"Are you sure this is it?" Victoria's voice trembled as she stared at the rusted metal door embedded in the stone wall of the old Westbrook estate basement.Elias ran his fingers over the keypad next to the door. "It's the only vault mentioned in the hacker's files," he said grimly. "If Selene has secrets, they’re in here."A shiver ran down my spine. "What if it's booby-trapped or something?"Elias gave me a sidelong glance, half amused. "You're watching too many movies.""I was married to you, remember? My life was a movie."Despite the tension, a flicker of a smile tugged at his lips. "Touché." He pressed a combination of numbers into the keypad.The machine beeped once, and then... nothing."Damn it." He gritted his teeth. "The code must've been changed.""Maybe try her birthday," I suggested, thinking of Selene's flair for dramatics.He hesitated. "Selene would never make it that easy." But he typed it in any way.A heavy click echoed through the basement.I blinked in surprise.
"You're telling me this forged contract has been floating around for years?" Victoria's voice cracked as she stared at the legal documents spread across the polished conference table.Elias leaned forward, his jaw tight. "Yes, and somehow, Selene managed to keep it hidden from the board and the auditors. It implicates me in an international fraud scheme I had no part in.""Unbelievable," she muttered. "How did she even pull that off?""Connections, lies, and plenty of bribes, I assume," Elias said bitterly. "That's why we're here—to dismantle this entire web she's created." He glanced at the bespectacled attorney seated across from them. "What's our next move, Richard?"Richard Morrison, the firm's sharpest legal mind, folded his hands on the table. "First, we file a motion to have this contract declared fraudulent. But be prepared—Selene has powerful allies, and they're not going to go down without a fight."Elias’s eyes darkened. "Let them come. I’m done playing their games."Victor
“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” the bailiff asked, holding the Bible out to Selene Westbrook.Selene placed her perfectly manicured hand on it, her face composed and confident. "I do," she answered, her voice steady.I sat beside Elias, my hands trembling in my lap. The courtroom was packed, journalists scribbling furiously and cameras capturing every flicker of emotion on our faces. Selene was about to testify, and knowing her vindictive nature, I feared the worst.Elias leaned toward me, his voice low. “Stay calm. She won’t win this.”I wanted to believe him, but Selene was cunning, and the prosecution had given her the perfect stage.The judge adjusted his glasses and nodded toward the prosecutor. "You may proceed."The prosecutor, a sharp-eyed man in a tailored suit, approached Selene. "Miss Westbrook, thank you for being here today. Could you please describe your relationship with your brother, Elias Westbrook?"Selene folded her hand
"You’re lying!" Elias’s voice sliced through the tense air of the courtroom. His fists clenched at the witness stand, every muscle in his body taut with barely restrained fury.The witness, a former business associate named Harold Whitaker, shifted nervously under Elias's heated glare. He tugged at the collar of his shirt before addressing the judge. "Your Honor, I have no reason to fabricate these claims. Mr. Westbrook personally instructed me to falsify financial records and funnel money into offshore accounts during his marriage to Victoria Lancaster."Gasps erupted across the room. The gallery buzzed with shocked whispers as reporters scribbled furiously on their notepads. Cameras clicked, capturing every expression of disbelief and outrage.I couldn’t stay seated. The accusations cut deeper than any dagger, twisting everything I believed about the man I once loved—and still loved. Rising to my feet, I ignored the judge’s stern glance and faced Harold."That’s a blatant lie," I sa
"Are you sure about this?" Elias's voice was tense as we huddled in a dim corner of the courthouse hallway. His gray eyes flickered with a mixture of hope and apprehension.I nodded, gripping the manila envelope tightly. "This document ties Selene's so-called witness to a major deposit made just days before his testimony. It’s proof of the bribe."Elias exhaled sharply. "Victoria, if this doesn't hold up—""It will," I cut him off firmly. "It has to."We returned to the courtroom, the weight of a thousand secrets pressing down on my chest. The judge, a stern woman with piercing eyes, was already seated."Mr. Westbrook and Ms. Lancaster," she addressed us, her tone cold. "Do you have additional evidence to present before we move forward with closing arguments?"Elias stood, his commanding presence filling the room. "Your Honor, we do." He gestured toward me. "My ex-wife and I have uncovered new information that directly impacts the credibility of the prosecution's star witness."Murmur
"All rise."The bailiff's voice boomed across the packed courtroom. My pulse thrummed in my ears as everyone stood, the air thick with tension. I clenched Elias’s hand under the table, his grip steadying me even as his jaw tensed like granite.The judge, a stern woman with silver-streaked hair and piercing eyes, took her seat. She adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat."This court has carefully reviewed all evidence presented," she began, her voice calm but authoritative. "The accusations of embezzlement and fraud against Victoria Lancaster have been thoroughly investigated and proven to be the result of a deliberate and malicious scheme orchestrated by Selene Westbrook."A murmur rippled through the room. My breath caught in my throat.Elias leaned toward me, whispering, "We did it."The judge raised her gavel. "Therefore, I find the defendant, Victoria Lancaster, not guilty of all charges. Furthermore, this court recognizes the efforts made by Mr. Elias Westbrook in exposing t
