Fiona lingered at the cemetery longer than she had planned. The rain had stopped, but the air was still heavy with mist as she made her way back to town. She was aimless, unsure where to go next, when her phone buzzed with a new message.
Henry: Ms. Woods, Mr. Solomon has been in a foul mood all morning. Once you’re done, please come back quickly and save us! Fiona stared at the message for a moment. It wasn’t surprising—Darwin’s moods were legendary, and the office often bore the brunt of them. She sighed. Perhaps it was better to return and complete the handover quickly. The sooner she was out of his orbit, the safer she and her secret would be. She booked the first flight back to Bay City. The next morning, Fiona walked into the office. She was greeted not with quiet productivity but with an impromptu gathering of staff members who immediately surrounded her. “Ms. Woods, you can’t resign! What will we do without you?” “Seriously, Mr. Solomon was terrifying yesterday. I didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly!” “Please, Ms. Woods, reconsider. We’ll all fall apart if you leave!” Their voices were a mix of pleading and panic. Fiona offered a polite smile, but before she could respond, the exclusive elevator doors chimed open. The group scattered like leaves in the wind, quickly lining up at the elevator entrance. Darwin stepped out, his imposing figure clad in a tailored black suit. Bella Robbins followed behind him, her expression bright and cheerful. “Mr. Solomon, good morning!” the staff greeted in unison. Fiona stood at the back of the group, her usual calm demeanor intact. Darwin’s gaze landed on her, lingering for a moment. He gestured towards Bella without emotion. “This is my new secretary, Bella Robbins. Teach her well.” Fiona’s eyes flickered briefly to Bella, noting the striking resemblance to Lilian. It was even closer than her own. She nodded. “Of course, Mr. Solomon.” Bella beamed. “Fiona, thank you for all your hard work. I’ll do my best to learn quickly!” “You’re welcome,” Fiona replied evenly, her tone polite but detached. Darwin’s sharp eyes scrutinized her face, searching for any sign of resentment or jealousy. He found none. Her indifference irritated him. “Coffee,” he barked, before striding into his office, his expression dark. A few minutes later, in the break room, Fiona set out the supplies to make coffee. “Miss Robbins,” she began, “Mr. Solomon is quite particular about the taste of his coffee. So—” Before she could finish, Bella interrupted, crossing her arms and fixing Fiona with a smug look. “Stop showing up in front of Darwin. Every time he sees you, it ruins his mood. He’s my man now, and when he’s upset, it pains me.” Fiona paused mid-motion, her expression unreadable. “Miss Robbins,” she said calmly, “I’ve already resigned. If you’re so concerned, I suggest you focus on learning quickly.” Bella’s confidence wavered at Fiona’s lack of reaction. She had hoped to provoke her into an outburst, something Darwin could use to discard her completely. But Fiona remained as cool as ever. Bella’s frustration boiled over. “What are you so smug about? You’re just someone Darwin got tired of and threw away!” Fiona’s eyes lifted, sharp and unwavering. “Miss Robbins,” she said slowly, “is this the first time we’ve met? Or have you hated me all along?” Bella’s bravado faltered. “What are you talking about?” “Is it because Darwin hasn’t taken you to his bed yet?” Fiona’s tone was calm but carried a cutting edge. Bella’s face flushed crimson. “Nonsense!” Ignoring her denial, Fiona continued, “In the secretary’s office, you’ll find two manuals. One is for his professional preferences; the other for his personal ones. They detail everything about Darwin’s likes and dislikes.” “What are you trying to say?” Bella asked suspiciously. “That how much you can learn—and whether you can please him—is up to you. I don’t care as much as you think. It’s just a job to me. I always finish my work professionally.” Bella glared at her, but Fiona had already turned back to grinding the coffee beans. After a moment of hesitation, Bella hissed, “If you’re lying, you’ll regret it.” Fiona smiled faintly, pushing the finished cup of coffee towards her. “Miss Robbins, let me warn you as well. Stay away from me. Don’t provoke me, or you’ll regret it.” The coldness in Fiona’s tone sent a chill down Bella’s spine. She had underestimated her. As Fiona left the break room, someone called out, “Ms. Woods, the head of Sales Department 1 is looking for you!” She walked briskly to the secretary’s office, where Tony Potter, the sales director, was waiting. He looked irate, a stack of papers clutched in his hands. “Ms. Woods,” he snapped, “I can’t believe you made such a massive mistake! If we hadn’t scheduled the meeting ahead of time, we’d have lost this deal completely! I suspect you tampered with the contract deliberately before resigning. Did you take money from a competitor to sabotage us?” Fiona’s eyes narrowed. Tony was known for his fiery temper, but his accusation was outrageous. “Calm