The morning sun made out seemings of long shadows over the city as Rebecca Knowles strode confidently into the towering building that housed Jameson Enterprises. Her heels arrogantly clicked with purpose against the marble floors as she made her way through the grand lobby that led to Myles' office. The receptionist greeted her with a hesitant smile, she was quite unsure of whether or not to announce her sudden arrival."Mr. Jameson is expecting me," Rebecca said to her. Her tone was dismissive and firm. She didn’t wait for a response and proceeded toward the elevators as if she owned the place. The receptionist stood there, perplexed and not knowing what to do. The ride to the top floor was slow, it gave Rebecca enough time to rehearse out her plan over and over in her head. Myles Jameson might think that Ashton had won when he had wrested control of the company from her and all was forgotten, but today, he would learn just how mistaken he was. She had no intention of letting anyone

Ashton was still in edge. He took a deep breath as he walked up the marble steps to Thomas Gomez’s office. It had been quite a long while since he’d seen his friend, and though he wasn’t one to seek help often, today was entirely different. He needed advice—he badly needed a clear perspective, and if anyone could help him think straight, it was Thomas.No one else at the moment could do that for him if not Thomas Gomez. The receptionist smiled as Ashton entered and Ashton returned the smile back. “Mr. Pearce, good to see you,” she said and then she proceeded to buzz him through without hesitation. His presence always seemed to bring a certain level of respect, though Ashton hardly noticed it these days. He had bigger things on his mind.Thomas’s office door was slightly ajar, and Ashton knocked lightly before he gently pushed it open and let himself in. "Ashton!" Thomas’s face lit up with a wide grin as he stood up from behind his desk, he extended his hand to him for a handshake.

Ashton stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, he carefully adjusted the collar of his crisp, white shirt. His hands trembled slightly, it was a mixture of nerves and anticipation as they surged through him. Tonight was the night. He had waited long enough, and it was time to take the next step with Elizabeth. He had it coming for a long time, you know. Thomas’s words from earlier that day echoed in his mind."Rebecca’s not going to do anything to you, mate. She’s lost her leverage. It’s time to focus on your future." Thomas had said to him while they had lunch. For so long, Ashton had let the specter of Rebecca’s presence weigh on his mind. Her manipulations, her attempts to undermine him and to seek, this incomprehensible revenge which she sought for all her life and part of his, a revenge which was supposed to be the reverse case as he was the one who was ruined by her after their divorce— all of it had kept him cautious, it made him to always look over his shou

Ashton Pearce slumped back on the couch in his sparsely furnished apartment, his head spinned from the chaos that had only that evening just erupted in the past few hours. The room was dark, it was lit only by the flash of his phone, which on its own part buzzed incessantly on the coffee table. He glared at it, he was honestly tempted to throw it against the wall. His heart pounded in frustration, anger, and disbelief.How could these allegations that were false by the way, be flying so quickly? He wondered. The news was everywhere. His engagement to Elizabeth Cooper, which by the way, should have been the happiest moment of his life, but now, now if had turned into a media frenzy, fueled by rumors he frankly didn't know what they were all about. He knew who was doing this though and it was infuriating. Now, his name was plastered on every gossip blog, every tabloid, and every social media platform. And what was the story? That he was a liar, a manipulator, and worst of all—that he

Rebecca strode confidently out of her penthouse the next morning, she was dressed in a sharp, navy-blue business suit that radiated power and gave off what she described to be sexiness with a touch of sass. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she made her way to the sleek black car where Myles was already waiting for her. This day wasn’t just another day—it was the day she would confront the federal authorities and reclaim her empire, Knowles Corps.Or so she thought....She sleekly slid into the car beside Myles, she barely spared him a glance as she reviewed the documents they were about to present. Her mind was entirely focused on getting her company back. After all, she had done her part—she had managed to paint Ashton Pearce as a villain on national television. It was only a matter of time before the public and, more importantly, the federal government, would see her as the wronged party and undo the unjust seizure of her company. That was part of her plan an