Inside the back seat of a custom black Mercedes Maybach 4MATIC, Nolan Rhys sat, dressed in a sleek tailored suit, with his face half-hidden beneath dark sunglasses. The city skyline blurred behind the tinted bulletproof glass as the car cruised down the highway toward Rhys Tech Global headquarters. The luxury ride purred with a whisper, while the man inside prepared himself for the evening’s grand affair—The Rhys Tech Ascendancy Gala. The gala was less about innovation, but more about image—a glittering spectacle celebrating the company’s meteoric rise, attended by dignitaries, celebrities, and the elite of high society. Hosted under Evelyn’s dazzling banner, it was the kind of event where champagne flowed, cameras flashed, and quiet power plays unfolded behind velvet smiles. And though Nolan had overseen much of the groundwork that made the night possible, he was not its star. His wife was. Meanwhile back in the vehicle, his phone rang—it was a direct encrypted line. The calle

“Nolan!” Evelyn shouted as her eyes widened in horror. She rushed forward, pushing Nolan away from the Zahir Malikyan who was now crouching down, with one hand pressed tightly to his jaw. “What did you just do?” she demanded, her voice was shaking. Nolan’s chest heaved as he looked at her, still burning with fury. He didn’t answer her at first. “How dare he disrespect me like that?” Nolan said, his voice was low and cold, but filled with pride. Evelyn turned and looked at Zahir Malikyan, who was still on one knee, wincing from the slap. A storm of emotions flooded her eyes—anger, fear, shame. Nolan stood there, silent now, watching everything like a man suddenly waking up from a dark dream. Reality began to sink in. What have I done? The voice of reason whispered in his head. This man was not just anyone. He was powerful, respected, feared. Hitting him could bring serious trouble. "I should’ve stayed calm…" Nolan thought for a moment. "I should’ve handled it differently.

Just then, Nolan stepped into La Bella Noire.He paused for a moment at the entrance, scanning the elegant rooftop like a man on a mission. His sharp brown eyes moved from table to table, slowly… carefully… as if searching for someone important.He was searching for his wife.At the far end, Hilda spotted him first.She smirked and whispered under her breath, “Well, well... the average Joe is here.”The other women turned quickly.Even Evelyn.And for the first time in her life… she felt ashamed of him.She wished she didn’t know him. She wished he would turn around and disappear.But he didn’t.Nolan’s eyes found her.And almost immediately, his face lit up with a soft smile.Without hesitation, he started walking toward their table.“Oh, the average Joe is coming,” Freda said mockingly, lifting her glass. “Everyone be on your guard.”The women laughed quietly—but then, like a strange magic passed over them, they all adjusted their posture.Their backs straightened.Their faces tigh

Meanwhile, as the four women stepped out of the restaurant, the night air was crisp and refreshing, a sharp contrast to the tension they'd just left behind. Hilda led the way, her heels clicking on the pavement as she confidently walked towards her Bugatti La Voiture Noire, the deep, glossy black surface of the car reflecting the streetlights in a way that made it look almost like it was glowing. It was a masterpiece of design—sleek, fast, and utterly commanding. The car itself seemed like a metaphor for the woman behind the wheel: powerful, elegant, and unstoppable. The doors opened, and the ladies slipped inside, settling into the luxurious leather seats. The interior was just as exquisite as the exterior, with every detail perfectly crafted for comfort and style. The soft hum of the engine as Hilda started the car only added to the sense of grandeur that filled the space. Freda, unable to hold back her amusement, turned to Evelyn, the laughter was still dancing in her eyes

Three Days Later... The courtroom was cold and quiet, filled with a strange tension. Nolan sat beside his lawyer, Barrister Keme, his hands were clenched tightly on his lap. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, and his eyes were dark from sleepless nights. Across the courtroom, Evelyn sat beside Zahir Malikyan. She was dressed like a widow in mourning—wearing a black linen cloth over her head, and large dark shades covering her eyes. Her face was calm, like she had already moved on. Like she had buried the past and didn’t plan to ever dig it up again. Nolan’s chest burned with anger and heartbreak. He tried not to look at her, but his eyes kept going back. He remembered how hard he had fought for her—for Rhys Tech Global. He remembered working day and night, risking everything, cutting off friends just to build the company from scratch. Just to make sure her dreams and majorly that of her father's didn’t die. And now she was here, fighting to take it all away from him.