Agatha POV:“You’ve been awfully quiet, my dear. Something on your mind?”Dad’s voice, though weakened by his illness, still held its familiar sharpness, cutting through the silence that had settled between us.He was propped up in his hospital bed, looking frail against the crisp white sheets, but his gaze was as perceptive as ever.I forced a smile, my fingers tracing the edge of the worn, get-well card on his bedside table.“Just thinking about NexGen, Dad. The board meeting next week…”“Ah, the sharks are circling,” he said, a dry chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Don’t you worry about them, Agatha. You’ll handle them. You’re a De Rossi.”“I know, Dad. But it’s a lot. And with you here…” My voice trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air. The fear of losing him, of facing this battle alone.He reac
Agatha POV:“This can’t be right.”I stared at the document on my screen, my heart hammering against my ribs. The words swam before my eyes, a jumbled mess of legal jargon and financial figures that, when pieced together, painted a terrifying picture.My fingers trembled as I scrolled back to the top of the file, rereading the heading for what felt like the hundredth time.De Rossi Family Holdings – Confidential Internal Audit.Confidential. Internal. My father never mentioned anything about an internal audit. He was always open with me about NexGen’s finances, about every aspect of the company.So why was this hidden? And why did it feel lik
Nathan POV:“I’m on my way, Agatha. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”The words tasted like ash in my mouth, a hollow promise I wasn’t even sure I could keep.But they were what she needed to hear. Desperate, vulnerable Agatha, finally turning to me, finally seeing me as something other than the villain in her story.A surge of something close to… triumph, maybe even hope, flickered within me. This was it. My chance.My opportunity to rewrite our ending, to prove to her, to myself, that I could be the man she needed. The man she deserved.I hung up the phone, the click echoing in the cavernous emptiness of my office. A bitte
Charles POV:“Campbell,” Nathan spat, his voice dripping with venom.The word hung in the air like a curse, thick with hatred and resentment.I walked into Nathan's office, letting my gaze sweep over the room, taking in the signs of his crumbling empire – the piles of unopened mail, the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the credenza, the general air of neglect that clung to the once-impeccable space.“Richards,” I replied, my voice smooth, a stark contrast to his raw anger. “Fancy meeting you here. Or should I say, still here?”His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, but he remained seated behind his desk, a pathetic figure clinging to the remnants of his former power.“What do you want, Campbell?” he snarled, his voice rough, his gaze fixed on me, a mixture of defiance and desperation in their depths. “Come to gloat? Enjoy the view from the top?”I chuckled softly, le
Charles POV:“Jasmine, cancel my afternoon meetings.”The words were out before I even registered the thought, a reflex honed by years of wielding power, of snapping my fingers and expecting the world to rearrange itself accordingly.But as I watched Jasmine’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arch in that familiar, silent question, a flicker of… something akin to shame pricked at my conscience.“All of them, Charles?” she asked, her voice a model of professional neutrality, yet I detected a subtle undercurrent of… concern? Or was I just projecting?I waved a dismissive hand, turning away from the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of a city I suddenly felt discon
Agatha POV:“Don’t bother calling me again, Agatha.”Nathan’s voice, sharp and cold, sliced through the phone, making me flinch.“What? Nathan, what are you talking about?” I asked, my voice a mix of confusion and a sudden, sharp stab of anxiety. What had happened now?“I said don’t call me,” he repeated, his tone flat, final. “I won’t help you. I won’t help NexGen. Do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.”“Nathan, wait!” I pleaded, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Dad is still in the hospital, NexGen is in trouble, and you’re just… giving up? Now?”
Agatha POV“Charles, what did you say to Nathan?”The question hung in the air of his penthouse, sharp and direct, a stark contrast to the soft jazz music drifting from hidden speakers, the plush velvet couches, the breathtaking city view framed by the massive windows.I watched him carefully, searching for any flicker of deception in his usually open, confident gaze.He turned from the window, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand, his brow furrowed in what looked like genuine confusion.“Nathan? What are you talking about, Agatha?”“Don’t play games, Charles,” I said, my voice steady, my gaze unwavering. “He
I stood in shock, staring down at the papers scattered across the floor. Divorce papers, with Nathan's signature already scribbled on the line. He couldn't even look me in the eye as he uttered those heartless words. "You should start packing. Only take what you came with." The pounding of my heart drowned out all other sounds. This couldn't be real, it had to be some twisted joke. I searched Nathan's face pleadingly, hoping to find even a hint of remorse or regret. But his eyes remained cold and distant. "Nathan, please...we can talk about this. What happened to make you want this so suddenly?" My voice cracked with emotion. Three years of marriage, three years of giving everything to this man, and his lavish lifestyle, meant nothing to him now. He sighed in annoyance. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Agatha. It's over. I've already filed the paperwork. Now just pack your things and go." White-hot anger swirled within me now, battling with the remnants of grief and
Agatha POV“Charles, what did you say to Nathan?”The question hung in the air of his penthouse, sharp and direct, a stark contrast to the soft jazz music drifting from hidden speakers, the plush velvet couches, the breathtaking city view framed by the massive windows.I watched him carefully, searching for any flicker of deception in his usually open, confident gaze.He turned from the window, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand, his brow furrowed in what looked like genuine confusion.“Nathan? What are you talking about, Agatha?”“Don’t play games, Charles,” I said, my voice steady, my gaze unwavering. “He
Agatha POV:“Don’t bother calling me again, Agatha.”Nathan’s voice, sharp and cold, sliced through the phone, making me flinch.“What? Nathan, what are you talking about?” I asked, my voice a mix of confusion and a sudden, sharp stab of anxiety. What had happened now?“I said don’t call me,” he repeated, his tone flat, final. “I won’t help you. I won’t help NexGen. Do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.”“Nathan, wait!” I pleaded, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Dad is still in the hospital, NexGen is in trouble, and you’re just… giving up? Now?”