down,” she said evenly. “Explain the problem.” Tony slammed the documents onto the desk, jabbing at the circled figures in red ink. “Look at this! The decimal points have been moved—twice! The data is all wrong, and the commission structure is ruined. Are you going to deny it?” Fiona examined the papers carefully. It didn’t take long to notice that the changes were subtle yet deliberate. “This data wasn’t like this when I finalized the contract,” she said firmly. “Bullshit!” Tony roared. “You’re the only one who handled this file. The sales team wouldn’t sabotage their own commissions to frame you!” He slammed his hand on the desk, his face red with anger. The sound echoed in the room, but Fiona stood her ground. “Let me investigate,” she said calmly, meeting Tony’s glare. “If I made a mistake, I’ll own up to it. But if someone tampered with my work, I’ll find out who.” Tony hesitated, her composed demeanor giving him pause. “You have one day,” he said gruffly. “If you don’t find the truth, I’ll escalate this to Mr. Solomon myself.” Fiona nodded, already piecing together a plan in her mind. Whoever was behind this had clearly underestimated her.The tension in the secretary's office was palpable as Darwin stepped out of his office, his sharp gaze scanning the room.“What’s all the noise about?” he asked coolly.Tony Potter wasted no time, storming over and pounding his chest in frustration. He launched into an impassioned explanation of the issue with the sales contract, emphasizing the gravity of the mistake.Standing behind Darwin, Bella adopted an expression of feigned concern. “Mr. Potter, I’m sure Fiona was just momentarily distracted,” she said sweetly. “Calm down—there will be other opportunities. It’s not worth upsetting yourself and risking your health.”Fiona’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Bella, her tone cold and cutting. “Miss Robbins, who exactly are you accusing?”Bella feigned a startled look, her voice softening. “Fiona, you misunderstood. I was just trying to—” She trailed off, glancing at Darwin for support. “Darwin...”Darwin’s gaze flicked to Fiona, his expression unreadable. His lips curled into a faint
The morning sun spilled over the quiet streets of Serene City, casting a soft golden glow that felt like a balm to Fiona’s frayed nerves. It was her third week in this new town, a world away from the suffocating glitz and glamour of Bay City. Here, life moved at a slower, more forgiving pace—a stark contrast to the relentless demands of Darwin Solomon’s shadow. Yet, even in the peace, her heart remained heavy, her mind restless.Fiona sat at the small breakfast table in her rented apartment, absentmindedly stirring a cup of tea. The baby inside her had become her only companion, a tiny spark of life that gave her the strength to keep moving forward. But the reality of her situation was beginning to sink in. She was alone, with no job, no stable income, and enemies lurking in the shadows.Thalassa had offered to help her financially, but Fiona had refused. She didn’t want to be anyone’s charity case—not even her best friend’s. For years, she’d lived as someone else’s pawn, dancing to D
Fiona paced the small confines of her apartment, her bare feet making soft, repetitive thuds on the hardwood floor. The evening breeze filtered through the open window, doing little to ease the restlessness in her chest. It had been three days since her confrontation with Darwin at the cruise party, three days since the revelation of Bella’s schemes had left her shaken.Three days, and yet Fiona still felt trapped—caged in a game she hadn’t agreed to play.She paused by the window, staring out at the glittering skyline of Bay City. From here, the city looked so peaceful, its chaos muted by distance. But Fiona knew better. Beneath the sparkling facade lay a tangle of power plays and betrayals—one she was now irrevocably entangled in.Her thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone. She hesitated, her stomach knotting as she recognized the number. Darwin.Taking a steadying breath, she answered. “What do you want?”“Have you calmed down enough to think rationally?” His voi
Fiona hadn’t expected it to be easy. Nothing ever was where Darwin Solomon was concerned. But as the days wore on, she found herself drawn deeper into his world again—this time, with no illusions about the consequences.The glittering skyline outside Darwin’s penthouse painted the city in shades of gold and deep violet. From the expansive windows, she could see the towers of Bay City, a world of power, wealth, and the ever-present tension that came with it. Fiona sank back into the plush leather chair, feeling the weight of what lay ahead. Her fingers brushed across the folder in front of her—evidence of the threats closing in on them, on her. The files were filled with betrayal, sabotage, and lies.Despite Darwin’s warnings, there was still a part of her that wanted to turn away from this fight. After all, she had spent years in the shadows, enduring as Darwin’s stand-in for Lilian. She had watched from the sidelines as his world spun out of control. But now, everything was different
