Lucas stepped out of his office with the words on letter still echoing in his mind. He didn’t waste time as he quickly walked out of his office, his car keys jingled in his hand as he pushed through the glass doors of the building and headed straight to the parking lot. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the engine, and he pulled out onto the road, the city blurred past him, yet his mind was fixed on Hector, as he imagined what would be his reaction when he saw him.“So this is how he wants to play it,” Lucas thought, gripping the wheel tighter. “A fine so large it could cripple my company. He must think I’ll panic, that I’ll fold under pressure. He probably imagines me begging for mercy, crawling into his office with excuses. But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know what I’ve survived.”The traffic lights flicked from red to green, and Lucas pressed forward. “I walked through flames, Hector. Do you really think a piece of paper will scare me?”He pictured Hector’s face when

Lucas returned home late that night, his mind still heavy with the events of the boardroom. The echo of Hector’s anger lingered in his ears, but what troubled him more was the audit report he had carried back with him. He placed it on his desk, loosened his tie, and sat down with a sigh. The house was quiet, only the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the refrigerator, and the rustle of paper as he opened the file could be heard. He began to study the numbers carefully. Page after page, he traced the flow of money in and out of the company. At first glance, it looked ordinary, payments, expenses, contracts, shipments. But the deeper he went, the stranger it became. Huge sums of money appeared, billions of dollars moving through accounts that didn’t match the scale of a logistics company. The figures didn’t add up. The profits were far too large, the expenses too vague, and the destinations of the funds unclear. Lucas frowned, tapping his pen against the desk. He wrote notes i

The next morning, Freya stood by the window, arms crossed. She didn’t even look at him. “Freya,” Lucas called quietly, “please… just listen.” She turned her head away. “I have nothing to say to you.” He stepped closer. “I know I’ve made mistakes. But I…” She cut him off coldly. “Leave!” Lucas sighed and stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Fine.” He mumbled, took his coat and he left the house. To her, it looked like retreat, but in truth, his departure carried a hidden purpose. The confrontation with Hector the previous day had not been about pride or dominance, it had been a calculated move. Beneath the surface of their heated exchange, he had succeeded in planting a tracker chip on Hector, buried in the folds of his jacket. That night, the device had already begun to pay off. Through the encrypted receiver, he overheard Hector’s voice, speaking of a new shipment. The words were clipped, but enough to confirm what he suspected, something big was moving throu

FlashbackFreya’s hands trembled as she chopped the vegetables, her mind replaying every harsh word she had thrown at Lucas earlier. The anger boiled inside her chest, making her movements sharp and careless, and the knife slipped, slicing into her palm. “Damn it!” she shouted, the pain mixing with her fury. She flung the knife across the counter, the clang echoing through the kitchen. The turned off the gas, abandoning the half‑prepared food, the smell of onions and oil hanging heavy in the air. She pressed her hand against a towel, but the sting only reminded her of how unsettled she felt. Unable to stay in the kitchen any longer, she stormed into the living room, her footsteps heavy against the tiled floor. She collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard, her thoughts tangled between anger and exhaustion. Just then, her phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table. The ringtone cut through the silence, startling her. She glanced at the screen, expecting maybe Lucas or a friend, but f

Dianne turned sharply to the President, her eyes gleaming coldly. “Lucas is in love with Freya,” she said, “She is his only weakness. Use her. Call him. Threaten him with her life, and he will bring the evidence. Afterwards… we kill him.” The words hung heavy in the air, cruel and deliberate, and Freya’s heart immediately stopped. Her breath caught in her throat, and before she could hold it back, a scream tore from her lips. “No!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Don’t you dare!” Tears streamed down her face, hot and uncontrollable. She shook her head violently, her body trembling with fear and rage. “If anything happens to Lucas,” she sobbed, “I swear I’ll kill myself! Do you hear me? My blood will be on your hands, Mother!” She threatened but Dianne only stared at her daughter, unmoved. “You think I’ll be shaken by your threats?” Dianne asked coldly, her tone dripping with disdain. “You’ve always been dramatic, Freya. Always choosing Lucas over me. Even now, you prove it