where he stands near the bookshelf. “Which means she either thinks we’re foolish or—”“She’s baiting us,” Alex finishe
SophiaThe crisp morning air does nothing to cool the slow-burning fire inside me.Chloe is slipping.Bellion confirmed it late last night—she accessed the files I fed her, but she hesitated before making her next move.She’s smart enough to recognize a trap.But not smart enough to avoid stepping into one.I take a sip of my coffee, the bitter taste grounding me as I stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse. Below, the city hums with early morning life, people moving like pieces on a chessboard.Chloe thinks she’s maneuvering me.Nathan thinks he’s controlling her.But the truth?They’re both already cornered.I turn when I hear the quiet rustle of movement behind me. Alex stands in the doorway, a folder in hand, his sharp gaze assessing me.“You’re quiet,” he remarks, stepping inside.I arch a brow. “Do you prefer when I monologue my revenge plans aloud?”His lips twitch, but his eyes remain serious. “Bellion sent his update.”I reach for the folder, flipping it open. M
Sophia Power is an illusion. The strongest men don’t actually own power; they only convince others that they do. And right now, Nathan is still convincing himself that he has control. I stand at the center of Alex’s penthouse, Bellion’s latest intel spread across the table before me. The dim lighting casts long shadows over the documents, financial records, and offshore transactions—all leading to one undeniable fact. Nathan is shifting, adapting. Not just fighting to survive—but planning his next throne. Alex leans against the wall, arms crossed. His sharp gaze flicks from me to Bellion. “He’s not running scared. He’s running smarter.” Bellion nods. “The last move wasn’t enough to break him. But it did something else—it made him reckless.” I tap my fingers against the edge of the table. Reckless men make mistakes. And mistakes? They are leverage. I lift my gaze. “Where’s Chloe?” Bellion’s expression darkens slightly. “Still with him.” I exhale, my fingers tightening. Chloe i
SophiaThe morning chill bites at my skin as I step out onto the balcony of Alex's penthouse, the city stretching out before me like a living entity, pulsing, breathing, waiting.Today is the beginning of the end.The press leak went live an hour ago. And Nathan? He's no doubt already seen it.Alex strides alongside me, his presence steady, unwavering. He's got his phone up, scanning the breaking news. "It's spreading fast. We hit him hard."I nod, but my chest is tight with anticipation. We need to hit him harder.Nathan isn't the type of guy to roll over and take a loss. He's already plotting, recalcuating. He'll come at us again.And when he does?I'll be ready.Alex jams his phone into his pocket, his head tilted slightly to the side. "What's next?"I exhale, watching the city move beneath us. “We make sure he has nowhere left to run.”Because for Nathan Carter?There won’t be a second chance.NathanThe weight of my empire is shifting beneath me.I sit in my office—one of my last
SophiaNathan prepares for war.That much is clear.Alex and I sit across from him in his office, the weight of Bellion's report hanging over us. The report is open on the desk, its contents confirming our worst nightmare—Nathan isn't retreating. He's reshaping.Alex leans forward, putting his fingers to his temple. "This isn't desperation. It's planning."I exhale, my hands clenching harder on the edges of the report. "He's not doing it to save himself—he's rebuilding. That means he has assets."Alex nods gravely. "And worse—he has supporters."The realization creeps into me like ice.Nathan is terrible by himself. But with the proper people backing him? He's unstoppable.Not if I get to him first.I straighten, my tone calm but firm. "We need to know who's supporting him."Alex looks at me. "We already have a lead."I raise an eyebrow.He points to the report. "The meeting Bellion intercepted—Nathan wasn't discussing business with old associates. He was in a room with politicians. S
SophiaI never knew I believed in silence before.For years, I existed for action, for movement. A plan wasn't a thought—it was a shield, a weapon, a lifeline. But now that I gaze out over the skyline stretching endlessly before me from Alex's penthouse, all I possess is silence.The city pulsates beneath me, alive with noise, oblivious to the war growing in the shadows.Nathan is rallying.Bellion’s latest report confirmed as much. Nathan isn't just fighting to survive—he’s building something. Something bigger, something darker. He’s moved past desperation and into something far more dangerous: calculated vengeance.And Chloe? She’s still at his side. Whether she’s his accomplice or his pawn, I’m not sure. But she made her choice the moment she betrayed me.I gasp, holding my fingers to my temples. I should have known better. I should have anticipated Nathan's comeback.Now, I have no choice.I must end this.Footsteps approach me, distracting me from my concentration. Alex is in the