The minutes felt like hours as Fiona stood beside Darwin, staring at the glowing lights of Bay City, each one representing a potential threat, a rival, or an obstacle in their path. The air between them was thick with the weight of their shared knowledge. The trap was set, and it was only a matter of time before it would snap shut.Fiona knew they couldn't afford to wait around. Bella and William had already made their move, and while Fiona had spent the last few days covering her tracks, the danger was still very real. Darwin was right to be worried. Once their enemies knew they were no longer hiding in the shadows, everything would change.“We need to get ahead of them,” Fiona said, breaking the silence that had lingered since Darwin had caught up with her. Her voice was steady, even though her insides were churning with anxiety. “We can’t afford to wait for them to make the first move.”Darwin nodded, his face taut with determination. “I’ve already started moving pieces into place.
Fiona’s fingers trembled as she clutched her phone, staring at the message that had just appeared on the screen. They know. The words echoed in her mind, sending a chill down her spine. Her heart raced, and the weight of the moment pressed heavily on her chest. Had she made a mistake by playing both sides? Or had the walls she was trying to carefully build already begun to collapse?Her breath came in shallow bursts as she stepped out of the elevator, the sound of the doors closing behind her almost deafening in the stillness. The marble floors of the building gleamed under the overhead lights, but everything felt suddenly distant. The polished, pristine world of R&K Electronics, and by extension, her entire carefully constructed world, seemed to blur at the edges. This wasn’t just a business game anymore; it was war, and she was standing right at the frontline.She quickly gathered herself, forcing the rush of panic back into the recesses of her mind. There was no time to second-gues
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city that never slept. Bay City seemed alive with an energy that pulsated through the streets, but Fiona’s mind was far from the vibrant lights and sounds. Her world had narrowed down to a singular thought: they were running out of time. She sat at her desk, the once-organized piles of paperwork scattered in front of her, untouched. Her phone lay next to her, its silence almost as loud as the chaos she was feeling inside. Darwin had been distant since their last conversation, but that was understandable. There was little time for pleasantries when the stakes were this high. They had both been walking on the edge for too long, and one misstep could send them tumbling into the abyss. The message from her mysterious contact still echoed in her mind: They know. It wasn’t just an idle warning—it was a declaration of war. Fiona had thought she could outsmart William, could play him the same way she had played others, but William
Fiona stared at the message in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest as the words seemed to etch themselves into her mind. I know what you’re planning. And I’m coming for you. There was no mistaking the cold, calculated tone of the warning. William was no longer just a business rival or an obstacle in her path. He had become a predator, hunting her down with ruthless precision. For a long moment, she simply stood there, her phone in hand, her mind racing. She had known the stakes were high, but now, the weight of her situation felt suffocating. There was no room for error. The game had shifted, and the consequences of any misstep would be dire. But despite the fear gnawing at her insides, Fiona knew she couldn’t back down. She couldn’t allow William to destroy everything she had worked for—and more importantly, everything she was about to build with Darwin. Thalassa’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Fiona, what did he say?” Fiona looked up, meeting her best friend’s concerned
The scream still echoed through the corridor, vibrating through Fiona’s bones.Bella.Alive.Somewhere deeper inside this nightmare.The lights flickered once—then died completely, plunging them into absolute darkness.Fiona’s breath came fast. The cold air pressed against her skin, thick and suffocating. The only sound was the hum of distant machinery and the faint static of the speakers.Then—footsteps.Slow. Deliberate.Not theirs.Someone else was here.Darwin’s voice was tight. “Everyone, lights on. Now.”A second later, flashlights clicked on, cutting through the void. The beams bounced off the steel walls, sending jagged shadows stretching down the hallway.Fiona swung her light toward the open doorway ahead, her heart hammering. The scream had come from there.“We move now,” she said.Marcus exhaled sharply. “Or we turn around and pretend we never saw any of this.”Thalassa smirked. “Not how this works, genius.”A soft chuckle crackled through the overhead speakers.The voice.
