“Yes,” she answered instantly, almost too quickly. Finn’s eyebrows lifted. “Even if it destroyed you?” Dianna swallowed. “Marriage isn’t only about staying when things are perfect.” “It also isn’t about dragging your wife into hell with you,” Finn countered softly. Dianna drew a slow breath. “Daddy… I love Jackson. And he loves me. He has stood by me through everything… my worst moments, my fears, my insecurities. How can I walk away now, just because things are difficult?” Finn shook his head as if her words wounded him. “Difficult? Dianna… this is not difficult. This is catastrophic. You think this ends with some gossip blogs or reporters outside your gate? Do you know what the Miltons are involved in? Do you know what enemies they’ve created?” His voice lowered. “People will use you and target you, hurt you, to get to that name.” “I am not scared,” Dianna said, though her voice trembled. “Well I am!” Finn burst. “I am terrified, Dianna! Every morning, I wake up thin

Finn’s pulse quickened, the fireplace crackled louder, as if reacting to the shift in the room’s temperature. “I will begin with the surface-level findings,” Cole said. “The scandal surrounding Jackson Milton is deeper than the public headlines. The casino issue is not merely a financial failure or a PR problem. It was triggered.” Finn’s brows knotted. “Triggered? By whom?” Cole flipped a page, revealing a document Finn couldn’t read from his seat. “Someone wanted the Milton name dragged.” Cole continued, “This was not the result of mismanagement or Jackson’s negligence alone. Someone engineered the chaos.” Finn leaned forward slightly. “You’re certain?” Cole’s gaze was unwavering. “I do not deal in uncertainty.” Finn swallowed. “I asked you here tonight because… Dianna refused to leave him. She told me she would not abandon her husband due to the crisis. She believes in him. She believes this will pass.” Cole’s silence held an unspoken weight. Finn’s voice thinned, “B

The doorbell chimed… politely. Mr. Harris, the long-serving butler, paused at the foot of the grand staircase and adjusted his coat before moving to the door. With a gentle pull, the heavy door opened. “Good morning, Ms. Dianna,” he said with his usual graceful bow. His gaze softened at the sight of the baby in her arms. “And young Master Leo.” Dianna smiled faintly. “Good morning, Mr. Harris. Is my father awake?” “Yes, ma’am. He’s in the study.” The butler stepped aside. “Please come in.” Mr. Harris took the diaper bag from her shoulder. “I’ll take this to the guest room, ma’am. Shall I inform your father you’re here?” “No,” Dianna replied softly. “I… want to surprise him.” Leo babbled in her arms as if approving the decision. Finn sat in his study, staring at a photo frame, his late wife holding baby Dianna, both smiling as if the world owed them nothing but joy. He touched the frame gently, his voice barely a whisper. “My love… I hope I’m doing this right.” A

Christopher leaned back. “Harry, you’re one of the most stubborn men I’ve ever known. You built a name that shook industries. For you to call me after years of silence… I knew things were bad. But when I landed and saw the headlines up close…” He paused, studying Harry’s face. “I realized it’s far worse.” Harry’s silence confirmed it. Christopher set his glass down. “Before we talk business, tell me the truth as your old friend—not as a corporate leader. How bad is it?” Harry looked up, eyes tired but still fierce. “The dynasty is collapsing… from the inside out.” Christopher nodded once, encouraging him to continue. Harry exhaled deeply. “The media storm, investors pulling out, the market diving, the Kahuna contract failure… It's a chain reaction. Every hour we bleed. Every rumor costs us millions. The board is losing faith, the brand is losing credibility, and the vultures are circling.” Christopher listened without interrupting. Harry added quietly, “And the wor

Princewill got a tip about some top hackers in DIB and he found out Nathaniel Brown, a long time friend, actually works in DIB so he decided to set up a meeting with him instead of tracing Florence. Prince told Steven about this recent change so they decided to wait for a few days before taking the Bureau down, they needed an insider they could trust and since Princewill feels he could convince Nathaniel to do his bidding Steven allowed it. The evening air in the city was still, holding that familiar hum of life, cars moving lazily down the main street, a few pedestrians crossing under the soft orange glow of street lamps. Inside Greywood Lounge, a private bar tucked between two tall buildings, the atmosphere was quiet, the jazz music playing low, the faint clinking of glass echoing from the counter. Princewill sat in a secluded booth near the back, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. He had already ordered two glasses of whisky, one for himself, the other for Nath