Like ravenous tongues, the flames licked the ceiling, consuming steel, glass, and wood without distinction. With each inhale, Nathan's lungs filled with bitter, scorching smoke, but he continued. couldn't. Anita had been shut out by him. As the fire burned all around him, that was the only idea keeping him anchored to reality. His gaze was tormented by her face, which was pale in the flickering emergency lights. She had been looking at him with anger, betrayal, and fear, but she was still trying to find anything valuable in him. He had not allowed her to remain. Because she would have perished if she had. Like a phantom, he navigated the top chambers of the vault, avoiding crumbling beams and passing broken monitors and overturned furniture. He was aware that every second was borrowed time now. But he had one last thing to do, one last message to deliver. Nathan arrived at the command terminal. With sparks exploding from its console like dying stars, it was half-destroyed. Neverthele
She was followed by the smoke. Smoke clung to her skin, her hair, and her thoughts even after the building collapsed, after the sirens screamed, and after a guard who was only devoted to Nathan pulled her from the turmoil. Ash was like mascara on her lashes. She left it in place. She was immobile. Not at all. As firefighters doused the already-dead with water, she watched from the other side of the yellow tape. Like a last curse, the vault's bones continued to smoulder and spew black clouds into the night. Twisted metal shrieked as it cooled, and steel bent where it shouldn't have.They referred to it as an accident. A spill of gas. electrical malfunction. There were rumours that it was terrorism. Some believed it to be sabotage. The contents of Nathan's vault were largely unknown. Only she. She also suspected she didn't know everything. She wrapped her fingers around the flash disc. A security guard with shaking hands and terrified eyes had put it into her palm. He h
Everything was silent. Too silent. As the last echoes of the explosion vanished into the darkness, Anita stood at the edge of the flaming debris, her body shaking. The structure that had once stood for Nathan's empire, his legacy, and his castle was now reduced to a charred skeleton of ash and twisted steel. She was unable to hear the distant cries of emergency sirens. Smoke spiralled into the sky like mourning veils, and all she could hear was the harsh, uneven sound of her own breath. He had returned for her. after which she was barred out. Her voice was hoarse from yelling his name, and her palms were scraped raw from beating on the sealed exit. He never did, however, open the door.Since he never meant to. She muttered, "Nathan," as though the wind might take her words back in time, past the debris and the fire, to the man who had given all up. Security, firefighters, and medical personnel moved around her, but she remained still. The edges of the world were blurred.
As the sun sank below the horizon and the city was bathed in an orange glow, the penthouse was eerily quiet. With the city's lights glimmering like far-off stars, Anita stood in front of the enormous windows. However, the vista began to feel more like a battlefield than a privilege. She was reminded of the empire she now ruled and the power that accompanied it by every shadow and light flicker. She didn't know when she had gone too far, when she had ceased to grieve for Nathan and begun planning her next course of action, but it had happened. The grieving had shifted to resolution sometime between viewing the files and realising the stakes.Everything Nathan had left behind had been given to her. All the nasty secrets. All of the shady deals. All the truths she had been denied. The world would suddenly be aware of it. There was no turning back. She had gone too far. Those who believed they could control, manipulate, and exploit Anita Grant would soon discover the hard way
Standing at her elegant mahogany desk, Anita felt the weight of the power she suddenly possessed pressing down on her chest. She had the authority to run the business and the empire that had previously belonged to Nathan, but that authority also came with the burden of tearing it down and starting over, brick by brick. The future would be shaped by every choice she made going forward. Standing upright in front of the board, she had already demonstrated her worth, but that was just the start. She was startled out of her daydream as her phone buzzed on the desk. When she noticed the caller ID, she paused her fingers as she reached for it. Daniel. This was what she had anticipated. Daniel's voice crackled over the phone, "Anita." "There is a circumstance. It's urgent. You must hear this firsthand.The anxiety she had been repressing began to creep up her spine as her heart skipped a beat. "What's happening?" "It concerns Harry." Anger rose in her chest as her pulse accelera
Above Anita's head, the faint illumination of a broken lamp flickered, creating long, unsettling shadows on the walls. She tried to calm herself by holding onto the edge of the table with trembling palms. She had arrived here as a result of every action she had taken during this tornado of upheaval, including choices, sacrifices, and betrayals. Right up till now. To Nathan, who stood opposite her and had that unreadable expression on his face. As though trying to remind her of something she already knew, her heart thumped loudly and insistently in her chest. Could she, however, trust herself? Would she be able to trust him? Anita tried to ignore the impending uncertainty by closing her eyes. Amidst the turmoil of everything—Harry's treachery, Eleanor's disdain, and Stacy's manipulation—one item caught her off guard: Nathan's silence. His distance.They had been balancing on a tightrope for months. Convenience marriage, a front, but gradually, gradually, it had evolved into
Between them, the weight of the quiet hung heavy and oppressive. Anita struggled to maintain her composure as her chest rose and fell and her breathing became irregular. However, it was not feasible. Everything she believed to be true about their world and about herself had been destroyed by Nathan's comments, which were facts she had never asked for. Nevertheless, there was a glimmer of something else behind the tempest of emotions raging within her. A glimpse of the person she had turned into in this cruel game. A lady with a history of abuse. A woman who had made it out alive. And a woman who would not be kept in the background any longer."Anita..." Nathan's eyes continued to beg for comprehension, and his voice was strained and urgent. You must have faith in me. I did everything I did for you. to keep you safe. In a subtle request for him to stop, she held out her hand. Her heart was overflowing with conflicting emotions, including fear, wrath, betrayal, and love.
