Jessica's POVThe holding cell was a far cry from my usual lifestyle, but I kept my spine straight. Alexander paced the small space, his perfect facade finally cracking."He can't do this," he muttered for the hundredth time. "He has no right-""He's Nathan Chen," I snapped, tired of his denials. "He has every right because he has the power to take it."And the money. And the connections. And now, he had Clara too.The thought made my blood boil. Perfect, precious Clara Lin. The nobody who'd somehow ensnared not one but two of Manhattan's most powerful men."We underestimated her," I admitted, remembering how easily she'd outmaneuvered us. "She planned this."Alexander stopped pacing. "No. Chen planned this. Clara was just a pawn."I laughed bitterly. "Is that what you think? Then you never really knew her at all."The Clara I'd known – my best friend since college – had never been anyone's pawn. She'd been brilliant, calculating, and patient. I'd recognized the threat immediately.Th
Clara's POVThe elevator doors opened to the 50th floor of Reid Enterprises, and I smoothed down my cream silk blouse, clutching the handmade bento box closer. Three years of marriage, and my heart still skipped whenever I was about to see Alexander. The thought made me smile despite myself."You're such a fool, Clara," I whispered to myself, though my lips curved into a hopeful smile.The executive floor was oddly quiet today. Jessica's desk—my best friend and Alexander's secretary—sat empty. Strange. She was always here, ready with a warm hug and friendly gossip about the office drama. In three years, I'd never seen her station unmanned during business hours.My Louboutin heels clicked against the marble floor as I made my way down the corridor. The sound echoed in the unusually silent space, making me feel like an intruder rather than the CEO's wife.As I approached Alexander's office, voices drifted through the heavy mahogany door. I reached for the handle, then froze at Henderson
Clara's POVCafé Laurent was exactly as I remembered it—elegant, discreet, and far from Alexander's usual haunts. I chose a corner table, my back to the wall, and waited. The gentle jazz music couldn't calm my racing heart.Nathan Chen walked in exactly on time, commanding attention without trying. Six-foot-three of lean muscle in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, with sharp features that belonged on a classical statue. In my past life, I'd only seen him once, at my engagement party. Now, I noticed details I'd missed before—the calculating intelligence in his dark eyes, the slight cruel twist to his sensual mouth."Miss Lin." He slid into the seat across from me, studying my face with an intensity that made my skin tingle. "I must admit, I'm surprised you agreed to meet."I smiled, letting my mask slip just enough to intrigue him. "Tell me, Mr. Chen, do you believe in second chances?""That depends on what's at stake." His voice was deep, with a hint of something dangerous underneat
Nathan's POVI watched Clara Lin walk away from the chaos of her almost-wedding, her white dress a beacon in the afternoon sun. She was nothing like I'd expected. When my intelligence team had first flagged her engagement to Reid, I'd dismissed her as another social climber. Now, seeing her orchestrate Reid's downfall with such precision, I felt something I hadn't experienced in years—genuine interest."Mr. Chen!" Reid's voice cut through my thoughts. "Whatever she told you, it's lies!"I turned to face him, enjoying the way his perfectly controlled facade was cracking. "The SEC seems to disagree. As do the federal agents currently raiding your offices.""You bastard," he snarled, grabbing my lapel. "You planned this!"I removed his hand with deliberate calm. "Actually, your bride planned it. I just provided the audience." I straightened my tie. "Consider this karma, Reid. You should have treated her better."The federal agents were leading him away now, but his eyes burned with a hat
Clara's POVThe candlelight at Le Cirque cast shadows across Nathan Chen's impossibly perfect features as he studied me over his wine glass. In my past life, I might have blushed under such intense scrutiny. Now, I met his gaze with equal force."The Zhang deal," he said, setting down his glass with deliberate precision. "Tell me how you know about it."I smiled, letting the silk of my black dress slide slightly off one shoulder. "Careful, Mr. Chen. Information like that doesn't come free.""Name your price." His voice carried that dangerous edge I was beginning to recognize—the sound of a predator spotting prey."You assume I want something that can be bought?""Everyone has a price, Clara." He leaned forward, his cologne teasing my senses. "The question is, what's yours?""A partnership," I said, matching his posture. "I have information that could make you billions. You have the resources to help me destroy Alexander Reid completely."Nathan's dark eyes flickered with interest. "An
Clara's POVThe Reid Enterprises building loomed before me, less imposing now that I knew its foundations were built on lies. I adjusted my Chanel suit and strode through the lobby, ignoring the whispers that followed."Mrs. Reid—I mean, Miss Lin!" The security guard stumbled over my name. "You're not authorized—""Check again," I smiled sweetly. "I believe you'll find I'm still on the board of directors.""But Mr. Reid said—""Mr. Reid is in federal custody, isn't he?" I arched an eyebrow. "Now, my credentials, please."His face paled as he verified his tablet. Success—in the chaos of Alexander's arrest, no one had thought to revoke my access.The executive floor was pandemonium. SEC agents combed through files while shell-shocked employees huddled in corners, whispering behind their hands."Clara!" Jessica's voice rang out. "You have no right to be here!"I turned slowly, savoring her disheveled appearance. "Hello, bestie. Love the outfit—orange jumpsuit next, perhaps?""You vindict
Alexander's POVI watched through the security feeds as Clara and Chen raced down the stairwell. Three years of careful planning, destroyed in a single morning by a woman I'd underestimated. The thought burned like acid in my veins."Sir," Johnson whispered, "the building's surrounded by federal agents.""Then we'll use the tunnels." I straightened my tie, a habit even handcuffs couldn't break. "Has the package been delivered to my office?""Yes, sir. Timer set as requested.""And the backup files?""Destroyed, as per protocol."I smiled, remembering Clara's face at the altar. Such fire, such betrayal. She'd learned well from me—perhaps too well."Sir," another guard approached. "Miss Stevens is asking for instructions.""Tell her to stick to the plan." I checked my watch. "And remind her what happens to loose ends.""You're really going to kill her?" Johnson asked. "Clara, I mean."I turned to him slowly. "Having doubts, old friend?""It's just... she was good to us, sir. To all of u
Clara's POVThe parking garage echoed with the sound of my heels as Nathan pulled me toward his Aston Martin. Smoke from the explosion filled the air, but I forced myself to stay focused. I couldn't let him see how shaken I was by Alexander's escape."Get in," Nathan commanded, opening the passenger door. His normally perfect suit was covered in dust, yet somehow he managed to look even more devastatingly handsome."I can handle myself," I protested, but slid into the leather seat anyway. The car purred to life as Nathan gunned the engine."Clearly," he said dryly, speeding up the ramp. "Is that why you're shaking?"I hadn't realized my hands were trembling until he pointed it out. "It's just the adrenaline.""Clara." His voice softened as he navigated through traffic. "You don't have to pretend with me.""I'm not pretending anything." I stared straight ahead, trying to ignore how his cologne filled the confined space of the car. "I knew exactly what I was getting into when I exposed