Chloe sat on a chair in her apartment, her fingers flying over the keyboard like a flash as she dug deeper into Miranda’s background. She had learned years ago that if something didn’t add up, it was because someone had gone to great lengths to hide the truth. And Miranda? She was a puzzle wrapped in too many layers of secrecy. Like an onion with many layers. After receiving that anonymous warning, Chloe knew she couldn’t ignore it, it was dangerous for her,and she could even end up getting hurt. But if Miranda was involved in something dangerous that had to do with her friend, Michelle had to know. She wouldn't let her friend get hurt. Her search pulled up basic information at first—work history, public records, nothing suspicious. But Chloe wasn’t looking for what was visible. She was looking for what had been erased. What wasn't visible. She needed to dig deeper. She bypassed firewalls, dug into old archives, and finally, something strange popped up. Miranda had been employed at
Chloe sat frozen, the photograph still clutched in her trembling hands. The implications of what she had just uncovered sent a chill down her spine. Everything she thought she knew—about Michelle’s family, about Eleanor, even about her own past—was now tangled in a web of deception she was only beginning to untangle. But first, she needed to understand it all because she was confused. She took a deep breath, pushed aside her growing panic, tried to calm down,and forced herself to go over everything one after the other. She skimmed through each paper over again, trying to solve the puzzle. Years ago, Miranda had worked for a private consulting firm that specialized in handling high-profile clients’ most sensitive affairs. illegal businesses , they were good at keeping things hidden. This wasn’t just an elite business firm—it was a fixer firm, one that provided discreet services to powerful people in the business world, ensuring their deepest secrets stayed buried. The kind of discr
Eleanor Hawthorne sat in her private suite, sipping a glass of wine as she reviewed the latest reports. The plans she had set in motion was unfolding exactly as she planned. The stock market crisis had shaken confidence in Hawthorne Enterprises, and Victor’s financial leverage had made him appear indispensable to the board.But there was still resistance.Raymond had managed to rally some of the more independent board members to push back against Victor’s involvement. They weren’t foolish—they saw the threat Eleanor posed.Which meant it was time to remove their options.She picked up her phone and made a call.“Have the files been delivered?” she asked smoothly.“Yes, ma’am,” her contact replied. “He has received them.”“Good.” Eleanor’s lips curled into a smile. “Now, let’s see how long he can hold out.”Miles Harrington, one of the longest-serving board members, had always prided himself on his integrity. He had been a firm ally of Raymond’s, resisting Eleanor’s influence at every
Chloe sat on the floor of her apartment, her back pressed against the couch as she stared at the collection of files spread out in front of her. The dim glow from her laptop cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the silence in the room feel even heavier.She had spent the last few hours trying to piecing everything together—every detail, every inconsistency, every link that tied Miranda to Eleanor. What she found was worse than she had expected.Miranda wasn’t just an assistant. She was a handler. A fixer. Someone planted in Hawthorne Enterprises with a purpose. And that purpose was to keep Eleanor’s dirty deeds from getting out.The transactions Chloe uncovered weren’t just suspicious; they pointed to something deliberate, something planned. Miranda had access to key company documents, and there were traces of funds being funneled into offshore accounts linked to Eleanor.This wasn’t just corporate espionage.It was a takeover in progress.And Miranda was at the center of it.Chloe
Michelle had just entered her office when her phone buzzed with a message, vibrating against her desk. She barely glanced at it, she was still lost in thought over Chloe’s last message. And what she meant by that.Miranda used to be a handler and she's working at Hawthorne Enterprises for a reason—to cover up Eleanor's secrets. We need to talk.A pit had formed in Michelle’s stomach the moment she read it. Chloe had been absent from work, she had been focused on her investigation for weeks, digging deeper than either of them should have. And now—Michelle exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.Something felt wrong.Chloe should have followed up by now. She would have at least called her to explain what she had uncovered. The worry on her face was obvious.A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Raymond standing there, his expression unreadable.“We need to talk,” he said.Michelle frowned. “About what?”Raymond hesitated for half a second before
A heavy silence settled between Michelle and Raymond as the call ended, the distorted voice still echoing in her mind."You’re looking in the wrong place." What does that mean? She thought to herself.Michelle’s grip tightened around her phone, her knuckles turning white. Whoever had attacked Chloe was now playing games with her, sending cryptic warnings and making it clear that she was next. it’s likely a mix of both a warning and misdirection—whoever sent it wants her to stop looking where she is, but the real question is why?Raymond, standing close beside her, took the phone from her hand and examined the call log. “The number’s blocked.” His tone was sharp, controlled, but Michelle could see the tension in his posture.“This isn’t random,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “Whoever did this to Chloe—whoever sent me that message—they want me to know they’re watching.”Raymond’s jaw clenched. “And they want to scare you.”Michelle exhaled, trying to steady her racing thou
