"Mr. Westbrook, there's more," the investigator's voice was low but firm. "Selene didn’t act alone."My chest tightened as I leaned forward in my chair. "What are you talking about?"The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of my office lamp casting long shadows across the desk. Victoria sat beside me, her fingers intertwined with mine, grounding me even as a storm brewed in my chest.The investigator slid a file across the desk. "We've uncovered a list of names—people who may still be working against you within Westbrook Industries. These are high-level executives with access to sensitive information."I flipped through the pages, my eyes scanning the names. Each one was a dagger to my gut. Trusted colleagues. People I had shared boardroom strategies with."This can’t be true," I muttered, shaking my head.Victoria's voice was steady, but I could hear the edge of worry. "Is there proof?""Not concrete yet, but there's enough circumstantial evidence to warrant a deeper investigation
"Elias, there's another patrol outside the gates." I peered through the living room window, my nerves raw. "Is this necessary?"He stood behind me, his hand resting firmly on my shoulder. "After that letter, I'm not taking any chances. They’re here to protect you and the baby."I turned to face him, my heart heavy. "This is my fault, isn't it? Coming back into your life has put us in danger."His brow furrowed, and he cupped my face with both hands. "Don't ever say that. This isn't your fault, Victoria. It's mine—for not seeing the threats sooner. But I swear to you, I will protect you both."I wanted to believe him, but the weight of the threat lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. "Selene won't stop, will she?"His jaw clenched. "No, but neither will I. I've already doubled the security at the house and at Westbrook Industries. And Marcus is running a full investigation into that letter."A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the jagged handwriting and the chilling words:
“Is this some kind of sick joke?” I whispered, staring at the contents spread across the coffee table.Elias’s jaw tightened as he sifted through the photos. Each one was more invasive than the last—images of us at home, in his office, even at the doctor’s appointment we thought was private. My stomach twisted at the realization someone had been watching our every move.“They know everything,” I said, my voice shaking. “This isn’t just about us anymore, Elias. It’s about the baby.”“I know.” His voice was low and deadly. “And I swear I’m going to end this.”He pulled out a list from the envelope, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the names. “Selene’s known associates,” he muttered.I leaned closer, recognizing some of the names from headlines and business reports. But one name at the bottom stood out, sending a chill down my spine.“Richard Langford,” I whispered.Elias’s expression darkened. “He’s been on the board for over a decade. My father trusted him like family.”“And now he’s i
“You’re awfully quiet.” I glanced at Elias as we paced down the corridor toward the conference room. His face was a stoic mask, but the tension rolling off him was palpable.“Just trying to control my temper,” he muttered.I touched his arm, making him stop. “Whatever happens in there, keep your head. We need answers, not chaos.”His eyes flickered with stormy determination. “I know. But if this is what I think it is, someone’s going to wish they’d never been born.”We entered the room, and every head turned toward us. Sitting at the long oak table was Gregory Langston, a trusted board member who had worked with Westbrook Industries for nearly two decades. He looked up, his expression shifting between guilt and defiance.Elias didn’t waste time. “Care to explain why your name is all over the surveillance files and transaction logs linking you to Selene’s little empire?”Gregory's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Elias, I can explain—”“Don’t,” Elias cut him off coldly. “I’ve heard
"These numbers don't make sense," Victoria muttered, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the spreadsheet on the large monitor in Elias's study. "Look at the transfers—large sums moving out in patterns that don't match the company's normal expenses."I leaned forward, my jaw tightening. "Selene always knew how to bury things deep. But this? It's practically a roadmap for something bigger."Victoria tapped her pen against the desk. "Maybe she got sloppy because she thought no one would ever question her.""Or she got confident after framing you," I said bitterly, the memory of her betrayal still raw.She placed a hand over mine, her touch steadying. "We'll get through this, Elias. We just have to follow the trail."The warmth of her reassurance grounded me, and I nodded, grateful for her presence. "Let's break this down. Every transfer is routed through this shell company—Ascend International Holdings. I don't recognize the name."Victoria frowned. "Neither do I, but offshore accounts usu
“Are you sure about this?” Victoria’s voice trembled as she hovered over Elias’s laptop, her brows furrowed in disbelief.Elias nodded grimly, his jaw tight. “It’s all there—wire transfers, coded messages, and backroom deals. Senator Mitchell has been bankrolling Selene’s operations from the start.”I swallowed hard, the weight of the revelation making my chest tighten. “A sitting senator? This is bigger than we thought. What does he have to gain from helping Selene?”Elias leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Control. With Selene in charge of Westbrook Industries, Mitchell would have access to billions in assets and influence over every major market we operate in.” He paused, his voice low. “He’s not just a silent partner—he’s the mastermind behind everything.”My stomach churned. It was one thing to battle Selene, but going up against a powerful politician? That was a different beast entirely. “So what do we do now? Exposing him could make us targets.”Elias’s eyes darkene
"You won't believe this," Elias said, his voice sharp as he paced across my living room. "They just threatened to release fabricated dirt on you. They’re trying to drag you back through the mud, Victoria."I gripped the edge of the coffee table, my stomach knotting. "What do you mean fabricated dirt? What could they possibly have on me now?"Elias’s jaw clenched. "It doesn't matter if it's true or not. They'll twist anything—your finances, your time away after the divorce, even your business dealings. If the media gets a whiff of this, it'll be a feeding frenzy."I exhaled sharply. "So now they're trying to use me as leverage? All because you're going after that corrupt politician?"He stopped pacing and knelt in front of me, his hand wrapping around mine. "They're desperate, Victoria. They know we're closing in. But I'm not going to let them touch you again. Not ever."His words ignited something inside me—both fear and determination. "Then we fight," I said firmly. "I'm not running
“You’re saying the evidence was tampered with?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.Elias nodded grimly. “Our legal team confirmed it this morning. Selene’s lawyers are playing dirty.”My breath caught in my throat. The stakes were already high—too high—and now this? “Do they have any proof that I was involved?” My voice faltered at the end, but I forced myself to meet his gaze.“No.” His tone was firm, unyielding. “And they never will. But that doesn’t mean they won’t try to paint you as guilty again.”A sharp knock on the door interrupted us. Marcus, Elias’s head of security, entered, his expression unreadable. “It’s time. The judge is ready to proceed.”Elias took my hand without hesitation. “We’ll get through this together,” he promised.I squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his unwavering presence. “Let’s end this once and for all.”---The courtroom was packed, buzzing with tension. The media had turned out in droves, their cameras flashing as Elias
“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