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 hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Chloe sat up against the pillows, her fingers tightening around the blanket as she stared at Michelle, who sat beside her. The weight of the past few days hung between them—Chloe’s attack, the threatening note Michelle received, and now, an unsettling silence. Michelle could tell something was wrong. "Chloe, you need to tell me what's going on," And I mean everything. Michelle urged, her voice gentle but firm. "I know you’re scared, but keeping secrets won’t help." Chloe hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, then closing again. She let out a shaky breath. “I should have told you this a long time ago,” she said finally. “But I didn’t know how to bring it up.” Michelle frowned. “Told me what?” Chloe lowered her gaze, her fingers gripping the blanket tighter. “I was adopted.” Michelle blinked. “What?” “My last name has always been Bennett, but my biological parents… they weren’t the people I gre
Michelle stared at Alex, her fingers tightening around the photograph. Chloe, much younger, standing beside someone she didn’t recognize—but the resemblance was uncanny. There was no denying it. It was definitely one of Chloe's parents or relatives.Her pulse pounded. “What do you mean by, ‘who she was supposed to be’?”Alex exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Michelle, Chloe isn’t just some ordinary girl with a lost past. She wasn't just an adopted child, she came from a family so powerful and dangerous that most people don’t even say their name out loud.”Michelle’s grip on the photograph tightened. “That doesn’t make any sense. Chloe was adopted as a baby. She doesn’t even know who her real parents are.”Alex gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah? Well, someone sure as hell knows her.” He motioned toward the photo. “And they’ve been waiting for the right time to find her.”Michelle felt a lump form in her throat. “Who are they?”And why are they looking for her?Alex hesitated
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
Michelle barely spoke a word as they left the hospital, her mind still spinning from what Vivian had said. It was always meant for her? The weight of those words pressed heavily on her chest. Her entire life, she had been cast aside, treated as insignificant while Millie received all of their parents’ love and attention. And yet, all along, the inheritance—the very thing her parents had once claimed was Millie’s by right—had been hers. They had planned to transfer what was hers to Millie, leaving her with nothing, it hurt her more than she cared to admit.She clenched her fists in anger, her nails biting into her palms. Why had her mother kept this from her? Why had she allowed her to believe she was worth nothing while she schemed to hand over everything to Millie? The betrayal hurt her deeply, even if she had stopped expecting anything different from her mother long ago.Raymond watched her closely as they walked toward the car. “You’re too quiet, what are you thinking?” he asked, h
Michelle and Raymond rushed into the hospital, the sterile scent filling her lungs as they approached the reception desk. Michelle’s fingers clenched into fists, her heartbeat hammering in her chest. She wasn’t sure if it was anxiety over Vivian’s condition or the lingering bitterness she still carried toward her mother. The nurse at the desk recognized her immediately. “Ms. Davenport, your mother is in Room 312. She collapsed suddenly, but she’s stable for now.” Michelle barely nodded before heading in the direction the nurse indicated, Raymond following closely. The past few hours had already been overwhelming—Richard’s schemes, Eleanor’s manipulation, and now this. Her mother’s health had never been something she concerned herself with too much, mainly because Vivian had never truly been a mother to her. She had always favoured Millie. Reaching the hospital room, she hesitated at the door. It was strange standing here, knowing that if the situation were reversed, Vivian wouldn’t
The tension in the office was palpable as Michelle processed Charles’s words. Her inheritance was being contested, and Richard wasn’t the only one involved. But who else was pulling the strings? Was he working with Eleanor? Do they even know each other? She couldn't find answers to the question. Raymond remained beside her, his presence steady and unwavering. "We need to find out exactly how deep this goes," he said, his voice firm. "If Richard thinks he can take this from you, he’s severely underestimated who he’s dealing with." Michelle nodded, determination settling in. "I want to know everything. If someone is backing him, I need to know who." Felix, always prepared, stepped forward with his tablet. "I did some digging into Eleanor’s sudden involvement. And you’re not going to like what I found." Michelle's stomach twisted. "What is it?" Felix swiped across the screen, pulling up a series of old legal documents and confidential files. "Eleanor has known about your inheritance
Michelle’s fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the legal document, her mind struggling to process Damian’s words. "I don’t understand," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "How is this possible? I don’t recall any distant relatives who would leave me such a massive inheritance for me." Damian leaned against Raymond’s desk, his expression thoughtful. "That’s because this relative wasn’t directly in your life. But legally, they had ties to your family. The inheritance was sealed under a confidential clause. It was only unlocked now because of Richard’s recent moves. Raymond’s grip on Michelle’s hand tightened as he exchanged a glance with Damian. "Meaning someone wanted this hidden. And now that it’s surfaced, Richard is desperate to get his hands on it." Michelle exhaled sharply, forcing herself to stay composed. She had been manipulated before, but she refused to be a pawn again. "Who was this relative? And why was I chosen as the heir?" Felix handed her another
The night at the gala had barely ended, yet its repercussions were already unraveling. Raymond sat in his office the next morning, his fingers drumming rhythmically against his desk, his gaze cold as he waited. Felix stood nearby, his expression grim. “He’s here,” Felix announced. Raymond’s jaw tightened. “Send him in.” The door swung open, and Richard Smith strode inside with the same arrogant confidence he had displayed the previous night. He took a seat opposite Raymond without permission, stretching his arms and legs like he owned the place, his smirk firmly in place. “You certainly don’t waste time,” Richard mused, adjusting the cufflinks on his tailored suit. “I admire that.” Raymond’s eyes remained hard. “Cut to the chase.” Richard chuckled, leaning forward. “Fine. I’ll be direct. Michelle owns something I want—an estate that’s far more valuable than she realizes. If she signs it over to me, I’ll stop my... interference in Hawthorne Enterprises.”Richard wasn't actually i