Schemes and Setbacks
Valenticia's POV:
“Please, let me search for it.” I pleaded, with folded hands.
“How dare you lose the ‘Urban Development Blueprint’? Do you have any idea how crucial it is?” She repeated, loud enough for everyone to gather.
My lips trembled. “I didn’t lose it. I placed the file in the designated drawer yesterday. I... I’m sure of it.”
“Then where is it?” She leaned forward, her manicured nails tapping the table rhythmically as if counting down to my downfall.
Silence filled the room. I could feel the judgment and doubt in every gaze, as my heartbeat thundered in my ears.
“Please, let me search for it. I know—”
“No!” Her voice was final. “You’ve wasted enough of our time. There’s no need for a search. The fact is that the document is missing, and you’re the last person who had it.”
“Then… then let’s check the CCTV footage. That’ll prove that I’m not lying.”
She folded her arms, a painted nail tapping against her elbow. “Denied. We’re not going to waste company resources because of your incompetence.”
“Mrs. Monroe.” A new voice cut in. Mr. Hansen, the department head, stepped forward. “Valenticia has made a reasonable request. If there’s nothing to hide, we should review the footage.”
Claudia’s expression faltered. “Mr. Hansen, that’s unnecessary. We already know—”
“And yet, I insist.” He said firmly. “Bring up the footage.”
The IT technician quickly connected to the surveillance system. The room dimmed, and the screen on the wall lit up with the footage. And everyone watched as yesterday’s events played out.
There I was, placing the document neatly in Claudia’s drawer. Relief swelled within me.
“Fast forward.” Mr. Hansen instructed. And the footage was sped up, but my desk remained untouched until—
A woman approached Claudia's desk. It was one of the girls who had asked about my past with Dmitri. She looked around, her eyes darting, before opening the drawer and slipping out the document.
She clutched it to her chest, then hurried to the storage room. Moments later, she emerged empty-handed.
Mr. Hansen turned to the girl, his expression unreadable. “Care to explain yourself, Miss Harper?”
Her face drained of colour. “I... I was just...”
“Speak up.” He demanded.
Tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to do it. I was told to—forced to!”
“By whom?”
Her gaze dropped to the floor, and for a moment, the only sound was the hum of the projector. “By Mrs. Monroe.”
Gasps rippled through the room.
Claudia’s eyes widened. “You little liar!” Claudia snapped, stepping forward. “You’ll say anything to save your own skin.”
“It’s true!” Miss Harper cried. “You said Valenticia needed to be taught a lesson. You said if I didn’t do it, you’d make sure I never worked here—or anywhere—again.”
Mr. Hansen raised his hand, silencing the noise. His jaw clenched. “Claudia Monroe, effective immediately, you are suspended for five days without pay for false accusations and workplace harassment. Additionally, your salary will be deducted to cover the losses incurred by this disruption.”
Claudia’s face twisted with rage. She opened her mouth to protest, but the steely look in Mr. Hansen’s eyes silenced her.
Hissing loudly, she turned around and stormed out.
I exhaled, my knees threatening to give way. I never expected that I would actually be vindicated.
<<
Three days later, I was still adjusting to the shift in the office dynamic. Where once there were whispers behind my back, now there were nods of respect.
But not all changes were welcomed.
“Did you hear?” One of the secretaries, not realizing I was within earshot, spoke in a hushed tone to her friend. “Dmitri Galden got engaged to Natasha Anderson. Their engagement party is next week!”
My chest tightened.
Of course. Why wouldn’t he move on? Why wouldn’t he marry the woman he had always loved? I was nothing but a pawn in his grandfather’s scheme.
My aunt Margaret had saved his late grandfather's life. He placed an option that Dmitri either married the niece of the woman who had saved his life or watched everything he had, including his company, go to charity.
We got married, but along the lines, I fell for him. But he always remained cold and distant because he was always in love with his ex Vanessa.
I bit the inside of my cheek, then I forced myself to keep walking.
That evening, I stood on the sidewalk, my arm half-raised to flag down a taxi when a black car rolled to a stop in front of me. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a middle-aged man in a suit.
My head tilted to the side as I tried to pinpoint where I had seen him.
“Oh!” My eyes widened, as I pointed. “You were the one driving the car that hit me the other day, right?”
He nodded, and then he called out. “Ms. Valenticia?”
“How did—?”
“Our madam would like to see you.”
I took a step back. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know your—”
He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of an elderly woman.
“The woman from the street...?” I whispered.
