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Lila stood by the window of her hotel suite, wrapped in a silk robe, staring down at the traffic crawling through the city like ants. The room was expensive, but hollow. Like a stage set waiting for a performance that never quite began.She had played her hand.And it hadn’t landed the way she wanted.Van hadn’t come crawling. He hadn’t begged. He hadn’t even flinched.Instead, he’d looked at her with cold, unflinching disgust. And worse— he hadn’t told Ivy. Not immediately, at least. Which meant Ivy had the power now. Not her.Still, Lila had time.She had the letter.The one Greaves had given her under the table, slid across the polished mahogany like some sacred relic. A single page written in Van’s father’s hand. Not an admission, not quite— but a whisper of something long buried. A name. A reference. A transaction that shouldn’t exist.She kept it hidden in the lining of her purse.She’d read it so many times she could recite the words backwards.She wasn’t even sure why she hadn

Last Updated : 2025-06-18

291. What Next?

Lila didn’t move.The envelope lay heavy in her lap, as if it knew what it carried. Not just a piece of paper. Not just numbers and names. But leverage. Poison. A truth twisted hard enough to become a weapon.She should have mailed it already.That had been the plan.Print the letter, slip it into an untraceable manila envelope, send it to a journalist with a grudge and a grinning appetite for scandal. She’d even printed two extra copies, just in case. One was in her purse. The other two were hidden— one behind the lining of her suitcase, the other taped under a drawer in the hotel room desk.Just in case.Lila always made backups.Always.But now, sitting at the edge of twilight, she didn’t feel powerful.She felt… still.And stillness had never been her friend.She took the envelope and walked.Not far. Just around the block. Letting the city buzz against her skin like static. Faces passed her— couples, businessmen, students in headphones, a woman crying quietly on a call. Everyone

Last Updated : 2025-06-20

292. A Ghost

Chapter Forty-Six: The Silent OneThey started with the name that wasn’t there.Not a signature.Not a clue.Just “She would understand.”The phrasing alone haunted Van.“She.” Singular. Intimate. Not a business associate. Not a lawyer. Someone his father had trusted deeply. Someone who’d made decisions in silence.Someone still alive?Ivy paced slowly across the room, her fingers hovering above the report Brandt had sent. “What if it wasn’t your mother?”Van turned from the window. “Who else would he have written about like that?”“I don’t know,” Ivy admitted. “But if we only chase her, we might miss someone else. Someone who never made it into the spotlight.”He nodded.They went back to the beginning.Back to the files Van had stored away after inheriting the company. Most of them were digital. Board meetings. Company audits. Private family correspondence— most of it dry and formal. But somewhere in that sea of polished language, something had to crack.By the afternoon, Ivy found

Last Updated : 2025-06-21

293. Isadora

Van stared at Madeleine Knox —if that was even still her name— and felt the room tilt slightly beneath him.All this time.All the rumors, the buried accounts, the cryptic phrases in sealed letters… they had all led here.To a woman he’d never met.A sister his father never named.A ghost with the power to upend everything.Ivy was the first to break the silence. “What’s her name?”Madeleine hesitated only a moment. Then: “Isadora.”“Isadora Everest?” Van asked, tasting the surname like it might burn.“She never used it,” Madeleine said. “Not publicly. But yes. Your father’s half-sister. Born from a brief affair when he was still a teenager. The family covered it up. Sent the girl and her mother away. When she came of age, she came looking for him.”“And he didn’t acknowledge her,” Ivy guessed.“He did. Quietly. Financially. But he refused to give her power. Your father thought he could buy her silence.”“But she wanted a seat at the table,” Van said darkly.“She wanted the entire tab

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

294. The Press Release

The glass of red wine on the table hadn’t been touched.Isadora Creed— Everest by blood, never by name— sat in the high backed velvet chair in her townhouse library, staring at the television across the room. Her fingers were perfectly still on the armrest. The remote laid next to her, untouched.On the screen, a polished anchor recited the breaking news:> “...Everest Industries released a surprise statement this morning confirming the discovery of a long buried familial connection. While no names were disclosed, insiders suggest the company is working to quietly reconcile the matter behind closed doors. CEO Van Everest, son of the late CEO and owner of the empire, issued a personal note to shareholders calling the moment one of ‘clarity, not scandal’...”

