I finally realized that trying to play nice with Nathan wasn't working. He only wanted to be difficult and make things messy. If he wanted to drag things out and scare me, then I wouldn't be nice anymore. It was time to fight back.I remembered something from a few years ago, a rainy spring night. I was cleaning the living room in Richards's mansion. I hated that room, with all the gold decorations and giant paintings of his ancestors staring down at me like they were judging me. While I was dusting some awful statues, I accidentally heard Nathan and his father arguing in the office next door. They were talking loud, and I could hear everything they said."This is ridiculous, Dad!" Nathan was yelling. "I won't let you make secret deals with those criminals!""Watch your tone, son," his father, Nathan Sr. said angrily. "It's just a deal, nothing more. I'm not actually selling them weapons tecnology."I stopped dusting right away. Weapons? What was he talking about?"Don't pretend you d
Nathan POV:My day started like any other. I woke up next to Camille, who was glowing and already showing our baby bump. She was happily browsing a wedding magazine, talking excitedly about lace versus satin. While she chattered, I got dressed for boring meetings about expanding our "RetinaBank" system. Just another normal day, full of usual problems.I didn't know then how quickly things would change. It was like a calm moment before a storm.I was drinking coffee and checking the company's finances when my phone went crazy. Texts flew in, emails kept dinging, and unknown numbers kept calling. Before I even understood what was happening, Dad's face appeared on my phone screen, looking stressed."What's going on with RetinaBank?!" he yelled without even saying hello. "The whole system crashed!"I felt a knot form in my stomach. This couldn't be real. "I don't get it," I said carefully. "Everything was working fine when I left yesterday. Did the team overseas upload bad code?""I wish
Agatha POV:Charles and I were seated in our usual quiet corner at the restaurant, away from other people. The light from the fancy chandelier cast dancing shadows on his face as he smiled at me across the table."You look beautiful tonight, Agatha," he said softly. He picked up my hand and kissed the back of it gently. "That green dress looks amazing on you." I felt a tingle when he touched me, and I noticed our knees were almost touching under the table. "You too, Mr. Campbell," I said, trying not to sound too eager. I ran my finger around the edge of my wine glass. "Actually, some ladies were staring at you quite a lot when we walked in."He raised one eyebrow playfully. "Oh really? Are you jealous already? We just got the appetizers." He lightly touched the inside of my wrist with his thumb and lowered his voice. "I hope you know you have all my attention tonight."My heart beat faster as he touched me. I gently pulled my hand away and took a sip of wine to hide my blush. "Spea
My normal morning routine at the office started with the usual city noises. Cars were stuck in traffic on the wet streets below my office window on the 7th floor. As the leader of the analytics team at NexGen, I was busy finishing up the company's financial reports for the next meeting.My dad, Aldo De Rossi, was happy with our team's work this month. He doesn't show his happiness easily, to me or anyone else. He always says, "Winning is what we expect, not something special!" during company meetings. But lately, his assistant Manuel seems less stressed, so I guess Dad is in a good mood because things are going well at the company. Even Bianca said Dad doesn't complain as much anymore about having a personal massage therapist at home. This means Dad is happy with me for now.It's better not to talk about what's happening at our competitor's company. They are in a lot of trouble because of bad decisions and debt, and NexGen is doing much better. I imagine Nathan and my dad are still
