“Jackson… we need to talk.”The words cut sharper than any blade. Jackson Forbes, the man who commanded boardrooms with a glance and held empires in his grasp, felt his chest tighten as he turned toward the voice he had trusted above all else.Jenna Oakwood stood at the threshold of their penthouse, her designer heels clicking against the marble floor, her expression carefully neutral, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something darker, shame, or maybe defiance.“What is it, Jenna?” Jackson asked evenly, though his tone carried an undercurrent of wariness. “You sound… serious.”She inhaled sharply and met his gaze, forcing the truth out in one calculated breath. “I… I haven’t been honest with you.”Jackson’s brow furrowed. The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the city below, a silence that suddenly felt oppressive, suffocating. “You mean to tell me this is about?”“Yes,” she interrupted, her voice trembling just enough to mask the audacity of her confession. “I’ve… I’

The city lights blinked like tiny, indifferent stars as Jackson Forbes sat in the underground control room, surrounded by monitors displaying every significant Oakwood Consortium transaction, every news headline, every move of their executives.His fingers hovered over the keyboard, the faint hum of servers filling the silence. “This is it,” Jackson murmured to Harris, who stood beside him, arms crossed. “The first move. Small, but enough to unsettle them.”Harris raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to start now? We’ve only been underground a few weeks. They might not have made any mistakes big enough yet.”Jackson smiled faintly. “They already have. They just don’t know it. Confidence breeds carelessness, and that’s exactly what we need.”The analysts monitored the screens, tracing the Oakwoods’ financial network. Jackson leaned closer to one, a high-level software analyst named Lina, who specialized in corporate data manipulation.“Lina, pull the Oakwood Consortium’s recent merger

Jackson Forbes stood over the screens in the underground command center, the faint glow reflecting off his sharp features.Tonight, there would be no subtlety. No whispering chaos. Tonight, the Oakwood Consortium would feel the first tremor of a storm they never saw coming.“Are you sure about this?” Harris asked, voice low, cautious. “It’s high risk. If they trace it…”Jackson shook his head slowly. “They won’t. We’ve prepared for every angle. Every contingency. Every weak link is ours. And remember…” His gaze hardened, eyes sharp as blades. “…the higher the risk, the sweeter the victory.”Lina, at the financial console, nodded. “All systems are ready. Proxy accounts, backdoor access, and encrypted communications are live. One false move and it’s on us, but so far, everything is secure.”Jackson leaned back, hands steepled. “Good. Tonight, they’ll learn exactly what happens when you betray Jackson Forbes.”Meanwhile, Jenna Oakwood was hosting a high-profile meeting in the consortium’

The skyline glittered with lights, but tonight, the city was about to witness a storm it would never forget. Jackson Forbes leaned back in the underground control room, his gaze fixed on the monitors showing live feeds of Oakwood Consortium headquarters, social media trends, and breaking news alerts.“Tonight,” Jackson said, voice low and commanding, “we move from shadows to the stage. They think I’m dead. They think I’m powerless. They think they’ve won. Let’s prove them wrong.”Harris crossed his arms. “A public strike? This is bold. If anything goes wrong, it could expose us.”Jackson’s eyes glinted. “Everything has been calculated. Every detail, every ally, every digital footprint. We leave them with no escape, no dignity, and no way to deny what’s coming.”Lina, fingers flying over her keyboard, nodded. “All systems ready. Press releases, social media infiltration, internal Consortium data, all coordinated. The city will see it first, then the world.”Jackson stood, pacing slowly

Jackson Forbes stood in the underground control room, surrounded by glowing screens, each one displaying the chaos he had orchestrated in the Oakwood Consortium.Investors panicked, the media amplified every misstep, and the city buzzed with speculation. But tonight, subtlety was over.“Tonight,” Jackson said, voice low and sharp, “we confront her. Not physically, not yet, but strategically. She will feel me everywhere: in every decision, every boardroom hesitation, every heartbeat of her empire.”Harris leaned against the console. “Direct confrontation? Aren’t you worried she’ll fight back?”Jackson’s eyes glimmered. “Let her fight. Every move she makes under pressure is predictable. Every desperate act is a tool. This is not just about control, it’s about breaking her reliance on her own illusions.”Lina tapped rapidly on her keyboard. “We’ve synchronized everything. Leaks, internal memos, investor calls, and even her personal schedule. Every contact, every decision, every conversat