SophiaThe door slams shut behind us, entombing us in the dark.The quiet is deafening.Nathan's footsteps echo down the corridor, one by one by one, growing fainter and fainter.And then—nothing further occurs.I draw a slow, deliberate breath, forcing my heart to steady. The chill steel cage in my palm reminds me of the real world. The woman inside clutches my wrist, knuckles locked, eyes wide with something beyond terror.I hold her hand carefully. "We're extracting you."Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Just a stiff nod.Alex steps next to me, his stance tense. He's already scanning the room, the door, weighing the possibilities. His mind thinks fast, always planning three moves ahead. But even he understands we don't have much time left.Nathan just issued the rules.And we stepped right into his game.Bellion's voice crackles through the earpiece. "Report."Alex puts a hand to his ear, voice clipped. "We've got hostages. Dozen, at least. Nathan locked us in."There's a si
SophiaThe car ride back to Bellion’s safe house was suffocating. Not because of the space, but because of Chloe. She sat there, shoulders hunched, eyes downcast, the weight of her own betrayal pressing against her like chains. She wasn’t speaking, and for once, I didn’t feel the need to pull words from her.Because I didn’t trust a damn thing she had to say.Alex drove with calculated ease, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his golden-brown eyes flicking toward the rearview mirror every few seconds to check for a tail. We all knew Nathan wouldn’t just let this go. He never did.“We should have killed him,” Alex muttered, breaking the silence.Bellion, who had been silent beside me, tilted his head slightly. “It’s never that simple with men like Nathan.”I exhaled sharply. “It will be. Because I’m going to make sure of it.”Chloe shifted beside me, flinching slightly, as if she had something to say but was too afraid to speak it.Good.She should be afraid.Because if she thought
SophiaThe sound of Chloe’s ragged breathing filled the back seat of Alex’s car as we sped through the empty streets. She was barely holding herself together, her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress like she could ground herself through sheer force of will. She had been quiet since we left Nathan’s mansion, too quiet. But I wasn’t in the mood to coax words out of her.She had made her choices. And now, she was facing the consequences.Alex glanced at me from the driver’s seat, his expression unreadable. “She needs medical attention,” he said, voice low but firm.“She needs to start talking,” I countered, turning in my seat to face her. “Why did Nathan take you?”Chloe swallowed hard, staring at the passing streetlights like they held the answers. “He said I was a liability,” she whispered. “That I was an unfinished problem that needed to be taken care of.”A sharp pulse of satisfaction ran through me. So, Nathan wasn’t invincible after all. If he was eliminating liabilities, i
SophiaI leaned against the city skyline from the penthouse window, my hand clenched around the stem of a wine glass. The amber liquid inside didn't much ripple, but my mind was far from still. The battle between Nathan and me had grown more powerful than business, more powerful than revenge. It was personal now.Bellion's voice echoed in my head. "Chloe's been exposed. Nathan hasn't moved yet."That was the problem.Nathan never remained still.I looked over at Alex, who was sitting on the couch, watching me. His suit jacket draped over the arm of the couch, his white shirt sleeves rolled up as he sipped a drink. He was just as tired as I was."He's plotting something," I said finally.Alex sighed. "Of course, he is."I set my glass on the table and folded my arms. "Then why do I get the feeling that we're still one step behind?"Alex stared at me with all seriousness. "Because Nathan is most dangerous when he is quiet. He is letting the world destroy Chloe first before he moves."I
SophiaI stood in the doorway of my office, looking out over the city I had fought so long to reclaim. The skyline burned gold in the early evening light, the glass towers creating the illusion of tranquility. But inside me, inside this war I was waging, it was anything but peaceful.Nathan had begun it, setting fire to the orphanage, and I had retaliated. A move for a move. A game of burn and destroy.But now we were past retaliating.This was no longer a battle.It was a reckoning.A gentle knock at the door snapped me out of my trance. Bellion entered, his face as serene as ever, but his eyes sharp. "It's done."I turned to face him, my fists curled around the edge of my desk. "And?"Bellion gave me a black leather folder. "The case is airtight. Offshore accounts. Illegal arms dealings. Bribes. This—" He tapped the folder. "—is what takes Nathan Carter down."I exhaled slowly, heart rate consistent. "Then we run it."Bellion hesitated, and that was so out of character that I notice