Finally, we arrived at the police station. It was a big, old building and looked scary. I kept my head up high and ignored the questions the reporters were shouting at me. Inside, they put handcuffs on me and walked me through long hallways. I was scared, but I tried not to show it. Was this all Nathan's fault? Did he try to get me in trouble too? I knew the police couldn't have real evidence against me.They put me in a small, bright room with a mirror on the ceiling. I tried to act relaxed, but I was actually very nervous. I kept hoping Lena would get there soon. Hours passed and different police officers kept asking me questions about things I didn't know anything about. I started to feel like I might cry, but I tried to be strong.Just when I was feeling really scared, the door opened. "Aggie! Thank goodness I found you!" It was Camille DuBois, my ex-husband Nathan's new girlfriend. She was holding a bunch of shopping bags and looked very pregnant. Camille dropped her shopping b
My eyes grew heavy as the fancy car drove through the big iron gates of my house. We drove under the shade of old trees lining the driveway. I felt exhausted after a day of crazy accusations and unexpected help.Next to me, Charles was typing quickly on his phone, probably trying to fix things so the newspapers wouldn't write bad stories about me and NexGen. We stopped in front of the big white entrance, and I sighed.I knew I had to deal with a lot of meetings in the next few days, and I didn't like it. My dad would also be very angry, even though I did nothing wrong. Maybe I should go to the beach for a while, until the lawyers clear my name.Charles got out of the car first and looked around carefully. Then, he opened the door for me and helped me out.I let him help me, even though I was tired and didn't care what the gossip magazines would say about him coming to my house.We started walking up the stairs to the house, and Charles said sorry. "I know I acted very protective today
Charles POV:The city was alive with its usual sounds as I sat in my office, high above the busy streets. Cars honked their horns, people chatted on the sidewalks, and the rain fell in a steady rhythm. I was lost in thought, my mind filled with images of her - Agatha De Rossi.I had known about Agatha's arrest even before she did. My spies at Richards Inc. had kept me informed, Nathan want her destroyed, and I had confirmed it with my sources at NexGen Tech. I had rushed to her side, playing the knight in shining armor. But it wasn't just about saving her; I had made sure the paparazzi and media cameras were there. I wanted the world to see me as Agatha De Rossi's new partner.But then, Camille showed up. She had looked at me with those accusing eyes, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed by her presence. She just wanted to be seen as a good friend, when she was just a mistress.As I sat in my office, I found myself reflecting on my first meeting with Agatha. It was at the gala, whe
Agatha POV:I woke up slowly, the ocean waves gently crashing outside, making me feel calm and peaceful. For a second, I didn't remember where I was. Then everything came back to me: the police at work, the embarrassment of being arrested, and the sudden help from Camille and Charles. It all seemed like a dream.I rubbed my eyes and looked around the cute cabin. Charles really went above and beyond. The ocean view was amazing, and the whole place felt cozy and welcoming.I felt a bit bad for thinking he had bad intentions. He showed up when I needed him most, just like a knight in shining armor. Now he brought me here, to this peaceful spot, so I could escape the craziness.As I walked downstairs, the yummy smell of breakfast filled the air. I found Charles in the kitchen, humming happily as he cooked. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Charles said with a playful smile. "I thought you were going to sleep forever."I chuckled. "Sorry, I guess I was
Agatha POV:FlashbackThe bathroom floor felt cold beneath my knees. Another negative pregnancy test lay stark white on the tiles.Hope, that fragile butterfly, had fluttered its wings for two long weeks, only to crash and burn again. Tears stung my eyes, hot and familiar."Aggie?" Nathan's voice came from the doorway. He stood there, already dressed in one of his perfect suits, impatience etched on his handsome face. "Are you ready? We're going to be late for the brunch."I quickly wiped my eyes, scrambling to my feet, hiding the test behind my back."Almost," I choked out, forcing a smile that felt like broken glass. "Just… touching up my makeup."