Charles POV:“Jasmine, cancel my afternoon meetings.”The words were out before I even registered the thought, a reflex honed by years of wielding power, of snapping my fingers and expecting the world to rearrange itself accordingly.But as I watched Jasmine’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arch in that familiar, silent question, a flicker of… something akin to shame pricked at my conscience.“All of them, Charles?” she asked, her voice a model of professional neutrality, yet I detected a subtle undercurrent of… concern? Or was I just projecting?I waved a dismissive hand, turning away from the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of a city I suddenly felt discon
Charles POV:“Campbell,” Nathan spat, his voice dripping with venom.The word hung in the air like a curse, thick with hatred and resentment.I walked into Nathan's office, letting my gaze sweep over the room, taking in the signs of his crumbling empire – the piles of unopened mail, the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the credenza, the general air of neglect that clung to the once-impeccable space.“Richards,” I replied, my voice smooth, a stark contrast to his raw anger. “Fancy meeting you here. Or should I say, still here?”His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, but he remained seated behind his desk, a pathetic figure clinging to the remnants of his former power.“What do you want, Campbell?” he snarled, his voice rough, his gaze fixed on me, a mixture of defiance and desperation in their depths. “Come to gloat? Enjoy the view from the top?”I chuckled softly, le
Nathan POV:“I’m on my way, Agatha. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”The words tasted like ash in my mouth, a hollow promise I wasn’t even sure I could keep.But they were what she needed to hear. Desperate, vulnerable Agatha, finally turning to me, finally seeing me as something other than the villain in her story.A surge of something close to… triumph, maybe even hope, flickered within me. This was it. My chance.My opportunity to rewrite our ending, to prove to her, to myself, that I could be the man she needed. The man she deserved.I hung up the phone, the click echoing in the cavernous emptiness of my office. A bitte
Agatha POV:“This can’t be right.”I stared at the document on my screen, my heart hammering against my ribs. The words swam before my eyes, a jumbled mess of legal jargon and financial figures that, when pieced together, painted a terrifying picture.My fingers trembled as I scrolled back to the top of the file, rereading the heading for what felt like the hundredth time.De Rossi Family Holdings – Confidential Internal Audit.Confidential. Internal. My father never mentioned anything about an internal audit. He was always open with me about NexGen’s finances, about every aspect of the company.So why was this hidden? And why did it feel lik
Agatha POV:“You’ve been awfully quiet, my dear. Something on your mind?”Dad’s voice, though weakened by his illness, still held its familiar sharpness, cutting through the silence that had settled between us.He was propped up in his hospital bed, looking frail against the crisp white sheets, but his gaze was as perceptive as ever.I forced a smile, my fingers tracing the edge of the worn, get-well card on his bedside table.“Just thinking about NexGen, Dad. The board meeting next week…”“Ah, the sharks are circling,” he said, a dry chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Don’t you worry about them, Agatha. You’ll handle them. You’re a De Rossi.”“I know, Dad. But it’s a lot. And with you here…” My voice trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air. The fear of losing him, of facing this battle alone.He reac
Nathan POV:I stood outside Aldo De Rossi’s hospital room, my hand hovering over the door handle, my resolve wavering.What was I doing here?Did I really think that facing Agatha’s father, the man I’d wronged, the man whose company I’d nearly destroyed, would somehow make things right?Agatha’s words, spoken weeks ago in the sterile confines of the hospital cafeteria, echoed in my mind: “You think this… ‘noble sacrifice’ makes everything okay? You think it erases everything else, everything you’ve done?”She was right.My actions, my desperate attempt to sabotage Xing Enterprises, to protect NexGen, to protect her… it didn’t erase the past.It didn’t change the fact that I’d betrayed her, hurt her, thrown away our marriage like it was nothing.But I had to try.I had to do something. Not for her, not anymore. But for myself. To prove to myself that I wasn't the same selfish, arrogant bastard I used to be.Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.The room was d
Agatha POV:The cool night air was a welcome balm against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the ballroom.The charity gala, a whirlwind of forced smiles, polite conversations, and the clinking of champagne glasses, had left me feeling drained, emotionally exhausted.I leaned against the railing of the terrace, the cold metal a grounding presence beneath my fingertips.I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to find a moment of peace, a sliver of clarity amidst the storm raging within me.The partnership with Campbell Enterprises was a success, a strategic victory that had secured NexGen’s future, or at least, bought us some time.But the triumph felt hollow, overshadowed by the personal turmoil that seemed to follow me like a shadow.Nathan’s desperate attempts to win me back, Charles’s increasingly possessive behavior, James’s cryptic warnings, and now Camille’s raw vulnerability and unexpected kindness – it was all too much, a tangled web of emoti