The hum of the elevator had faded.Now, there was only silence.Fiona gripped the ladder, her fingers aching from the descent, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on the blood smeared along the metal rungs, the sticky warmth seeping into her gloves.Someone had come down here before them.And they hadn’t left.Marcus climbed below her, his breathing steady but tight with tension. Above, Darwin and Thalassa moved cautiously, scanning for any sign of movement.The lower they went, the heavier the air became. The warehouse above had been cold, but this was different. The temperature wasn’t just lower—it felt wrong. Stale. Heavy. Like the air itself had been waiting for them.By the time they reached the bottom, the ground was slick with moisture. The ladder ended in a long corridor, its walls lined with cold, metallic panels. Overhead, weak fluorescent lights flickered, buzzing softly.Fiona exhaled, stepping onto the floor. It wasn’t abandoned.This wasn’t some forgotten basement.It
The warehouse was silent, save for the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of rusted metal. A thick tension hung in the air as Fiona and her team advanced, their steps calculated, precise. The walls of the abandoned building towered around them, dark and unforgiving. Every corner could hide a trap. Every shadow, a threat.Marcus’s voice was low, cutting through the quiet. “We’re close. Bella’s signal came from inside.”Fiona’s eyes scanned the horizon, her grip tightening on her gun. They’d tracked Bella for weeks. She was the mastermind behind the corruption that had spread like a disease through law enforcement, leaving death and chaos in her wake. Now, they were here to end it.She glanced at Darwin, whose jaw was clenched, his eyes hard. There was no room for hesitation now. No time for doubt. This was the moment they’d all been preparing for.Thalassa, ever confident, cracked her knuckles. “Let’s wrap this up. It’s too quiet. Too easy.”Fiona agreed. Bella was known
The timestamp was from two days before his supposed prison escape.“That’s impossible,” Thalassa whispered.Fiona’s stomach twisted. “Someone let him out before the official records even changed.”Darwin’s face darkened. “Which means we have a rat inside law enforcement.”Marcus ran a search, fingers flying across the keyboard. “I’ll cross-check recent resignations, transfers, and promotions. Someone made a deal to get him out.”Thalassa leaned forward, her sharp gaze locked onto the screen. “Forget how. I want to know where he is now.”Marcus clicked on another file, his expression tightening. A few seconds later, a red dot appeared on a map. “Got something. Bella’s phone was active an hour ago.”Darwin narrowed his eyes. “Where?”Marcus exhaled sharply. “An abandoned steel factory on the outskirts of Serene City.”Silence filled the room.Then Fiona stood. “Let’s go.”Darwin followed immediately, but Marcus hesitated. “Wait—we need a plan.”Darwin grabbed his gun. “The plan is simpl
The road stretched endlessly ahead, the skyline of Bay City fading into the distance as Darwin’s black SUV sped toward Serene City. The tension in the car was thick, an unspoken understanding that this trip wasn’t just about confrontation—it was about survival. Fiona sat beside Darwin, her hands resting protectively over her stomach. Every mile that passed was a reminder that she was walking straight into danger. But she couldn’t hide anymore. William may have been behind bars, but his influence had not been locked away with him. And Bella Robbins was proof of that. In the back seat, Thalassa was uncharacteristically quiet, her gaze fixed on the view outside. Even she knew this wasn’t just another one of Fiona’s battles. This was the war that would decide everything. Marcus, driving the car ahead of them, spoke through the radio. “We’re ten minutes away. Security is already stationed around the perimeter of your old apartment, but there’s been no sign of Bella.” “Then we assume sh