He nodded. “Please, get in.”
Caution battled with curiosity. And eventually, curiosity won as I slid into the backseat.
The drive took us to a large estate. And then to a grand mansion. The gates were opened and he drove inside.
He stopped in front of the house, and I stepped out; he did as well and led me inside.
When I reached the dining room, the elderly woman was seated at the head of the table. She smiled as if she’d been expecting me her whole life.
“Valenticia, dear.” She extended her hand. “Come, sit.”
The meal before me was a feast. I hesitated, my hands folding on my lap.
“There’s no need to feel shy. You’ve helped me once; now let me repay your kindness.”
Despite my reservations, I ate.
As the meal concluded, she reached into a silk-lined box and pulled out a jade pendant. My breath caught.
“My pendant...” I murmured.
“I found it on the floor that very day you saved me. But before I could hand it to you, you had rushed out.” She began.
“Thank you so much,” I said, with my hands stretched out.
“This is no ordinary trinket.” She began. “This is a Clawford heirloom. The only one of its kind.”
I shook my head. “But... how?”
She placed a photograph before me—a young girl, around six years old, wearing that very pendant. The girl was me.
“This was taken before you went missing.” She continued. “You are my granddaughter. The rightful heiress of the Clawford Group.”
“You mean... I’m...”
“Yes, darling. You are Valenticia Clawford.”
A Shocking RevelationValenticia’s POV:I, Valenticia, the granddaughter of the formidable Rosanna Clawford? The rightful heiress of the Clawford Group? It sounded like a plot twist from a story, and not my real life.“You’ve been so strong.” Madam Rosanna’s voice was gentle, pulling me back to the present. Her hand was warm as she reached over, folding my fingers in hers. “Growing up, my aunt told me that I had lost my parents in an accident, and that's why I couldn't recall anything from when I was six. But one day, she opened up to me and told me that she found me bruised by the bank of a river with nothing but a bloodied floral dress and a Jade necklace.” I began. “We both tried our best to find my family. We didn't have enough resources to go further. And when I got married, I decided to forget the past. While you never gave up on me.” I leaned forward. “Please forgive me.” She gave me a soft smile. “I should have found you sooner. I failed you, but I promise, I’ll make up fo
Man in the DarkValenticia's POV:When I saw the men get out of the vehicle, my heart banged against my ribs. At first, I thought they were sent by my grandmother, to rescue me, but something about them was off. Their movements were too deliberate, their eyes too chilly. Then I felt the stench of death around them. They weren’t here to save me. They were here to kill me.I turned and ran.I pumped my legs as fast as they could go, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The cool night breeze slashed at my face, but I scarcely registered it. I didn’t have to time to ponder who had sent them. There would be time for that later if only I survived.I can hear them behind me, footsteps heavy and unrelenting. I ran as best I could, forcing myself to move ahead, but my breath was coming quickly in ragged gasps now. My body was begging for a rest, my muscles about to go on strike. Not now. Not yet.But my luck ran out.My foot snagged on something — a loose stone, an uneven patch of pavement
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Unwelcomed ReunionValenticia's POV:When I got out of the man’s car, there was a burning feeling in my legs from the deep scrape I’d got when I fell. Blood oozed down my skin. And I realized that I needed to return home quickly for safety.After a deep breath, I took my phone out to call my grandmother. When I hit the power button, the screen remained black. Dead. Of course. Just my luck. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I looked around the unfamiliar street. I had no shoes on my feet, cuts on my legs and I didn’t even have a damn phone to call for help.Pedestrians on the sidewalk gave me glances. Some curious, some judging. I must’ve appeared deranged — a woman in a torn dress, barefoot, wandering around.Still, I did not stop walking, the rhythm of my pace slow and graceful through the pain. I thought about the man in the car.That cold, arrogant stranger.Why hadn’t I made use of his phone? It was the right thing to do, but my pride hadn’t allowed me to do it. But now, I was gnashi
Auction of PowerValenticia’s POV:It was a week after that experience. The bruises on my body had disappeared, and the pain in my leg had diminished almost completely. I was healed, but something had changed in me—a waking thought, an assertion that it was time to take back my possession.One morning, while drinking tea with my grandmother, she set down her cup and looked at me with a straight eye.“You are going to a charity gala,” she told me.I raised a brow. "A gala?""Yes," she nodded. "An auction, to be precise. This is where your takeover will start.”I straightened in my seat, interested. "How?"“You will donate and buy something expensive, making sure your name is among the high elites. You need to show them that you are claiming your rightful place.” She explained.“Valenticia, the company is yours, but you have to make them know it.”I drummed my finger on the table, thinking about what she had just said. It made sense. The upper circles of society operated on influence. I
