The conference room of iNet Group towered with silent elegance, its wide glass walls framing the skyline like a painting. Three top board members sat at the long black table, waiting patiently but critically.Their presence filled the room with the kind of tension only powerful men could command.First was Mr. Raymond Eze, head of Finance, known for restructuring two crumbling banks into profitable ventures within a decade. Beside him was Mrs. Theresa Omodara, CEO of Terranet Media Holdings, and one of the most sought-after strategic investors in the country.Then at the far end sat Mr. Godwin Holland, the project manager in charge of new venture partnerships—sharp, stern, and with little tolerance for mediocrity.Zoe stood before them, her legs rooted to the polished floor, her hands gripping her tablet and a neatly organized file. She wore a deep blue corporate gown, with her hair perfectly pinned up. By the door stood her personal assistant, Doris Okeke, who gave her an encouraging

“Hey, I was just about to call you,” Jordan said with a soft smile as he picked up Jenna’s call. He was already packing up his desk, the files neatly stacked in a leather folder.The clock on the wall read 2:47 p.m. He’d been counting down to closing time because there was a place he needed to visit before going home.“I miss you,” Jenna said, her voice warm. “I just wanted to hear your voice. And… if you’re not too tired, maybe we could have dinner at my place tonight?”Jordan chuckled lightly. “You don’t even need to ask. I’ll be there.”“Good,” Jenna replied sweetly. “So you said you were about to call me. What was it?”Jordan leaned against his desk, letting out a long breath. “You won’t believe who walked into my conference room today, looking for a contract presentation.”“Who?” Jenna asked with curiosity.“Zoe,” he said calmly. “Zoe Bennett.”There was a pause on the line. “Your ex-wife?”Jordan nodded as if she could see him. “The same. She came to iNet Group today to pitch a

The sun blazed high over New York as Jordan parked in front of a small, modest apartment complex tucked away in one of the quieter streets.It was ten minutes past 1 p.m., and the street was unusually silent for such a busy part of the city. He checked the time again. This had to be quick—he only had an hour for lunch before he needed to return to work.Earlier that afternoon, he had managed to convince Michael Webb, the legal consultant whose business card he received the previous day, to share the location of the one man Jordan needed to see—Clark Hensley, the former Bennett family lawyer.It had taken some convincing, and a hint of desperation in Jordan’s voice, but Michael eventually gave in. “He won’t want to see you,” he warned. “But if he does open the door… just be careful.”Jordan hadn’t forgotten the threat from yesterday. The image of those tattooed men in the Hilux still haunted him. Their words echoed in his mind like an alarm clock that wouldn’t stop ringing: Leave New Y

Zoe drove like someone possessed. Her knuckles tightened around the steering wheel, thoughts racing as fast as her tires on the pavement. She had barely parked the car properly before jumping out and storming into the house.Everything felt unusually quiet. The living room was empty—no trace of movement, no butler, no maids, nothing.The silence was thick enough to suffocate. The TV wasn’t on, the air felt stale, and there was no sound from the kitchen either.“Hello?” she called out. No response.Her heels echoed as she walked briskly toward her mother’s room. She pushed the door open—no one. The bed was perfectly made, not a wrinkle out of place. She immediately reached into her purse and dialed her mother’s line.Switched off.Zoe froze.Fear gripped her spine. Something was off. Her eyes darted toward the window, where just minutes ago she had seen David’s car parked in front. Yet, he wasn’t anywhere in sight. Something nudged her—an uneasy pull toward her room.She turned and hur

Zoe’s eyes flinched as the morning sun filtered in through the long cream-coloured curtains. Her body shifted under the blanket, skin brushing against skin. A strange warmth beside her made her heart skip.She slowly turned her head and froze.A man was lying next to her. Shirtless. Peacefully asleep.She blinked twice, then three times, thinking it was a dream. She prayed it should be. But it wasn’t.Her breath quickened. She jolted upright, grabbing the blanket to her chest.“What is this? Who are you? What am I doing here?” she asked in a rushed, panicked tone as she started tapping the man roughly.The man sat up, blinking. “What do you mean? You don’t remember?”Zoe’s hands trembled as she held the blanket tighter around her. “Remember what?”The man sighed and rested his back on the headboard. “Last night… You drank too much. I offered you my room to rest. You literally dragged me into this. You kissed me, begged me not to leave you alone, and pulled me in yourself. I warned you