The moment Tiana stepped into the Adesins Corporation headquarters, an uneasy silence fell across the massive glass lobby. It was like the air had suddenly thickened, and every footstep she took echoed louder than normal. Eyes turned towards her immediately, wide with surprise and curiosity. Some whispered, others simply gawked, confused, intrigued."Is that who I think it is?""That's Tiana, right? The ex-wife of Mr. Adesina?""What's she doing here again? Didn't they part ways years ago?""Why is she back now? She looks troubled."Murmurs swept through the air like soft wind brushing past dry leaves. Tiana could feel it all; their questions, their doubts, their silent judgments, but she didn't flinch. She didn't even blink. Her face was composed, but her heart pounded beneath her fitted blouse like a drum in a battlefield. There was a fire in her eyes, a determination that refused to be swallowed by fear or second guesses.Tiana ignored their penetrating eyes, heading towards J

"You need to take it easy, Jalen, please," Sonia said, her voice soft but urgent as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She cast a quick glance at him from the corner of her eye. He hadn't said a word since they left Arturo's office. His jaw was clenched, hands balled into fists resting on his lap, his entire body taut with silent rage.What Sonia didn’t say aloud was that she could feel the fire burning beneath Jalen's skin. She could hear the furious rhythm of his heart, and she knew him enough to understand that this kind of silence wasn't peace, it was the calm before a storm.Three days ago, Jalen had been lying half-dead in a hospital bed, having survived a brutal assassination attempt. The substance injected into his neck had been a rare, fast-acting paralytic compound known to cause cardiac arrest within minutes. It was a silent killer;no scent, no colour, no trace after an hour. If not for the swift intervention of Sonia who walked in at the right time and noticed

Four days had passed since that tragic day, since that twisted wreckage of steel and blood had been discovered by the roadside. A man, just driving through the lonely curve after work, had been the first to notice it. He hadn’t planned to stop, but something about the glint of shattered glass scattered on the roadside, the strange streaks of tyre marks etched into the dry ground, told him something was wrong. He slowed down, parked at a safe distance, and walked towards the edge of the road. There it was; an overturned car, completely mangled. Its front was crushed like an empty can, the windshield was all in bits, and smoke still lingered faintly in the air.He cautiously climbed down towards the wreck, stepping over broken twigs and dragging his feet through patches of disturbed earth. Looking inside, he saw her. A young woman. Her head tilted to one side. Her entire body soaked in blood. Her pulse, he checked, was absent. She was cold. Lifeless. Her face, although bruised an

The weight of uncertainty had begun to suffocate the once-vibrant pulse of Adesins Corporation. It had been over a week since the unannounced disappearance of their CEO, Jalen Adesina, and every corner of the company was feeling the ripple effects. Meetings were now shorter, conversations more cautious, and whispers about the company's future filled the hallways like cold wind in a dry season. The corporate floors, once buzzing with confident energy and ambitious projects, now carried an eerie stillness that made even the most seasoned employees walk with hesitant steps.In his office, Malik Freeman sat hunched behind his desk, his tie loosened and his eyes sunken with exhaustion. Empty coffee cups littered his workspace alongside stacks of urgent reports that seemed to multiply by the hour. He had tried everything within his power to hold things together. As one of the company's most senior directors, he had taken it upon himself to keep operations afloat, working eighteen-hour

Arturo sat at the back of his car, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular, yet his mind raced violently like a storm behind his forehead. The calm of the vehicle contrasted deeply with the chaos bubbling inside him. He gritted his teeth, replaying every word Malik and George said to him in that boardroom. His fists clenched on his lap."How dare they?" he muttered under his breath. "How dare they speak to me like that? Me, Arturo Fernando?"His blood boiled beneath his skin, filling his entire body with rage.From the rearview mirror, the driver watched him carefully. There was tension in the air, he could feel it. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure if it was the right time to ask anything. He held the steering wheel tightly instead, adjusting his posture and quietly waiting for a directive.Arturo scoffed and let out a low chuckle, bitter and tight. “They have no idea what I’m capable of. Perhaps, it’s time some people are reminded.” His voice dropped into a whispe