2026-02-11 15:47:19The little crowd of people around the court premises were stunned, staring speechless before laughter turned up.
A moment ago, Mario was distracted by her striking beauty and seductive curves but now, after hearing the insult she threw at him, confusion and embarrassment both lunged at him.
His gaze drifted toward the heap of metal that had once been his prized car.
Humiliation burned hotter than the summer sun.
Camille walked toward him with calm steps. Every movement made her hips sway from left to right, her move was elegant yet carried a seductive charm.
Mario's gaze was locked onto her like a snipper who found a target. Mira immediately ceased to exist. In front of a goddess like Camille, Mira was nothing.
The way she walked and smiled was charming, it was as though she was chanting a spell that drew attention to herself.
Anyone could feel Mario's burning gaze through the shade. His car came back with nothing in front of a damsel.
When she stopped in front of him, her tone was cool enough to freeze one to death.
“If you keep staring,” she said softly, “I’ll assume you’re assessing a threat. And I deal with threats very quickly. Clear?”
She was already in a foul mood and his lecherous gaze on her was fueling her anger.
Something in her voice sent shivers down his spine making Mario's breath hitch. He nodded and looked away.
Camille turned from him and faced Mira. She lifted a finger and tilted Mira’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
She was already in a foul mood and his lecherous gaze on her was fueling her anger. She couldn't help wondering what it was that Mario had that could have attracted Mira.
To her, Mario's wealth was like a drop of water in the sea when compared to Roman’s.
“Look at the thing you choose over my brother.” She taunted her.
“My brother once told me you were different from the other woman he had met in the past,” Camille said.
“Kind. Loyal. The kind of person worth building a future for. The kind of woman our granddad wanted him to share our empi…….” Roman rounded his hand swiftly over her lips, cutting her short.
“Not now. Not here.”
Mira tried to retreat, but Camille didn’t let her. “Do you know how many people would give everything for his trust? For his protection?”
Camille inhaled, stepped back, and went to the Rolls Royce parked behind her. She returned with a huge crystal case and dropped it at Mira’s feet. She opened it revealing the content to everyone.
“This,” Camille said, “is what you called worthless. These are pure, south sea pearls. It took us weeks to get enough to make this set for you. You see the catalog, inside it are all the custom made hand begs and dresses from any high end brand you can think of including the Birkins.”
She breathed. “That's not all you see, the key inside there belongs to the latest edition of 2026 Rolls-Royce that would have been waiting for you. Do you know how much that car is worth?”
Camille wasn't relenting.
“It's enough to buy the company you assholes work for and you'd still have a lot left.”
She slid through her phone. “That aside, do you know how much he spent preparing a matrimonial home for you?”
A pure luxury penthouse seated on top of a hill in a reserved area.
Mira’s eyes widened with shock and suspicion.
“House, cars, bags, jewelry, it would have been a world beyond your imagination.” Camille snarled at her.
“If only you had waited just one more day, everything in here and many more would have been yours, you would have enjoyed a life of luxury like never before.”
Mira turned to Mario, eyes flickering. Even Mario was surprised, wondering if all these were true. Roman locked his gaze at them, arms crossed against his chest.
“It's quite unfortunate. Ahh how could I forget the best of them all.”
She dug around the box and pulled out a black card inscribed with golden words. Mira Donaldson written on it.
Mario gasped at the sight, while Mira looked at him. “I'm confused. Is this true?”
“You've seen something and you ask if it's true.” Mario's look said.
“Seeing the stupid look on your face, it's obvious you don't know what this is. Blobfish…..why don't you explain to your little girlfriend what this is.”
“I'm not a….” Before Mario could finish his sentence, Camille glared at him. Her gaze was so intense that it made him keep quiet instantly.
“It's a globally recognized unlimited card. With….. with this you can get money anywhere in the world. I…. I thought it was made up.”
Camille chuckled and shut the case, handed it to Roman, he shook his head refusing to take it.
“I have no use for it anymore, you can keep it. Let’s go,” he said.
“Well lucky me.” She turned to leave but stopped and faced Mira.
“Do you know that your life was hanging by a thread all this while, if I wanted I would have taken it with just one order for humiliating him.” After saying that she looked down at Mira's chest where a red dot was flickering.
Mira followed her gaze and her face went pale instantly.
She knew exactly what it was, her knees buckled and she almost fell to the ground.
It was the first time Mira's life was threatened by a mysterious, powerful woman. She really believed that Camille could take her life if she wanted.
“Camille, that's enough. Let's get out of here.” Roman finally spoke up, tired of watching these two foolish, confused people.
She nodded and walked back to the car.
Camille carried the case back, climbed into the driver’s seat, and the Rolls Royce engine roared to life. As it drove away, the reflection in its dark windows showed Mira standing speechless on the sidewalk, staring intensely at the car driving away.
Roman sat in silence as Camille drove the car through the narrow streets toward the industrial district. The faint hum of the engine filled the quiet.
He stared out the window, watching the city blur.
Camille kept glancing at him, he could feel her gaze, he tried ignoring it at first but she just wouldn't stop.
“What is? If you have something to say, say it and stop staring at me.”
“Why didn't you let me end her pathetic life? How can you stand to see her living and breathing after what she did to you?”
