Kaelen sat at the café table, staring at the stack of papers in front of him. He had been ready for this. After all, he had been anticipating Riley’s attempts to cause trouble ever since the divorce. He knew she had no real knowledge of his company, Novax, and he was confident that any claims she and her lawyer made would fall apart under scrutiny.At first glance, the documents looked simple. The lawsuit was straightforward: Riley and her lawyer claimed that he had falsely declared his assets, that he had denied her access to the company despite her financial involvement at the beginning, and that he was somehow obstructing her supposed rights. Kaelen had already prepared his mind to debunk each point calmly, ready to expose the falseness of their allegations.He flipped through the first pages, his eyes scanning the lines of text with a measured calm. “This is going to be easy,” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself. “None of this makes sense.”But as he went further into

Chapter 54Arianna’s heels clicked sharply against the pavement as she left the office building. The evening air was crisp, and the city lights reflected off the glass towers, painting the streets with streaks of neon. Ever since she had started working at Daxter Incorporated, her life had been a whirlwind. The new role was demanding, competitive, and prestigious, and every day presented challenges she had never faced before.She adjusted the strap of her bag and exhaled slowly. Despite her qualifications and the hard work she had put in, she still felt the need to prove herself constantly. There was a subtle pressure surrounding her. People might whisper, even quietly, that she had used connections to secure the position. A part of that was true, but she had also earned it on her own merit. She had trained, prepared, and outperformed expectations to reach this point. Yet, the need to prove herself never faded.Descending the steps toward the underground subway, she entered t

CHAPTER 56Riley did not like the silence.Ever since the meeting at the café, she had expected Kaelen to react.After all, Darren and the lawyer had been very confident about it. They had told her again and again that Kaelen would panic, that he would call, threaten, beg, or try to negotiate. They had said he would try to settle out of court because that was what powerful men always did when cornered.But days had passed.And Kaelen had done nothing.There was no calls, no request for a meeting... No sudden visited at her door even.The absence bothered Riley more than his shouting ever could. It sat in her chest like an unanswered question, heavy and uncomfortable. She checked her phone more times than she wanted to admit, half expecting his name to appear on the screen. Each time it did not, the irritation she felt mixed with unease.She had wanted to talk to Darren about it, but he was not home. He had left earlier that evening, saying he had “something to handle,” and she

Chapter 58: The Price of a MiracleThe tension in the penthouse was thick enough to choke on. Darren paced the length of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette sharp against the city skyline, while Riley sat frozen on the velvet sofa. She watched him, her brow furrowed in genuine confusion. To her, the news was just a setback—a frustrating hiccup in an otherwise perfect plan. She didn’t understand the storm brewing behind Darren’s eyes.Finally, she broke the silence. "Darren, I don't get it. Why are you this angry? So the girl is better. That’s a surprise, sure, but how does that ruin everything we’ve built?"Darren stopped mid-stride. He turned to her, his expression twisted in a mix of disbelief and cold fury. "You really don't see it, do you? You’re looking at a sick child, Riley. I’m looking at the market."He walked over to the coffee table, leaning down until he was at eye level with her. "Think about the optics. Kael just announced to the world that his daughter is reco

The next day was a weekend, and for the first time in a long while, Kaelen allowed himself to deviate from his tightly packed schedule.There were no board meetings.No hospital consultations.No emergency calls demanding his immediate attention.Still, rest was not an option.By late morning, he was already driving across the city toward a quiet residential district, one hand resting on the steering wheel while his thoughts churned endlessly. The sky was clear, the streets unusually calm, but his mind refused to settle.Novax had a problem.A serious one.The discovery of a possible mole inside the company had lodged itself deep in his consciousness. Someone was leaking internal information—information precise enough to suggest access to high-level systems and decision-making channels. It wasn’t just corporate sabotage. It was targeted. Calculated.And that was why he was here.Miranda’s home office sat at the end of a narrow street, tucked behind tall hedges and iron gates. The buil