The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing Chloe registered as she slowly regained consciousness. Her body ached, her head ached, and her throat felt dry so much that she couldn't even swallow her saliva, but the moment her eyelids fluttered open, she saw Michelle sitting beside her, gripping her hand tightly. "Chloe?" Michelle's voice was laced with both relief and urgency. Chloe tried to speak, but her throat was too dry and it burned. Michelle quickly reached for a cup of water and helped her sit up to take a small sip. "You scared the hell out of me Chloe ," Michelle whispered, her grip on Chloe’s hand tightening. The worry on her face obvious. Chloe gave her a weak smile. "That… makes two of us." But the relief was short-lived. Chloe's brows knitted together as memories of the attack came rushing back. Her fingers curled against the bedsheet, and she swallowed hard. She suddenly became tense. Michelle noticed the change instantly. "Chloe, are you okay? Wh
Raymond’s gaze sharpened as he watched Miranda and Eleanor across the restaurant. They were deep in conversation, their expressions tense, their gestures restrained yet urgent. Whatever they were discussing, it wasn’t casual. He took a calculated step forward to their table, making his presence known. Eleanor was the first to notice him. Her posture stiffened, but she masked it quickly with a charming smile. “Raymond,” she greeted smoothly as if she hadn’t just been caught whispering with Miranda. “What a surprise.” Miranda turned, her expression unreadable, though Raymond could see the flicker of unease and panic in her eyes. It was brief, but it was there. “Ladies,” he greeted coolly. “Didn’t expect to find you both here.” what a coincidence. Miranda was the first to recover, smoothing out her blazer as she gave him a practiced smile. “Business discussions. You know how it is right?.” Raymond didn’t respond right away. Instead, he glanced at the untouched glasses of wine on t
The warmth of Raymond’s embrace lingered on Michelle’s skin, her body still humming from the intensity of their shared moment. As exhaustion weighed heavily on her, she barely registered the way he carefully pulled the sheets over her or the way he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. She felt safe. For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel like a pawn in someone else’s game. Here, in Raymond’s arms, she wasn’t the neglected daughter, the unwanted sister, or the woman caught in a whirlwind of betrayal and greed. She was simply *his* wife. And that realization was both thrilling and terrifying. The morning after, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. Michelle stirred, stretching slightly—only to wince at the dull ache in her body. A deep blush crept onto her cheeks as last night’s events came rushing back. She turned her head slightly and found Raymond sitting at the edge of the bed, he was already dressed
The warmth of Raymond’s embrace lingered on Michelle’s skin, her body still humming from the intensity of their shared moment. As exhaustion weighed heavily on her, she barely registered the way he carefully pulled the sheets over her or the way he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. She felt safe. For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel like a pawn in someone else’s game. Here, in Raymond’s arms, she wasn’t the neglected daughter, the unwanted sister, or the woman caught in a whirlwind of betrayal and greed. She was simply *his* wife. And that realization was both thrilling and terrifying. The morning after, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. Michelle stirred, stretching slightly—only to wince at the dull ache in her body. A deep blush crept onto her cheeks as last night’s events came rushing back. She turned her head slightly and found Raymond sitting at the edge of the bed, he was already dressed
The man who visited Eleanor was Noah Sinclair, a powerful businessman with a personal vendetta against Raymond and. He is a former rival of Raymond's in both business and personal matters. Years ago, Noah lost a major deal to Raymond, and since then, he has harbored resentment toward him. However, his grudge deepened when he realized that Michelle, the woman now standing beside Raymond, was someone he once had his eye on. He had asked Michelle out once and she had rejected him, and since then , he vowed to make her regret turning him down.Their ultimate goal is to strip Michelle of everything and force Raymond into a position where he has no choice but to abandon her. Eleanor wants to get rid of Michelle, while Noah wants to see Raymond ruined and Michelle in his grasp.But what they don’t realize is that Raymond is already ten steps ahead. He knew everything that was going on. He was watching their every step.Michelle’s heart pounded as she stood frozen outside Eleanor’s study, hid