As Anita made her way through the eerily quiet mansion's halls, her heart pounded against her ribs. Now, the commotion, the smoke, the flashing lights seemed like a faraway memory. Her feelings and thoughts were a whirlpool of bewilderment and sorrow. She could not get Nathan's face out of her head, his eyes meeting hers in that last second before everything broke down. Was he gone from her? Would all for which they had battled turn to ashes?She proceeded carefully through the building, her fingers brushing against the cool walls, each step echoing the anxiety that had pervaded the air for days. Although Nathan's absence felt like a wound too deep to ignore, Harry's betrayal still hurt. She needed to locate him. What had happened to him had to be known to her. However, nothing was ever easy. When Anita arrived at the end of the corridor, she was in front of the door leading to Nathan's office. The metal handle felt cold and unforgiving under her fingers, and it was locked.
Slow motion shattered the world. Nathan fell to the ground with a horrible thud as his body struck the concrete. Beneath him, blood spread like a dark flower, soaking through the white shirt. "No!" Anita fell to her knees next to him, her scream ripped from her throat. She pushed her trembling hands against his chest in an attempt to halt the bleeding, hold him to her, and prevent herself from breaking. "Nathan! Remain with me. You dare not abandon me at this time. You dare not! Only a gasp, a constricted breath, and a spasm of pain flickered through his jaw as his lips moved but no sound emerged.With a casual smugness, Harry lowered his weapon and took a step closer, his eyes glimmering with sinister glee. “You know, Anita, for a woman so full of fire, you really do keep making the same mistake.” Her eyes were flaming with fury as she turned to face him. He went on, gently circling her, "You think you're in control, but you're not." You weren't. Like your father, you
Like a heartbeat, the quiet between them throbbed. Shadows danced across Nathan's sharp features in the faint, flickering light, creating a haunting appearance. “You want the truth?” he murmured at last, his voice so low Anita had to lean in to catch the words. "Then get ready." Because your father isn't the only one involved. Everything is involved, including how we met, the Walkers, the Bennetts, and my business. Anita tensed. "What are you discussing?" Nathan pointed to the disorganised desk. "Everything you've ever experienced was planned out and premeditated. The one-night stand, the night we met? It was not a coincidence. You were supposed to be present. She blinked. "No. That isn't possible. You didn't even know who I was—“I didn’t,” Nathan cut in. However, another person did. Someone who knew I wouldn't be able to let you go if we ever met paths. Someone who desired our connection in order to gain leverage. In her ears, her pulse roared. "Who?" Nathan pi
Anita's spine tingled when the door creaked open with a spooky sound. The smell of old concrete and rust permeated the moist air of the deserted warehouse. Every corner was covered in shadows, and the distant hum of the city outside seemed to be lost in the vastness of the room. With caution, Anita entered, her footfall resonating in the quiet. The sole source of illumination was a dim ray that filtered through a broken window located high above, creating long, angular shadows on the concrete floor. She looked around, every fibre of her body alert to the unknown threats that might be hiding in the darkness, her pulse thumping in her chest.She didn't know what to anticipate in this place. She could clearly see the map Nathan had left her, but she couldn't understand its significance or purpose. And what had he been up to? When she had thought they were finally on the same page, what had motivated him to leave her such a confusing message and to cut off contact? She was plague
As Anita made her way through the eerily quiet mansion's halls, her heart pounded against her ribs. Now, the commotion, the smoke, the flashing lights seemed like a faraway memory. Her feelings and thoughts were a whirlpool of bewilderment and sorrow. She could not get Nathan's face out of her head, his eyes meeting hers in that last second before everything broke down. Was he gone from her? Would all for which they had battled turn to ashes?She proceeded carefully through the building, her fingers brushing against the cool walls, each step echoing the anxiety that had pervaded the air for days. Although Nathan's absence felt like a wound too deep to ignore, Harry's betrayal still hurt. She needed to locate him. What had happened to him had to be known to her. However, nothing was ever easy. When Anita arrived at the end of the corridor, she was in front of the door leading to Nathan's office. The metal handle felt cold and unforgiving under her fingers, and it was locked.