The city was eerily quiet that morning. It wasn’t just the crisp autumn air that made Fiona shiver as she stood by the penthouse window—it was the text message from the night before."Tomorrow."Today was tomorrow, and she had no idea what William had planned.Darwin was already up, pacing the length of the study, his phone pressed to his ear. His security team had been on high alert since the threat, but so far, nothing unusual had been reported.Thalassa sat on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee, her usual sharp wit dulled by concern. “This feels like the calm before the storm,” she muttered.Marcus, who had been monitoring William’s financial collapse, strode in, his face grim. “We’ve boxed him in, but that makes him more dangerous. He’s desperate, and desperate men do stupid things.”Fiona nodded, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her sweater. She refused to let fear paralyze her, but the unknown loomed over her like a storm cloud.Then, Darwin’s phone rang.He answered
The city seemed to pulse with tension the next morning as the fallout from the latest revelations rippled across every news outlet. The exposé exposing William’s use of fabricated documents had turned public opinion against him again. But Darwin and Fiona knew the reprieve was temporary. William was too cunning to go down without a fight.Darwin sat at the head of the long table in the penthouse study, his face set in grim determination. Fiona, Thalassa, Marcus, and Rachel were seated around him, their expressions varying degrees of exhaustion and resolve.Marcus spoke first. “We’ve hit him hard with the evidence of those fake documents. His credibility is crumbling, but he’s already making moves to shift the narrative. He’s claiming the documents were planted by us to frame him.”Rachel scoffed. “Typical. When he’s cornered, he doubles down. But we can’t let him dictate the story anymore.”Darwin nodded. “Agreed. We need to push harder, faster. If we don’t keep the momentum, he’ll fi
The morning sun filtered through the windows of the penthouse, but the atmosphere inside was anything but bright. Fiona paced the living room, her fingers knotted together in agitation. Darwin stood at the kitchen counter, his eyes glued to the screen of his tablet as he read the transcript of William's press conference.The television in the corner played the press event on a loop. William Newton stood confidently at the podium, his expression one of practiced outrage.“These baseless accusations against me are the work of desperate individuals,” he declared. “Darwin Solomon and Fiona Woods have conspired to fabricate evidence in a malicious attempt to tarnish my reputation and derail my business endeavors.”The soundbite was chilling in its simplicity, its venom disguised as righteous indignation.Darwin tossed the tablet onto the counter and rubbed his temples. “He’s good. Twisting the narrative like this—it’s exactly what I expected.”Thalassa, perched on the arm of the sofa, shoo
The air in the penthouse grew thick with tension as Marcus explained the latest development.“William isn’t just silencing Alan Wright through threats or bribes. He’s activating his full arsenal. Alan’s name is already being scrubbed from public records, and I wouldn’t be surprised if a manufactured scandal surfaces to ruin his credibility entirely,” Marcus said.Darwin leaned against the edge of the desk, his jaw tight. “How long do we have before Alan’s entirely untouchable?”Marcus checked his phone. “At the rate William’s moving? A day. Maybe less.”Fiona, seated on the couch, wrapped her arms around herself. “If William discredits Alan, won’t that weaken our case? It’ll be our word against his.”“Exactly,” Darwin replied. “That’s why we need to get to Alan first.”Thalassa, sitting cross-legged in an armchair, raised an eyebrow. “And what’s the plan? It’s not like we can just knock on his door and ask him to hand over evidence.”Darwin exchanged a look with Marcus. “We don’t have