"Did you hear that?" Victoria whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she peered through the window.I tensed, my eyes scanning the dark expanse of our estate's perimeter. The security lights glowed faintly, but the eerie stillness sent a chill down my spine. "No," I said, keeping my tone calm. "But stay here. I’ll check the monitors."She grabbed my arm. "Elias, don’t go out there alone.""I’m just checking the surveillance feeds," I assured her. "We have security guards patrolling."Reluctantly, she let go, but the worry in her eyes lingered.I made my way to the security room, my footsteps echoing in the long corridor. The monitors displayed multiple camera angles around the estate. I scanned each one carefully. Nothing seemed out of place—until I spotted a flicker of movement near the back gate."Zoom in," I commanded the guard seated at the control panel.The image sharpened, revealing a shadowy figure lurking near the fence. My jaw clenched. "Have the team sweep that area imm
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Elias muttered, leaning over his laptop as the screen filled with endless rows of red transaction flags. His jaw clenched, and I could hear the tension in his voice even from across the room.I walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”“Millions—gone,” he said through gritted teeth. “These aren't just small discrepancies. Someone siphoned off a fortune from my accounts.”My stomach twisted. After everything we’d gone through, it felt like the universe had a twisted sense of humor. “How is that even possible? Your security is supposed to be impenetrable.”“That’s what I thought,” he said bitterly, tapping on the keyboard. “But whoever did this knew what they were doing. The transactions are buried under legitimate expenses, spread across multiple shell companies. It’s sophisticated.”I pulled up a chair beside him. “Let me see.”He hesitated, his brows furrowing. “You don’t have to get involved—”“Elias, I ran my own business for year
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Elias as I adjusted the elegant satin gown, hugging my body. The grand hall was already filled with the city’s elite, all gathered to celebrate the official resurgence of Westbrook Industries. Chandeliers sparkled above us, and the orchestra played softly in the background.Elias turned to me, his blue eyes intense. “I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.” His voice was low, but the sincerity hit me deep.I smoothed my dress nervously. “It’s just... after everything we've been through—”He placed his hand over mine, steadying me. “That’s exactly why tonight is important. You’ve always been the heart of this company, Victoria. It’s time the world knows it.”Before I could respond, the announcer’s voice boomed across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming Elias Westbrook and Victoria Lancaster to the stage."The applause was thunderous. My heart raced as Elias led me to the center stage. Cameras flashed, capturing
"I still can’t believe you're doing this," Victoria said, her voice edged with disbelief as we rode the elevator to the top floor of Westbrook Industries. "Announcing a philanthropic initiative in our son's name? Elias, the board won't take this lightly."I straightened my tie, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "They'll take it because it's the right move. And because you're going to help me make them see that."She shook her head with a soft laugh. "You're impossible.""Yet you married me."Her laughter faded, and for a moment, we stood in silence. The weight of everything we’d been through hung between us like a fragile truce. The scars from betrayal and heartbreak hadn’t fully healed, but standing beside her now, I felt stronger—more determined than ever to make things right.When the elevator doors opened, a wave of tension swept over me. The boardroom was already packed. Selene’s former allies sat at the long mahogany table, their faces taut with apprehension and skeptic
"Are you sure about this?" Elias asked as he pulled the car into the long, winding driveway. The towering oak trees on either side seemed to close in on us. "We can turn back if you're not ready."I swallowed the lump in my throat, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. "No. I need to do this."He reached over, his hand warm and steady on mine. "I'm right here with you."I gave him a grateful smile, though my heart felt like it was doing backflips. The last time I saw my father, we had exchanged harsh words that cut deeper than any wound. Years had passed, and I had told myself I didn't need closure—but now, with a child of my own, everything felt different.Elias parked the car in front of the large, weathered farmhouse. The sight of the familiar porch with its peeling paint and creaky swing tugged at memories I had long buried.The front door opened before we even stepped out of the car. My father stood there, his once-strong frame slightly stooped, but his eyes were still sharp a
“It’s a boy!” the doctor announced with a broad smile as the room filled with the sound of a baby’s strong cry.My breath hitched as tears blurred my vision. Relief, joy, and overwhelming love crashed through me in waves. Elias stood beside me, his hand gripping mine as though it was the only thing grounding him to this earth.“We have a son, Victoria,” he whispered, his voice breaking.I looked up at him, barely able to form words. “He’s here... we did it.”The nurse approached, gently placing the swaddled baby in my arms. His face was red and scrunched, his tiny fingers curled into fists. I couldn't stop staring. He was perfect.“He’s beautiful,” Elias said, his voice thick with emotion.I managed a shaky laugh. “He looks just like you.”Elias let out a breathless chuckle. “Poor kid.”I smiled despite the tears streaming down my face. “He’s lucky, just like I am.”Elias leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “No, Victoria. I’m the lucky one. You gave me a second chance.