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Hidden SecretsStefan's POV:I was standing in a corner of the dimly lit backstage area, my hands in my pockets. My assistant silently accompanied me as I watched the scene.The woman walked away, her head held high. She should have exuded a quiet confidence, but I’d noticed how her eyes had narrowed during her conversation with that man. I had witnessed the tense set of her shoulders, and the clipped edge of her voice.And I had also seen how the man reacted.His face twisted in something dark — anger, hatred, perhaps even fear.I watched him stand there briefly, his fists clenched by his sides. Then, just as he lost sight of her, he let out an exasperated breath and murmured to himself.“You think you can come and run this company?” his tone low, hatred in every word. “This has always been my company. I won’t see a woman take it from me.”I stayed put, watching him, my eyes glued to him.The man’s jaw hardened.“You think you can just come back and take what’s mine?” he added, his
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Unexpected Alliances Gregor POV~I banged my fist on the mahogany desk, the sound echoing in my office. The aftereffects of the board meeting taunted me. Valenticia’s accusations about Nexus Ventures echo in my mind. Her cool, probing voice projecting those damning transaction logs had shaken the board’s faith in me.I had underestimated her, thinking the kidnapping attempt would send her running home to her miserable life with Dmitri. No, she’d danced her way into Clawford Corporation, pretending to be an analyst. My jaw clenched with fury. She was no longer merely Rosanna’s pet granddaughter. She was a threat, and I had been a fool to let her get this far.I reclined in my chair; I’d fought tooth and nail to get there, proving myself while Rosanna dangled with the CEO in front of my face, only to appoint some outsider to the position. I, a Clawford by blood reduced to the position of second-in-command. That betrayal had driven me to build allegiances outside the company. The sil
UnmaskedValenticia POV-I had been unconscious and woke up in a hospital bed, the sharp smell of antiseptic lingered like a bad dream.I wiped my throat, which felt dry, from the gas that had flooded the offices. The white ceiling swam before my eyes as I blinked, my head hurting but my mind already racing. Grandmother sat next to me looking composed, her face betraying her. They were red, but her eyes were fierce. “You’re awake,” she said, her voice low. “The gas leak is contained, but we both know it wasn’t an accident.”I attempted to sit up, grimacing as a dull ache rose from my chest. “Sabotage,” I struggled to say. My mind raced to the anonymous text I’d received before all of this. Stop digging, or you’ll end up like your parents. Someone knew my history, knew of the car crash that had taken Mom and Dad when I was still a child. The threat wasn’t only about Gregor’s plans it was personal. Grandmother nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. “The authorities are investigati
The ExplosionStefan's POV-I tightened my fingers on the steering wheel, my knuckles white.The cracks in the fractured glass of the windshield were a vivid reminder of the ambush from behind that had almost taken me out.The taillights on the black SUV had disappeared into the Seryne night, and my pulse hammered, while my mind raced. I muttered a curse, not only at the hired muscle who’d taken a shot at me but at, well, me. I’d rushed to Clawford Corporation on instinct, compelled by a nagging need to protect Valenticia after Carter’s call about her strange login.That alert had put me in danger.Stefan Myles is a man who never acted without a master plan.I pictured her defiance at the gala.She was a liability.Back at New Dream Corporation, I burst into my office, Carter was already there, his tablet lit up with data. “The SUV isn’t registered,” he said, his voice clipped. “No plates, no trace. Probably mercenaries, paid to send a message.” His eyes flickered to mine when he noti
Ex-Husband RegretValenticias POV-Dmitri’s frantic shouts cut through the air outside the Clawford estate gates, and my breath caught in my throat. “Valenticia! Please, I’m begging you!” His voice was ragged, filled with panic, nothing at all like that cold, polished ex-husband who once cast me aside like a used tissue.He looked wrecked.His hair was disheveled, his shirt half-tucked, eyes wide, like he hadn’t slept in days. But it was Natasha, emerging from a sleek black car, that coursed ice through my veins. Her face was filled with fury, as her upper lip curled in a snarl, and the metal object in her hand was a knife.My stomach churned, a chill stilling me in place.In a matter of seconds, security swarmed in.Two guards grabbed Dmitri, wrenching his arms behind him as he writhed, his voice cracking. “Val, please! I made a mistake! I need you!” The words burned in my chest, awaking memories of his indifference, the divorce paperwork, the evenings I’d waited without hearing the
