Malik’s neck pain was the first thing he felt when he woke up on the chair. He groaned, shifting on the living room couch where he’d finally succumbed to exhaustion. Pale morning light filtered through the windows, sending dust motes dancing in the silent, empty room. Sarah had never woken him.The memory of the previous night, of the news broadcast and Sarah's cold dismissal crashed back into him with the force of a physical blow. “She signed it.” The truth was a cold stone in his gut. He pushed himself up, his body protesting, and made his way to the restroom, splashing cold water on his face. In the restroom, what he saw was a tired man in the mirror, shadows under his eyes, but his gaze was steady and resolved, determined not to give up yet until Sarah finds out the truth. “Time for patience is over.” He exclaimed.Malik walks up to the dining room where he finds Sarah in a portrait of elegant isolation. A woman in a black suit with her hair up, Sarah was using her tablet with

Michelle’s fists clenched tight, the veins along his knuckles bulging as he stormed out of the cafe. The slam of the door echoed down the street like a gunshot, drawing startled glances from passersby. He hardly noticed. His chest rose and fell with sharp, ragged breaths as the weight of fury pressed against his ribs.“How could she… That damned fool just shattered everything!” he muttered under his breath, his voice jagged with disbelief. He shoved a hand through his hair, his usually sleek composure fraying at the edges. Chloe’s refusal wasn’t just a minor setback, it was a dangerous crack in the wall he had built so carefully. She knew too much. She had leverage and leverage in the wrong hands could turn into ruin.Still, beneath the rush of anger, something colder anchored him. Michelle Dwelt was no stranger to betrayal or defiance. He had built an empire on outmaneuvering obstacles and silencing threats. Chloe would not be the exception. She thought she could walk away? She thou

The room felt smaller when Malik entered. Though simply dressed, his presence had a quiet intensity that unsettled Michelle. Sarah, caught between the two men, felt her chest tighten as if the air itself had thickened.Malik paid no attention to Michelle’s sneering tone. His eyes, steady and unreadable, turned only to Sarah.“I came to eat,” he said politely, his voice calm yet tinged with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “But it’s a good thing I found you here. I was pained that you wouldn’t join me, but now…… Now I’m glad I found you.” His lips curved faintly, almost tenderly. Sarah felt warmth creep up her cheeks with a blush. She hated that it betrayed her in front of Michelle. Quickly, she straightened her back, trying to appear composed. She wasn’t sure how to respond, his sincerity catching her completely off guard. Why is he saying this here, in front of him? And in the thousands of high classes watching.Michelle, noticing the flicker of red on her face, chuckled mocking

Malik stepped out of Skyverse that evening into the cool night air, the sharp chill from the air bliss was a clear change from the stormy scene inside the restaurant. With his hands loosely in his pockets, he walked while Sarah’s words echoed again and again in his mind.“When you have the money, then you can take me out.”He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. For all the patience he carried and all the quiet strength he had shown, Sarah’s words cut deeper than Michelle’s arrogance ever could.He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. When the call connected, his voice was calm and quiet. “Prepare the documents. I want them ready before morning.”The voice on the other end gave a quick acknowledgement before the call ended. Malik lowered the phone and slid it back into his pocket. Just as he turned the corner, lost in thought, he collided gently with a woman walking briskly in the opposite direction.“Oh, I’m sorry,” Malik said quickly, ste

Michelle sat with confidence in his luxury office that screams nothing but power, the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the office. Everything about the room screamed order and control.He leaned back slightly, tapping the edge of the paper with his pen. His busy schedule was interrupted with a sudden knock. “Who is there?” He asked.A familiar voice responded, just as expected and Michelle gave permission to enter. Janet stepped inside, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She walked with confidence and poise, her head held high exuding an air of self-assurance.Michelle glanced up from his papers with a calm and unreliable expression. Then, slowly, a sly curve tugged at the corner of his lips.“How did it go?” He asked.Janet closed the door behind her and moved to the chair opposite him. She sat gracefully, crossing one leg over the other, her skirt falling perfectly in place. Her eyes gleamed as she leaned back, enjoying the moment of reporting victory.“It went exac