Last Updated : 2025-06-23

295. Her Terms

The city was unusually quiet that morning.There were no sirens. No honking.Just a pale, winter-blue sky stretching wide above the skyline, as if even the weather had paused to hold its breath.Van adjusted the cuffs of his charcoal suit, gaze fixed on the email that had arrived just after dawn.> Tomorrow. 10 AM. East Garden Room, Delacroix Conservatory. No press. No aides. Come alone.

Last Updated : 2025-06-24

296. The Missing Chapter

The television was already on when Lila stepped into her hotel room.Muted.But she didn’t need sound.She saw the image: Van Everest, seated beside a sharp featured woman with white hair and an unreadable expression. The lower third banner read:>EVEREST FAMILY LEGACY: THE MISSING CHAPTER.

Last Updated : 2025-06-25

297. The One Who Disappeared

The calls started early.By 7:15 a.m., Van’s office line had rung sixteen times. Investors. Journalists. A senator’s aide asking if there would be “further revelations.” A European board member requesting an emergency meeting.By 7:30, the twins were still asleep.By 7:45, Ivy was brewing coffee with a strange, floating calm. She hadn’t said much that morning. She didn’t need to.Van could feel it in her presence —sharp, watchful, protective.She handed him his mug without a word, then leaned against the counter.“You ready?” she asked finally.“No,” he said honestly. “But we’re here anyway.”She nodded.That was all there was to say.At the Everest headquarters, the atmosphere buzzed like a beehive with a crack in the wall. People whispered more than they spoke. Some nodded at Van when he passed. Others looked away too quickly.No one said Isadora’s name out loud.But everyone was thinking it. That much was obvious. He stepped into his glass-walled office just as Brandt arrived, sui

Last Updated : 2025-06-25

298. The Blue Book

Zürich was cold that morning.Not the kind of cold that bit at your skin, but the kind that whispered behind your ears and made your thoughts feel slower, heavier. Brandt stepped out of the black car and into the narrow side street where Alaris Holdings had once maintained a registered office.Now it was a café.Warm light spilled out from the windows. A few locals sat at small tables sipping dark coffee, glancing at their phones. There was no trace of the corporate ghost that had operated here for nearly a decade before folding overnight.But Brandt wasn’t looking for signs of life.He was looking for the residue of power.He crossed the street, nodded politely to the barista inside, and walked straight through the café’s rear door. A hallway led to a stairwell. Second floor. Two unmarked offices. He picked the one on the right.Inside: dust, silence, and a single broken cabinet against the far wall.He knelt down, pried the drawer open, and found exactly what he expected.Nothing.N

Last Updated : 2025-06-25

299. Welcome Home

His father's mansion had barely changed since Van's childhood. Being there always filled him with feelings of nostalgia, and Van wasn't sure if he liked it or not. The high-backed walnut chairs were still the same. The oil portraits watching from the walls. The long table, scarred in places where silverware had tapped too hard during tense conversations... all the same. Tonight, it felt more like a courtroom than a family gathering.Van stood at the head, hands resting lightly on the chair in front of him.To his right sat his mother, Sheryl Everest, spine straight, pearls immaculate, face unreadable.Beside her, his older sister Macy, in one of her signature blazers, fingers laced tightly in her lap. Composed, cautious.At the far end, Andrew, the eldest— calm, relaxed— as always, leaning back like he was already bracing himself for whatever Van was about to say.Ivy sat next to Macy, with the family butler, Fred, standing by Van's side— even though he had protested severely for hi

Last Updated : 2025-06-25

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