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 morning after Chloe’s magical wedding, Michelle woke up to soft sunlight streaming through the windows. The apartment was quiet and peaceful. She noticed the gentle rustling of sheets as Raymond stirred beside her. Michelle lay still for a moment, her hand resting on her flat stomach. Her thoughts wandered to the tiny life growing inside her. It had been Ten weeks. There was no visible bump yet, but tiredness and occasional nausea kept reminding her of the changes happening in her life.Raymond turned towards her, eyes still sleepy, but a gentle smile on his face. You okay? he asked warmly. Michelle nodded. Yeah. Just... thinking. He gently tucked stray hair behind her ear. About the baby? About everything, she replied. The wedding, Chloe, us... and becoming a mom again. Raymond held her hand under the covers. We’ll be great at this. Even better than before. I promise you, he said. Looking into his reassuring eyes, Michelle felt a wave of calmness. You’ve changed a lot, Raymond. H
Michelle sat in silence beside Raymond as he drove them home from the Hawthorne estate. Her eyes were on the distant city lights, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Eleanor’s words played in her head—gentle, trembling, and unexpectedly sincere. The apology. The confession. Her plea to be in her grandchildren’s life lingered in Michelle’s mind. She still hadn’t given Eleanor an answer. Raymond glanced at her periodically, hands steady on the wheel, his concern clear.You've been quiet, he said softly. Michelle blinked, offering a faint smile. Just… thinking things over. He reached over, giving her hand a supportive squeeze. Whatever you decide about my mother, I’m with you. No pressure. No expectations.Michelle felt grateful for his understanding. Eleanor had caused a lot of pain in the past. But today, for the first time, Eleanor appeared to Michelle not as the distant matriarch of the Hawthorne family but as a woman attempting to make amends, perhaps too late. A buzz from her phone br
The imposing gates of the Hawthorne estate loomed ahead, a symbol of power, legacy, and so much pain. Michelle sat stiffly beside Raymond in the back seat of the black SUV, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her heart pounded as they passed through the gates, the familiar driveway lined with perfectly manicured hedges looking as pristine as ever. But to Michelle, it was a battlefield. A place that held memories she wasn’t sure she was ready to confront.Raymond reached over and gently took her hand. We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. Michelle shook her head, her voice quiet but firm. I am. I need to hear what she has to say. He nodded, understanding. No more running. No more avoiding. They had made their decision, and now it was time to face the woman who had once tried to tear them apart.As the car rolled to a stop in front of the estate, the front doors opened before they even stepped out. Eleanor Hawthorne stood in the grand entryway, her posture poised but noticeably
The following morning, Michelle sat in a plain, white hospital room, holding tightly to Raymond's hand. The world outside felt distant and quiet. She focused on the small screen in front of her, where the doctor prepared to confirm something she sensed deep down. You're about seven weeks pregnant, the doctor said softly yet clearly. The ultrasound shows a healthy pregnancy, and everything looks good.Michelle's heart raced with mixed emotions: excitement, joy, and a touch of disbelief. She had suspected she was pregnant, but hearing it made everything real. She was going to have another child. Beside her, Raymond smiled gently at the screen, brushing his fingers against hers to show his support. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with happiness despite some lingering nerves. We're having another baby, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Raymond's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. I know. And I couldn't be happier.A small laugh escaped her, feeling the weig
Months passed by as Michelle and Raymond adapted to their new life, where they juggled their jobs, raised their twins, and nurtured their relationship. The hectic early years of their marriage had mellowed into a steady routine. However, each day was full of fresh surprises and happy moments. Their twins, Oliver and Olivia, were nearly two years old and filled their home with the fun chaos young children bring. There were spills, laughter, tantrums, and the constant patter of little feet. Amid the noise and mess, Michelle felt a deep sense of peace in her heart. They were a family, and she felt whole like never before.Raymond remained the calm anchor in their busy life. His steady strength balanced Michelle’s energetic nature. Whether it was a late-night feeding, a doctor’s visit, or simply holding her hand after a long day, Raymond was always by her side. They were true partners in every aspect of their lives, both personal and professional.One day, Michelle came home from a busy d
After Michelle's big career achievement, her life turned busy and exciting. Her firm started a major project, and she was deep into planning, meeting clients, and making design choices. Although it was demanding, it was a thrill, and she finally felt the joy of living her dream. The sense of accomplishment stayed with her as she and Raymond adapted to their busy routine. Every evening, when Michelle came home, Raymond’s presence was a comforting support. Their life together was like a dance—a mix of work, home life, laughter, and special moments. It wasn’t perfect, but in their quiet times, Michelle felt truly grateful. They stood on the brink of something amazing, both professionally and personally.One evening, after a tiring day of meetings, Michelle settled on the couch with Raymond. He was on his tablet, checking both work and news. When she joined him, he set the tablet aside and focused on her. How was your day? he asked, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. Michelle sighed,
In the weeks that followed, time seemed to fly by, each day feeling new and full of life. The sun hung longer in the sky, painting New York in its golden light and filling the air with possibilities. Michelle and Raymond found a comfortable routine: peaceful mornings with coffee on the balcony, evenings spent together, and weekends filled with laughter alongside friends and family. Days transformed from passing moments into cherished memories. After talking with her parents, Michelle experienced a significant change—she felt peaceful. The burden of their expectations and distant love was no longer on her shoulders. It felt like a heavy cloud had lifted, and the world appeared brighter and clearer. Every little success, every quiet moment with Raymond felt like a personal triumph. Raymond remained her constant support during this time. He understood her need for space to process her feelings but consistently showed he was there for her with a gentle touch or reassuring look. That eve
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, gently waking Michelle. It cast a warm, golden glow over Raymond's arms, which were snugly wrapped around her. She lay still, cherishing the calm and rhythmic sound of his breathing. They had spent the previous night filled with laughter, dancing, and sharing dreams under the twinkling fairy lights. The events of last night felt almost surreal. Chloe had gotten engaged in a sparkling way, and the rooftop had been magical. Plus, Raymond had quietly shared his true feelings with her. A fresh chapter was waiting to begin for them. Turning softly, Michelle faced Raymond and noticed he was already awake, his blue eyes tender and full of love. "Morning," he said quietly, brushing her hair gently off her face. Morning, she replied with a sleepy voice. They shared a moment of silence, thinking about the serious conversation they had last night. Then, Raymond found her hand and entwined their fingers, his thumb softly moving over her knuckles
The weeks sped by, full of excitement, challenges, and important milestones. Michelle stood at the edge of a bustling construction site just outside central London. Her hard hat was under her arm as she took in the progress. The site buzzed with activity—cranes lifted steel beams, workers called out over the noise of machines, and scaffolding wrapped around the unfinished buildings like a growing web. Her heart filled with pride. This was not just any project—this was her firm’s first significant international endeavor. It was already catching eyes. A breeze played with her blazer as she walked along the site’s perimeter, with her British project manager, James, by her side. You’ve certainly made a splash, Mrs. Hawthorne James said, smiling and looking at his clipboard. There’s talk in the industry. Everyone's curious about the 'rising star from New York. Michelle chuckled, feeling both humble and energized. Well, let's give them something really exciting to talk about. James nodded