SophiaThe orphanage retained the scent of smoke. It clung to the walls, to the furniture, to the air that I inhaled, like a reminder of what had happened.I stood in the remains of what had been the children's library, my fists clenched at my hips. The bookshelves were burnt half-way, some scattered on the floor, their cracked and blackened spines gleaming. Ash swirled in the sun through the shattered windows, coating the desecrated remains of the world I'd built for them.For them.And Nathan had laid waste to it.I gasped hard through my nose, trying to suppress the anger raging hotter than the fire that had nearly consumed this structure.Behind me, Mrs. Peterson crossed her arms, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "They could have died, Sophia. If we hadn't smelled the smoke in time..." Her voice broke. She took a shuddering breath, fighting to continue. "Whoever did this wanted to make a point. And we both know who that is."I already did.I turned around, my face c
SophiaI barely slept.Chloe's voice lingered in my mind like a dirge. Not the threat, but the words. Not the implication—that it was going to happen. But the finality of it."Tyler's going to steal something from you. This time, it's personal."She'd smiled when she spoke. Not with menace—but at last.And that frightened me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against my knee. The city outside the hotel window was already awake, the skyline burning with streaks of early morning light.Alex remained sleeping on the couch, his shirt unlatched at the collar, his face serene in a way that did not usually happen when he was awake. He had remained sitting with me for the majority of the night, observing, waiting—aware I would never reveal to him what was really bothering me.Because I had no idea how to tell him.For the first time since this war began, I wasn't sure I was prepared for what lay ahead.Nathan's always played a game of power, a game of dominati
SophiaCity lights streaked across the car window, neon smudges against the black ink of night. The hum of the engine filled the silence between us, thick with all we had not said and tension that refused to disperse.Nathan had lost.But why did it seem like we were still caught up in his game?I curled my fingers around the detonator, its smooth edges cold in my hand. Its power should have been satisfying. The way Nathan's smirk had faltered, the way his shoulders had stiffened when he'd realized I'd outmaneuvered him.But his parting words gave me hesitation."You think you've won?"Alex was beside me, his form coiled in repressed anger, his amber eyes fixed ahead. His knuckles were white on his knee, his fingers twitching as though he was struggling not to pull a gun on the air itself.I exhaled slowly. "Say it."His head moved slightly, his jaw tight. "Say what?""That you think I should have let you kill him."Alex's mouth opened, then closed again. He inhaled through his nostri
SophiaThe moment the countdown stopped, the air in the warehouse shifted. Silence stretched, thick and unyielding, as if the universe itself had paused, waiting to see what would happen next.Nathan stood motionless, his smirk still lingering, but something flickered in his eyes—something close to frustration. He hadn’t planned for this. He hadn’t expected me to win.For the first time in this game we'd played, I saw the cracks in his perfect control.Alex still had the gun pressed to Nathan's temple, his breath steady, his grip tight. I could see the math in his eyes—whether killing Nathan here, now, would subtract from or add to our problems.I already knew the answer.It wouldn't be enough.It had taken Nathan years to construct his empire, ringing the city with his power like an impenetrable fist. Assassinating him would only make him a martyr to the citizens who still remained faithful to him.We had to dismantle him piece by piece.Destroy him in a way he could never recover fr
SophiaNathan’s smirk tightens as his finger presses down on the detonator.The blinking red lights surrounding the warehouse pulse in unison, their glow reflecting in his cold, calculating eyes.He’s baiting us.Nathan Carter doesn’t set off explosives without an audience.And we’re the ones playing right into his hands.Alex stiffens beside me, his gun steady in his grip. His muscles are taut, his stance predatory. He’s waiting for the right moment to strike. But I know Nathan better than that.Nathan isn’t reckless.He doesn’t bluff.And right now, the only thing keeping us alive is the fact that he still wants something.Nathan tilts his head slightly, amusement flickering across his face. “You seem awfully calm for someone about to watch everything they love burn.”I don’t rise to the bait.Because that’s exactly what he wants.I take a slow step forward. “If you were going to kill us, you would have done it already.”His fingers flex around the detonator, but his smirk doesn’t f