Chapter 6

VIVIAN'S POV

I stormed out of the conference room, my heels stabbing into the marble floor with every furious step as I made my way to the sanctuary of my office. The door slammed behind me, the glass walls trembling with the force, but it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved with anger, breath coming in ragged bursts as if each exhale was filled with venom.

“Why the fuck is she back?!” I screamed into the empty room, my voice cracking, raw from disbelief.

My hands shook as I reached for the smooth metal tag on my desk that read *Managing Director*. My fingers wrapped around it so tightly that my knuckles turned white. For a moment, I stared at it—my own reflection glaring back at me, twisted with rage. Then, with a guttural cry, I hurled it across the room. It crashed into the wall with a satisfying thud, shattering into pieces, much like my composure.

"She’s back." I whispered the words softly, not wanting to believe them, but they felt heavy like something bad was about to happen.

My mind raced, thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of panic, insecurity, and resentment. "She’s going to take everything. Everything I’ve built, everything I fought for." I could already feel it slipping through my fingers—the respect, the power, and, painfully, Ryan. The walls around me seemed to close in, suffocating me with the bitter, acrid scent of failure. It felt like the ground beneath me was crumbling, ready to swallow me whole.

My heart hammered painfully against my ribs, and the room began to spin. I sank into my chair, gripping the edges of the desk like it was the only thing keeping me from losing control completely. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back. I had fought too damn hard to be seen as strong, to be untouchable. I wasn’t going to let her win. 

With a sharp slam of my fist on the desk, I swore to myself. "Not this time. Not now, I will destroy her before she destroys me." With my mind made up, I stormed towards Ryan's office to confront him.

When I got to Ryan’s office, I threw the door open without knocking. “Ryan, you can’t accept that deal. I can’t stand her,” I said, my voice low but full of anger and desperation as I slammed the door shut behind me. Ryan, sitting calmly at his desk, barely glanced up from his laptop. His calm attitude only made me angrier. When he finally looked at me, there was a strange look in his emerald green eyes.

"What is the matter with you?"

"Don't you dare feign ignorance. We both know Ophelia is up to no good."

"Well, too bad she's a major shareholder of Greycorp now," he said dryly, and it made no sense how he could be so calm about something that serious.

"I don't get it, how?"

"She anonymously bought shares and now owns over 40% of Greycorp. And, sadly, she owns Westbrook Limited, which just happens to be the company whose alliance we need to survive."

"There has to be a way around it. This can't be happening."  I said, more to myself than to him. The walls of the room seemed to close in on me again, the weight of the situation pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"C'mon, she's your sister after all. How much damage can she do?" Ryan said with a smirk. The thought of the whole ordeal was already driving me crazy.

Unable to bear it any longer, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the one person who always knew how to deal with Ophelia—my father, Mr. Robert.