Denera walked briskly through the opulent hallways of the Rhodes mansion, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors. The grandiose decor—gilded mirrors, crystal chandeliers, and intricate tapestries—did little to ease her mind. She had just returned from visiting Sandra in the hospital, a calculated move to divert any suspicion from herself.As she turned the corner into the dining room, she froze, her breath catching in her throat. Rhys, her husband, was sitting at the head of the dining table, a cup of coffee in his hand. His presence at this hour was unexpected, almost unsettling.“Rhys, what are you doing home at this time?” she asked, her voice laced with genuine surprise.Rhys looked up, a weary smile playing on his lips. “I needed to rest, Denera. The whole gala attack has been quite exhausting.”Denera walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I understand. It’s been a stressful night for all of us. I’m just glad you’re safe.”Rhys nodded, taki
With a final glance out the window, she turned away, ready to continue the game. The night was still young, and there was much to be done. But one thing was certain—nothing would stand in her way.***Rhys watched Denera ascend the staircase, his thoughts heavy. He had always admired her ambition and determination, but recent events had shaken him. He remained seated at the dining table, sipping his coffee, waiting for her to return. When she reappeared, refreshed and composed, he motioned for her to join him again.“Denera,” he began, his tone serious. “I need to ask you something, and I want an honest answer.”She arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden intensity. “Of course, Rhys. What’s on your mind?”Rhys set his coffee cup down, leaning forward. “I know I already asked this, but did you have anything to do with the attack at the gala? I know how much you dislike Sandra and your drive to secure the Monument Project.”Denera's expression remained calm as she flashed a very in
And as they ascended the grand staircase, side by side, they knew that nothing would stand in their way. Not Ethan, not Sandra, not anyone. The Monument Project was within their grasp, and they would stop at nothing to claim it.***Paul’s bedroom was modest but cozy, a reflection of a working-class man’s simple yet functional lifestyle. The walls were painted a muted gray, adorned with a few framed photographs of scenic landscapes and a couple of certificates. A sturdy oak dresser stood against one wall, its surface cluttered with everyday items: a watch, keys, a wallet. The bed, a comfortable queen-size, was the centerpiece of the room, its headboard made of dark wood, matching the dresser. Paul lay in bed, the soft light from a bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. Rachel was beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, their naked bodies concealed under a thick, navy blue duvet. Her fingers traced soft patterns on his chest, lingering over the spots where he had
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city as Ethan pulled up to the Majestic Skies Building with Paul. Ethan stepped out of the car, his presence commanding and sophisticated. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored navy blue suit, the fabric finely woven and adorned with subtle pinstripes. His crisp white shirt contrasted sharply against his tanned skin, and a silk tie in a deep burgundy hue added a touch of elegance. Polished black leather shoes completed the ensemble, and a platinum watch glinted on his wrist, reflecting the morning light.As he walked towards the entrance, the doormen greeted him with respectful nods. Ethan's stride was purposeful, exuding confidence and determination. His mind was already racing with the day's agenda when he saw Rachel rushing out to meet him, her face etched with serious concern."Sir," Rachel called out, her voice tinged with urgency. "We have a problem."Ethan's brow furrowed as he approached her. "What’s wrong, Rachel?"Rachel took
This was his city, his empire, and he would defend it with everything he had.***Sandra stood at the hospital entrance, breathing in the crisp morning air. Her discharge papers were tucked neatly in her bag, a closure to her recent ordeal. She had spent the past few days recuperating, but now she felt a strong pull towards the Monument Project site. It was the project of the century, and she needed to see it with her own eyes, to remind herself of her purpose.Her driver opened the car door for her, and she slid into the back seat, her mind already racing with thoughts about the project. The drive to the site was a short one, but it gave her ample time to reflect on her journey. As the only female heir in the country, Sandra had faced countless obstacles. She had to work twice as hard to prove herself, to ensure that no one dared to treat her differently because of her gender. It had been a grueling journey, but standing as the chosen partner for this monumental project made it
There were battles to be fought, but Sandra was more than ready. She was a warrior, and she would emerge victorious.***Jason sat in his office, a sly grin spreading across his face as he stared intently at his laptop screen. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden hue over the sleek, modern furniture that filled the room. The office was decorated with tasteful art pieces and expensive gadgets.The numbers on the screen flickered constantly, displaying the stock market's fluctuations. Jason's grin widened as he watched the plummet of one particular subsidiary of Ethan's conglomerate. The red downward arrows and the steep decline in the stock's value were all the confirmation he needed that his plan was working perfectly.Reveling in the moment, Jason reached for his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before a voice on the other end answered."Yes, Mr. Jason?""Well done," Jason said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I see that the op
Ethan sat in his office at Majestic Skies, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city. The skyline was breathtaking as usual, but Ethan’s mind was far from the beauty before him. He was lost in thought, strategizing a comeback from the relentless attack on one of his subsidiary companies. The stock had plummeted overnight, sending shockwaves through his entire organization. He needed a plan, and he needed it fast.His desk was cluttered with reports and financial statements, each one detailing the catastrophic losses his company had endured. Ethan rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. He knew that this attack wasn’t just a random act of corporate sabotage. There was someone behind it, someone with a vendetta. And he had a pretty good idea who it was.His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. The caller ID read “Old Man.” Ethan sighed, knowing exactly what this call was going to be abou
Jason was escalating things, pushing him to the brink. But Ethan wouldn’t be intimidated. He couldn’t afford to be.He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He needed to stay focused, to think clearly. The battle had just begun, and he was determined to come out on top. No matter what it took.***Rachel sat at her desk in the Majestic Skies Building, typing away furiously at her computer. The hallway outside Ethan's office was relatively quiet, the usual hustle and bustle subdued as the employees went about their daily tasks. Every single person was doing what they could to help with their subsidiary company being under corporate attack.She glanced at the clock and noted that it was almost noon. Ethan was busy in his office, buried in work as always. As she looked back down at her computer screen, a movement caught her eye. Rachel raised her head just in time to see Mr. McDave standing in the hallway, talking to someone in hushed tones. The man he was speaking with w