Between them, the weight of the quiet hung heavy and oppressive. Anita struggled to maintain her composure as her chest rose and fell and her breathing became irregular. However, it was not feasible. Everything she believed to be true about their world and about herself had been destroyed by Nathan's comments, which were facts she had never asked for. Nevertheless, there was a glimmer of something else behind the tempest of emotions raging within her. A glimpse of the person she had turned into in this cruel game. A lady with a history of abuse. A woman who had made it out alive. And a woman who would not be kept in the background any longer."Anita..." Nathan's eyes continued to beg for comprehension, and his voice was strained and urgent. You must have faith in me. I did everything I did for you. to keep you safe. In a subtle request for him to stop, she held out her hand. Her heart was overflowing with conflicting emotions, including fear, wrath, betrayal, and love.
Above Anita's head, the faint illumination of a broken lamp flickered, creating long, unsettling shadows on the walls. She tried to calm herself by holding onto the edge of the table with trembling palms. She had arrived here as a result of every action she had taken during this tornado of upheaval, including choices, sacrifices, and betrayals. Right up till now. To Nathan, who stood opposite her and had that unreadable expression on his face. As though trying to remind her of something she already knew, her heart thumped loudly and insistently in her chest. Could she, however, trust herself? Would she be able to trust him? Anita tried to ignore the impending uncertainty by closing her eyes. Amidst the turmoil of everything—Harry's treachery, Eleanor's disdain, and Stacy's manipulation—one item caught her off guard: Nathan's silence. His distance.They had been balancing on a tightrope for months. Convenience marriage, a front, but gradually, gradually, it had evolved into
Standing at her elegant mahogany desk, Anita felt the weight of the power she suddenly possessed pressing down on her chest. She had the authority to run the business and the empire that had previously belonged to Nathan, but that authority also came with the burden of tearing it down and starting over, brick by brick. The future would be shaped by every choice she made going forward. Standing upright in front of the board, she had already demonstrated her worth, but that was just the start. She was startled out of her daydream as her phone buzzed on the desk. When she noticed the caller ID, she paused her fingers as she reached for it. Daniel. This was what she had anticipated. Daniel's voice crackled over the phone, "Anita." "There is a circumstance. It's urgent. You must hear this firsthand.The anxiety she had been repressing began to creep up her spine as her heart skipped a beat. "What's happening?" "It concerns Harry." Anger rose in her chest as her pulse accelera
As the sun sank below the horizon and the city was bathed in an orange glow, the penthouse was eerily quiet. With the city's lights glimmering like far-off stars, Anita stood in front of the enormous windows. However, the vista began to feel more like a battlefield than a privilege. She was reminded of the empire she now ruled and the power that accompanied it by every shadow and light flicker. She didn't know when she had gone too far, when she had ceased to grieve for Nathan and begun planning her next course of action, but it had happened. The grieving had shifted to resolution sometime between viewing the files and realising the stakes.Everything Nathan had left behind had been given to her. All the nasty secrets. All of the shady deals. All the truths she had been denied. The world would suddenly be aware of it. There was no turning back. She had gone too far. Those who believed they could control, manipulate, and exploit Anita Grant would soon discover the hard way
Everything was silent. Too silent. As the last echoes of the explosion vanished into the darkness, Anita stood at the edge of the flaming debris, her body shaking. The structure that had once stood for Nathan's empire, his legacy, and his castle was now reduced to a charred skeleton of ash and twisted steel. She was unable to hear the distant cries of emergency sirens. Smoke spiralled into the sky like mourning veils, and all she could hear was the harsh, uneven sound of her own breath. He had returned for her. after which she was barred out. Her voice was hoarse from yelling his name, and her palms were scraped raw from beating on the sealed exit. He never did, however, open the door.Since he never meant to. She muttered, "Nathan," as though the wind might take her words back in time, past the debris and the fire, to the man who had given all up. Security, firefighters, and medical personnel moved around her, but she remained still. The edges of the world were blurred.