Leander stared at his phone, knowing Dorian’s request wasn’t going to be as simple as calling Yvonne. The line went silent after their last exchange, but the weight of the conversation lingered. His gut told him Dorian wouldn’t reach out unless there was something big involved—something more than just apologies and regrets. His phone buzzed again, and Leander glanced at the screen. Another message from Dorian, “I need to meet you. It’s important.”Leander sighed. With a reluctant shake of his head, he texted back, “Where?”Dorian’s reply was quick. “My place. 30 minutes.”---Thirty minutes later, Leander pulled up in front of Dorian’s penthouse, the skyline glittering in the background. He hated getting dragged into situations like this, but curiosity and the nagging feeling of unfinished business kept him moving forward. Dorian opened the door before Leander could knock, greeting him with an uneasy smile. “Come in. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”Leander stepped inside, the fami

Leander and Brianna sat side by side on the sofa, hands still intertwined, as they pieced together their plan. The air between them felt lighter now, not just because of the kiss but because they knew they had a path forward. Whatever Rex and Dorian were scheming, they wouldn’t go down without a fight.“We’ll need to time this perfectly,” Brianna said, her fingers gently tapping against Leander’s knuckles. “If we expose Rex and Dorian too early, they’ll wriggle out of it, and we’ll be the ones left in the fire.” Leander nodded, his mind sharpening with focus. “Yeah. We wait until they start their operation—whatever scam they’re running. That’s when we make our move. If we hit them mid-action, it’ll be harder for them to cover their tracks.” “And that’s when we go to the Sullivans,” Brianna added, her eyes narrowing in thought. “With enough evidence, they won’t be able to ignore us.” Leander tilted his head, considering the dangers. “What if Dorian figures out what we’re doing? O

The day arrived faster than Leander or Brianna had expected. Word reached them that Rex and Dorian were putting their plan into motion—a high-stakes financial scheme to siphon funds from the Sullivans through a series of fraudulent business deals. It was now or never. Leander and Brianna had already prepared their evidence, aligning everything perfectly to alert the Sullivans just as the scam unfolded. All that remained was to watch it collapse. Leander stood by the large windows in Brianna’s living room, phone in hand, as they waited for confirmation from the Sullivans’ security team. Brianna, sitting on the couch, looked calm but alert, her sharp mind processing every possible scenario. “Do you think they’ll try to run?” Brianna asked, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand. “They won’t have a choice,” Leander replied, checking the time. “Once the Sullivans confront them, flight will be their only option.” The room fell into silence for a few moments, the weight

Leander adjusted the lapels of his suit as he stepped out of the black SUV. The evening sky was awash with deep hues of blue and gold, casting a luxurious glow over the grand auction hall. The building was a testament to excess, with marble columns and chandeliers glittering above the crowd already streaming inside. It wasn’t just an auction—it was an event, one where the elite paraded their wealth like trophies. And tonight, Leander intended to leave a lasting impression. At his side, Brianna looked stunning, draped in an emerald silk gown that clung to her figure, making heads turn. She gave Leander a playful glance. “You sure you want to do this? This crowd isn’t exactly friendly to outsiders.” Leander smirked. “All the more reason to stir things up.” They stepped through the grand entrance, their presence immediately drawing a few whispers from nearby guests. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, mingling with the tension of high-stakes bidding. As they pass

Benjamin, Leander's friend, adjusted his jacket as he stepped into the lavish foyer of Opal Haven, one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants. The place gleamed with polished marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and the kind of quiet sophistication that made people speak in hushed tones. He felt a little out of place, but the diamond membership card in his pocket gave him confidence.He smiled politely at the receptionist, a young man in a crisp uniform. “Table for one. Reservation under Benjamin Hart.”The receptionist’s eyes scanned the list quickly, then stopped. His polite smile faded, replaced by subtle doubt. “Diamond membership?” he asked skeptically.“Yes,” Benjamin confirmed, holding out the glossy black-and-gold card. “Everything should be in order.”But just as the man was about to confirm it, a familiar voice broke through the air—sharp and condescending.“Well, well, well. If it isn’t little Benji.”Benjamin stiffened as Rex strolled in with a smirk, accompanied by two w