Agatha POV:Unexpected. That was one word for it.Catastrophic felt more accurate.I stared blankly at the pamphlet on prenatal vitamins she pressed into my hand. It felt heavy, alien, like an artifact from another dimension. Charles’s baby. The thought slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs, making the room spin.Somehow, I managed to navigate the elevator, the lobby, the revolving doors, moving like an automaton. The city noise hit me as I stumbled onto the sidewalk, I needed… I needed Lena. My fingers fumbled with my phone, slick with a nervous sweat I hadn’t realized was there.Her name swam in my contacts list. I pressed call, my brea
Charles POV:The city lights, usually a comforting panorama from my penthouse windows, felt like accusing eyes tonight. Each twinkling point of light was a reminder of the precariousness of my position, the crumbling foundation of my carefully constructed world. And Agatha… she wasn’t here. Not anymore."Damn it, Richards," I muttered, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, the ice clinking a discordant rhythm against the silence. I hadn't even bothered to turn on any music. What was the point?Nathan's disappearance had thrown everything into chaos. One moment, he was a broken, defeated man, a ghost haunting the edges of Agatha's life. The next, he was… gone. Vanished.And the vultures were circling.The
Agatha POV:The walls of the conference room seemed to spin around me, the voices of the board members fading into a distant, muffled hum. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, my body swaying precariously."Ms. De Rossi, are you alright?" Sarah's voice, sharp with concern, cut through the fog in my brain."I… I just need a moment," I stammered, my voice a shaky whisper, my hand reaching up to my forehead, trying to steady myself, to push back the wave of dizziness that threatened to overwhelm me.But it was no use. The room tilted, the faces around the table blurring, the floor rushing up to meet me. And then, darkness.I woke up to the insistent beeping of a machine, the scent of antiseptic stinging my
Agatha POV:My office at NexGen felt alien, cold. The sleek, modern furniture, the panoramic city view – it all seemed to mock the turmoil churning inside me.The space, once a symbol of my ambition, my newfound power, now felt like a cage.The memory of that confrontation, of Charles standing right where I was, his carefully constructed mask of concern cracking to reveal the anger, the possessiveness beneath… it replayed in my mind, a chilling loop.The documents, spread across this desk, the evidence of his betrayal…I ran a hand over the smooth surface of my desk, as if I could physically feel the re
Nathan POV:A price. Of course. There was always a price."What price, Manuel?" I asked, my voice a low growl, my hand tightening into a fist, my mind racing, calculating, weighing the risks against the potential rewards.He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of ambition and… something else. Something darker. Something… dangerous."Let’s just say… a partnership, Señor Richards,” he said, his voice a smooth, persuasive hum. “A mutually beneficial arrangement. You help me… and I help you. We both get what we want.”“And what is it you want, Manuel?” I asked, my voice a challenge, my gaze unwavering
Nathan POV:"Another one, Señor Richards?"The voice, soft and accented, barely registered over the roaring in my ears. I looked up, blinking, trying to focus on the man standing before me.It was Manuel. Aldo De Rossi’s assistant. What the hell was he doing here? And how did he even find me?"Sure," I mumbled, pushing my empty glass across the rough, concrete surface. "Why the hell not?"The 'bar' was a joke. A couple of crates stacked on top of each other in the corner of this abandoned warehouse, a pathetic collection of half-empty bottles its only sto
Charles POV:"Get me Thompson on the line. Now!"My voice, usually a smooth instrument of persuasion, was a ragged bark, echoing through the sterile emptiness of my office.I paced, the expensive Persian rug a blur beneath my feet, my hands clenched into fists, my mind a chaotic storm of anger, fear, and a desperate, gnawing need for control.Agatha.Her face, her voice, her rejection… It was a relentless loop playing in my head, a constant reminder of my failure, my… vulnerability.She knew. Somehow, she knew. About Xing, about the manipulations, about… everything.And she'd thrown me out. Dismissed me
"Agatha, please,"Charles whispered, his voice choked with emotion, his eyes pleading, his hands reaching out, trembling, as if to touch me, to hold me, to pull me back from the precipice."I… I can change. I can… I can get help. Just… just give me another chance. Please."His vulnerability, so raw, so unexpected, almost broke me. For a fleeting moment, I saw a glimpse of the man I’d thought he was, the man I’d wanted him to be.But it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t erase the lies, the manipulations, the betrayal.“No, Charles,” I said, my voice firm, my gaze unwavering, my heart aching with a pain that was both a release and a devastating loss.