“Letting her keep her life is a bonus to me. I've got a lot to do for her and her bastard man.”
“Trust me!”
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The envelope showed up with no courier label, no sender details, only a silver seal Roman recognized at once. The mark of Greaves International, the private intelligence agency that dealt with problems too sensitive for official systems. Its director, Marcus Vane, still carried a debt to Roman that could never truly be settled. Six years earlier, Roman had saved his daughter during a kidnapping case that never reached the press. Messages from Vane were rare, and when they came, it was never good news.Roman opened the seal alone in his study. Inside was just one typed sheet, it was plain, stripped of anything unnecessary, written in cold, clinical language.SUBJECT: Cross, Damian. Inmate #4471-K.FACILITY: Blackwood Containment Centre, Sector 4.INCIDENT: Coordinated breach. 6 days prior. Two security officers deceased. Three inmates hospitalised. Subject Cross extracted during medical transfer. Transport ambushed 50 miles from facility. All escort personnel lost. Current location: U
Chapter 132
“It was Reuben,” he said quickly. “My senior aide. My chief of staff.” His words came out fast, almost desperate, like speaking faster could reduce the damage.“He did it without telling me. He leaked the Elara story to hurt your infrastructure deal. He saw your campaign gaining support from that deal and thought destroying it would protect my position. He believed he was helping me.”Roman’s face stayed calm and unable to read. “Why would he think that?”Halden shut his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, the emotion was clear on his face, it was a deep shame, he felt exposed and open.“Because he was being paid. Holloway.”The name hit the room like something heavy was dropping into a still water.“Holloway got to him months ago. He paid him. Reuben had been feeding him information, influencing campaign decisions, and pushing me into choices that helped Holloway’s interests. I didn’t know any of it. I only found out after the story came out. By then, it was already t
Chapter 131
The rally was scheduled for the afternoon.Roman showed up at the venue by eleven. The stadium parking area was already packed with cars and people. Banners flapped in the morning wind while vendors lined the edges of the crowd, selling water, caps, and buttons featuring Halden’s face. At the north end of the grounds, a stage had been set up, complete with huge screens and speakers the size of small refrigerators. About fifteen thousand people were expected, and judging by how the crowd kept growing, that number would easily be reached.Roman went in through a side gate marked “STAFF ONLY.” Carlos followed closely behind him, walking just two steps back. A slim leather bag hung from Carlos’s shoulder. Inside that bag was a printed transcript.Carlos did not ask Roman what he planned to do with it. He never questioned him or tried to understand the details. In the car earlier, he had simply handed the bag over without a word, as if he already accepted that Roman had a reason for every
Chapter 130
The boardroom at Crestfield Group smelled of old wood polish and stale coffee. Twelve people sat around the long mahogany table, and not one of them looked comfortable. Smith sat near the middle, hands resting on a thin leather folder. He wore a grey suit and had arrived early. He spent those extra minutes sitting silently, watching the others file in.They knew who he worked for. Everyone in the room knew.Harold Vance, the chief financial officer, barely glanced at him. Gerald Crane, head of operations, shuffled papers loudly. Two junior board members looked at Smith like a door they had been told not to open. Smith gave no reaction. He had been a butler for twenty-three years. He knew how to sit still while being watched.Edward Finch, the chairman, called the meeting to order at ten. The agenda was routine for forty minutes. Revenue reports. Supply chain updates. A dispute with a shipping partner. Smith listened and said nothing. He took no notes. He didn't need to.When Finch ask
Chapter 129
Angela Webb, his chief legal counsel, was known for her speed and precision. She arrived in seventeen minutes with the agreement already pulled up on her tablet.“Clause nine,” Roman said as she entered.Angela was already in the room.“Non-disclosure,” she said without hesitation, scanning the document. “It’s broad and strict. It covers any public statements, interviews, written accounts, broadcasts, and social media posts involving Roman Walcott, Walcott Corporation, Walter Group, and all connected people or organizations. Mira Donaldson signed it as part of her early release from the legal case.”She paused and looked into his eyes.“It’s solid,” she continued. “Completely enforceable.”“Send a formal notice to The Meridian Pulse tonight,” Roman said. “If you have to, wake their legal team. Make it clear that airing any part of that interview breaks a binding legal agreement. The first step will be an injunction. After that, a lawsuit that will make their quarterly profits irreleva
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Mira said nothing for a few seconds. On the outside, the traffic was noisy through the city streets while the neighbor’s air conditioner continued its uneven dripping against the ledge.“How much are you offering?” she finally asked.A short silence followed after the question, the kind that sounded almost like someone smiling on the other end of the line.“Fifty thousand dollars,” Dana Reeves said. “It’s a fixed price. We record the interview, we manage the editorial framing, and you’ll have the right to review the primary quotations. It would go to broadcast within forty-eight hours of filming.”Fifty thousand dollars.Mira kept her eyes fixed on the grey brick wall beyond the window. Fifty thousand dollars. It was enough to cover months in this cramped apartment, a fragile buffer, but still a buffer. It wasn’t close to what she had once been used to, not even a shadow of it, but it was something real. Something that could start to shift the weight pressing in on her. It meant a li
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