"Stay with me, Victoria!" Elias's voice cracked as he clutched my hand, his knuckles white with tension.The pain was relentless, like waves crashing through me, each stronger than the last. My breath came in shallow gasps as the paramedics maneuvered the stretcher down the hallway toward the ambulance. Everything was a blur—the flashing red lights, the wail of the siren, and Elias’s voice, fierce and determined, cutting through the chaos."I can't—" I choked, unable to finish as a sharp contraction gripped me."You can," Elias urged, his eyes wild with fear. "You're the strongest person I know. Just hold on."The ambulance doors slammed shut, sealing us inside. The paramedics worked quickly, their voices urgent but steady."Blood pressure's dropping," one of them announced. "We need to stabilize her."Elias's grip on my hand tightened. "Do whatever it takes. Just save them—both of them."I squeezed his hand weakly, trying to reassure him, though I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring myse
"Open it already, Elias," I urged, unable to mask the tension in my voice.Elias’s fingers trembled as he tore open the mysterious envelope that had been left at our doorstep. The elegant black seal on the back hinted at something sinister, and my instincts screamed that whatever was inside would only bring chaos.He pulled out a neatly folded letter. As he read silently, his face darkened, his jaw clenching so tightly I thought he might snap."What does it say?" I demanded.His voice was low, filled with disbelief. "It’s from Selene."I froze. "Selene? What could she possibly have to say after everything she did?"Elias's knuckles turned white as he gripped the letter. "She claims there’s another conspiracy brewing within Westbrook Industries—something even bigger than her betrayal."My heart raced. "Bigger? How is that possible?"He handed me the letter, and I scanned the words quickly. Selene's handwriting was precise, almost too neat for the venomous confession she had penned."El
"Do you think we made the right move?" Elias’s voice was low, almost uncertain—a rare sound coming from a man who always exuded confidence.I glanced at him, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the microphone in front of me. The press conference room was filled with journalists, cameras clicking furiously as they captured every expression on our faces. The Westbrook family name was plastered all over the headlines, and not in a flattering way."You know we had no choice," I said firmly. "Transparency is the only way out of this mess."Elias’s jaw clenched as he scanned the restless crowd. "I just don't want you dragged through this chaos again, Victoria. You've been through enough because of me."I met his gaze, holding it steady. "I'm not going anywhere, Elias. We face this together."Before he could respond, the moderator signaled that it was time to start. Elias nodded, his shoulders squaring as he stood beside me."Ladies and gentlemen," Elias began, his deep voice cutting
"Selene, think this through!" I shouted, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm. The papers in her hand fluttered as she paced near the fireplace, her eyes wild with desperation. "Burning those documents won't fix anything."Her lips curled into a twisted smile. "You think I care about fixing this mess, Victoria? All I want is to make sure no one wins if I can't have it all."Elias stepped forward, his voice steady and commanding. "Selene, drop the papers. We can fix this without anyone else getting hurt."Selene laughed bitterly, waving the documents in the air like a victory flag. "Oh, brother, always the hero. But you're too late." Her gaze flickered between us, calculating. "You've already ruined me by siding with her."I clenched my fists. "This isn't about sides—it's about the truth. You've manipulated Elias, destroyed our marriage, and nearly took down Westbrook Industries. Enough is enough."Her expression darkened. "You don't know the half of it." She jabbed
"Stay close to me," Elias whispered, his voice low and urgent as we crept through the dimly lit hallway. The faint scent of damp concrete clung to the air, and the tension was palpable. Armed security agents moved ahead of us, their steps swift and calculated. My heart raced, the adrenaline making every sound sharper, every shadow more ominous."I'm not going anywhere without you," I whispered back, gripping his hand tightly. The thought of losing him in this chaos was unbearable.We reached the main door to the vast underground lair Selene had been using to conduct her schemes. The lead agent gave a silent signal, and two men moved to flank the entrance. The rest of us stood ready, nerves stretched taut.Elias's jaw was clenched, his eyes cold and focused. "We end this tonight."The door burst open with a deafening crash. Chaos erupted as armed men on Selene's side fired shots. We ducked behind a thick metal barrier as bullets ricocheted off the walls."Stay down!" Elias ordered, shi