I leaned back in my chair, thinking it over as my father watched me patiently. On the one hand, the job sounded like it would keep me busy and allow me to flex my skills. But working so closely with my father also brought up worries. "Won't people think I only got the position because of nepotism?" I asked.My father waved away my worry. "Nonsense. You are more than qualified for the job based on your experience alone. And anyone who knows you and your skills will not question your abilities for a second."I had to admit, the thought of having purpose and independence again was extremely attractive after the chaos of recent weeks. And I knew my father would never coddle or baby me in the role - he would demand nothing but my best."Alright Dad, you've convinced me," I said with a smile. "I accept the job."My father let out a whoop of joy and rushed to hug me tightly. "Wonderful! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist it." He pulled back and looked proudly at me. "You won't regret thi
I startled at the voice behind me, quickly turning to see Charles Campbell. He looked neat and composed, despite the day's events."Mr. Campbell, you scared me half to death!" I clutched my chest, momentarily mistaking him for... well, never mind.He smiled "Oops, didn't mean to play peek-a-boo! Just wanted to give my best wishes before heading off.""Thank you, I'm glad it all came together in the end." I sighed, tiredness suddenly catching up to me.Charles viewed me thoughtfully. "You work far too hard, Miss De Rossi. You must allow yourself to relax and recover on occasion as well."I opened my mouth to protest but he held up a hand to stop me. "Which is why I insist you join me for a celebration drink. One drink and then I'll let you be on your way, I promise."Exhausted from the day's chaos, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the man who'd repeatedly helped me out of jams. Charles Campbell, a name etched surpri
The taxi filled the air as I stared out the window, lost in thought. The city lights sparkled below, like diamonds scattered across a dark cloth. Each twinkling light seemed to hold a story, and mine was taking a surprising turn.The journey felt long, and my mind raced. Charles had challenged the walls I'd built around myself. He was both charming and mysterious, which made me nervous but excited at the same time. As my defenses weakened, I started to wonder if it was safe to let myself be open to him. Old hurts weren't easy to forget.A few days later, Nathan called again. Honestly, at first I wasn't really interested in Charles, I just wanted Nathan's attention back. But now I don't know what to feel about him. When I saw his name on my phone, I felt a mix of things: annoyed, curious, and a little bit sad about the way things used to be.I hesitated before answering. "Nathan?""Agatha, I'm glad you answered," he said quickly. He didn't sound as arrogan
I stormed out of the restaurant, heart pounding. How dare Nathan warn me about Charles while flirting with his fiancee? And the nerve of him digging up old memories! Did he think I'd forgotten his betrayal? No way was I letting him back in. He'd burned that bridge.But on the taxi ride home, doubts emerged. What if Nathan was partially right? I recalled glimpses of darkness in Charles, moments when his charm faltered. Could he be violent and manipulative? A shiver ran down my spine despite the warm taxi air.By the time I reached home, my head throbbed with confusion. I'd tried to hurt Nathan by getting close to Charles, but the situation was a tangled mess. Truth and lies were blurred. Sleep was impossible. My mind replayed every tense conversation with Nathan and Charles, searching for the truth beneath their words. The next few days were a blur of work, as I ignored calls from both men. I needed space to think clearly. Then, one afternoon, rushing back from a meeting, I bumped int
I thought carefully about what Charles said. Partnering with Nathan's enemy was the best way to hurt him, if that's what I really wanted. And having Charles on my side instead of against could make NexGen even bigger than Dad ever dreamed."I think," I finally said, looking Charles in the eye, "this could be a very profitable deal for everyone involved." I raised my glass of champagne. "To new beginnings."Charles smiled widely, almost like a wolf. He clinked his glass against mine. "To new beginnings," he repeated.His eyes seemed to sparkle under the candlelight, like they were hungry. Maybe it was the wine, but they felt...intense.I hid a shiver and took a big sip of my drink, trying to hide my cheeks turning red. This was it. There was no going back. Joining forces with Charles meant going against Nathan's warnings, but for some reason, I didn't care anymore.I knew who I was fighting for now, and I would do whatever it took to protect them. Tonight was just the beginning. The g
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
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.
Agatha POV:"Explain it, Charles? Really?"My voice was ice, a stark contrast to the fire raging inside me. "I think these documents explain themselves pretty clearly, don't you?"I swept my hand across the desk, scattering the damning evidence – printouts of emails, contracts, financial transactions, all meticulously organized, all pointing to one undeniable truth: Charles Campbell, the man I'd trusted, the man I'd almost loved, had been systematically manipulating me, my company, my life.He stood there, frozen, his usual charming facade crumbling, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and… was that fear?Good. Let him be afraid."Agatha, I… I can