Michelle’s heart pounded as she forced herself to look away from Eleanor. The fury in her cold, calculating eyes was unmistakable. But Michelle had no time to dwell on it—because Raymond’s words were still ringing in her ears.My real wife.Not a contract wife. Real.Had he meant it? Or was it simply part of the act to maintain their cover?Before Michelle could process it, Raymond’s grip on her waist tightened, subtly pulling her closer as the investors continued their conversation. His touch was warm, grounding—but also sent a jolt through her. She forced herself to focus.The rest of the evening was a blur of polite conversation, flashing cameras, and champagne glasses clinking together. But Eleanor’s presence lingered at the edge of Michelle’s mind like thunder waiting to strike.The Next Morning, Eleanor’s fingers clenched around her phone as she paced across the lavish sitting room, her jaw tight with frustration.The deal she had spent months crafting had collapsed overnight. T
The drive to the Hawthorne estate was eerily quiet. Michelle sat beside Raymond in the backseat of his sleek black car, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She had met Jonathan Hawthorne once before—at their engagement dinner—but back then, she had been too overwhelmed to process much. Now, after everything that had happened, meeting him again felt different. Because this time, he was asking to see her.Michelle stole a glance at Raymond. He was unreadable as ever, his sharp profile illuminated by the glow of the city lights. His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh, a sign that he was deep in thought. She wondered what he was thinking about.Michelle swallowed. “Is he going to interrogate me?” Raymond’s lips twitched. “Most likely.” “Fantastic.” She exhaled slowly. “Any tips?” “Yes.” He turned his gaze to her, his eyes darkening just slightly. “Don’t let him intimidate you.” Michelle let out a humorless chuckle. “Right. Because that’ll be so easy.” Raymond reached o
The next morning, Michelle woke up to chaos. Not the usual one, but a full-blown, media-frenzy, trending-on-every-social-platform type of chaos. The entire world had lost its collective mind over Raymond’s declaration the previous day. Her phone had exploded with so many messages. Some from Chloe, who had sent no fewer than thirty texts in a go. Some from Hailey, a friend of hers, who had sent, OMG and bombarded her with questions. And a handful from people she hadn’t spoken to in years, suddenly acting like they had always been best friends. The top headline? RAYMOND HAWTHORNE CLAIMS MICHELLE AS HIS EVERYTHING—IS THIS THE LOVE STORY OF THE CENTURY?Michelle groaned and buried her face in her pillow. What even is my life right now?She barely had time to process before the door swung open. “Good morning, wifey,” Raymond said like it was the most natural thing to do, his voice dripping with amusement. Michelle peeked out from under the blanket to find him standing there,
The moment the journalist’s question hit the air, Michelle’s blood turned to ice. "Is it true that your marriage to Raymond Hawthorne is nothing more than a temporary contract?" The words hung between them like a guillotine, poised to slice through everything. Cameras flashed, microphones thrust towards their faces, the reporters voices overlapping in a chaotic frenzy. Michelle opened her mouth, but no words came out. Raymond, however, didn’t hesitate. He stepped in front of her, his entire demeanor shifting into something dangerous. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as he turned his piercing gaze on the journalist. “Where did you hear that?” He asked, his voice was quiet, but there was something lethal beneath it. David Carter—the smug reporter who had asked the question—grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “I have sources, Mr. Hawthorne. Reliable ones.” But I can't disclose that. He said.Raymond’s jaw ticked. “Reliable?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Your ‘sourc
Michelle’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Richard. His presence alone was shocking enough, but the words that had just left his mouth sent a chill through her. He was against Eleanor? The thought seemed impossible. And yet, here he was, offering his help. Raymond’s expression remained unreadable as he studied Richard, his stance tense, calculating. “What exactly are you proposing?” Richard stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him. He glanced at Vivian, who looked just as stunned as Michelle, before turning his attention back to Raymond. “I have something you need. The original documents proving that the will was always meant for Michelle.” Michelle inhaled sharply. “You have them?” Richard smirked, folding his arms. “I’ve had copies in my possession for a long time. I kept them as insurance, in case Eleanor ever tried to double-cross me. Seems that time has finally come.” Raymond’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re just willing to hand them over?”
Michelle’s heart pounded as she and Raymond left the Hawthorne estate. The weight of the forged will still burned in her mind, she could stop thinking about it, but Raymond’s words echoed louder—Do you trust me to fix this? She had given him her answer, but trust alone wasn’t enough. She needed to act.The car ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Michelle’s fingers curled against the leather seat, her jaw clenched. Eleanor was powerful, cunning, and willing to manipulate the truth to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was to erase Michelle from the equation entirely.Raymond finally broke the silence. “We need to fight back immediately. If we let this sit, Eleanor will use every connection she has to cement that forged will as legitimate.”Michelle nodded. “But how? If she’s already had it signed and witnessed, it won’t be easy to prove it’s fake.”Raymond’s lips pressed into a firm line. “There’s always a way.”His confidence should have reassured her, but all she could t