Shadows of Trust Valenticias POV- My heart pounded in my chest as I huddled under my desk. The shadow whispering in the hall had made my pulse race, but as the footsteps receded, I found it was only a security guard, unaware of my existence. His radio chimed in, a routine call of a flickering light, and I exhaled shakily. My nerves were left shaking from the close call. I couldn’t stay here, not with what I had found. I pocketed the USB drive that still contained the incriminating file on Nexis Solutions. I made my way to the door, peeking into the darkened hallway. Empty. My flats barely made a sound on the polished floor as I made my way. Not even an elevator ding to the stairs. Every creak in the building was an alarm, but I forced myself to go, the evidence still in my pocket. I hailed a cab, my breath visible in the cold. The driver hardly looked at me and I was thankful for his disinterest. As the city blurred by, my thoughts raced. Those payments, millions of th
Mystery Night Stefan's POV- I leaned back in my leather chair, the Seryne skyline glittering outside my office window. My assistant, Carter, slid a dossier across the polished mahogany desk, his movements crisp, as ever. “Everything on Valenticia Clawford, sir,” he said, his voice short. I opened the folder, and then came her photo — her silver dress, her posture. A strange feeling twisted in my chest, sharp and unwelcome. She wasn’t merely the desperate woman I’d sat down beside in my car, fleeing from abductors in her ripped gown. She was the Clawford heiress. Her brazen gala invitation to dinner — direct and without the usual scheming attached — stuck in my brain. The majority of women who came to me were wanting something—money, influence, a hold in my world. That greed wasn't in Valenticia’s eyes. It was intriguing to me, and I didn’t like being intrigued. My empire, New Dream Corporation, was in a cold war with the Clawford Group. It was a lucrative land deal, prime rea
Undercover Pawn Valenticias pov- I stood in the lobby of Clawford Corporation frozen, Rita's poisonous words, “Girls like you, coming in through the backdoor,” rang in my ear. She’d sputtered, her eyes shining with disgust. My cheeks burned, but not with shame, with the gall of her assumption — that I, Valenticia Clawford, was here to charm my way into an undeserved job. Before I could reply, a voice, hard and authoritative, sliced through the tension. “Enough.” I turned to see a man striding toward us, his tailored suit indicating that he was someone to be respected. His badge said Mr. Larson, Senior Manager. Rita’s smirk wavered, but her stance did not falter. “Ms. Valenticia is coming,” Larson said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Madam Rosanna made her appointment by herself. Is there a problem, Rita?” Rita opened her mouth but no sound emerged. She cast me a look then muttered, “No, sir,” and retreated to the reception desk. Larson’s expression softened somewha
Misjudged Valenticia’s POV:The next morning came with an unfamiliar heaviness. I woke early, the nervous fluttering in my chest forcing me to get out of bed before the sun was even fully up. After a long, warm bath, changing into a minimalist navy-blue dress, tying the hair into a little knot, I did not wear anything flashy no jewelry, no heels, no designer bag. Just me.I padded down the stairs. It was quiet in the house, peaceful. I went to the kitchen and made myself a pot of tea. Green, strong, unsweetened. I drank it slowly, the heat soothing my nerves as I looked out the window. Today wasn't about status. It was about learning. Watching and listening.My grandmother came in soon after. She greeted me with a warm smile, dark eyes flicking up and down my outfit with quiet approval, or maybe disbelief.“Do you want me to go with you?” she inquired, walking into the room.I turned to her, my tea cradled in both hands. "No, Grandma. I want to explore alone today… I want to see thin
The ChallengeValenticia's POV:I was going through some reports in my small office when my grandmother’s secretary, Grace, knocked and stuck her head in the door. “Your grandmother wants to see you,” she said, her tone always brisk, never unkind.I rose immediately, smoothing the front of my skirt with my palm, and walked behind her down the hallways that always felt too quiet.The door to my grandmother’s office was already open when I got there, and she was sitting behind her huge mahogany desk, her posture as erect and commanding as ever. The glimmer in her eyes suggested that this wasn’t a social call.I entered quietly and sat across from her, folding my hands in my lap.She didn’t waste time. “How would you feel stepping into the company?”The question came out of nowhere, so I didn’t have time to think of a nice response. Not that she expected one.I stared at her for a second. “Now?”“There’s a lot of eyes on you,” she said, her tone cool and confident. “I’ve trained you. You