LOGINRenataI sat across from Mr. Cole in his office, the morning light cutting sharp lines across his desk as he studied me with that same measured calm he always carried. He asked about Drent and me, about the depth of what existed between us, and then he asked the question that mattered most."Are you truly ready," he said, folding his hands in front of him, "to win against Marcus and stand in Drent's place until he recovers?"I swallowed hard, the weight of the question settling heavily in my chest. I let myself weigh it, really weigh it, everything I stood to lose measured against everything already at stake, my mother's safety, Drent's future, the promise I had made him when he could not speak for himself."I'm ready," I said finally, my voice steadier than I felt.Mr. Cole nodded, satisfied, and I left his office carrying the full weight of what I had just agreed to.I had barely made it a few steps down the hallway when Payton appeared beside me, a cup of coffee in hand, and with a
RenataI went to the hospital that afternoon and sat quietly in the corner of the room, watching as the nurse moved around Drent, adjusting his IV, checking the machines that beeped softly beside his bed. The cool efficiency of the nurse's movements made my own skin prickle, a strange awareness settling over me as I sat there, unable to look away from him.Drent lay still, his curly hair damp against his forehead, a few strands falling loosely across his face. I rose from my chair without really deciding to, crossed the room, and reached out to brush the hair away from his eyes. My fingers lingered there a moment longer than they needed to, tracing gently along his temple before I pulled my hand back."I don't know if you can hear me," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself, "but I'll do my best to make sure Marcus doesn't win."The nurse glanced over at me, a soft, curious smile touching her lips. "Are you his wife?" she asked."No," I said quickly, straightening. "I'm n
mrs DianeIt had been days since I last heard from Renata, and the silence had begun to eat at me in a way I could not shake. I sat by the window most evenings now, phone in hand, staring at a screen that refused to light up with my daughter's name. Since the surgery, everything about her had shifted. The girl who once could not fall asleep without calling her mother first, who used to phone just to complain about the smallest things, a bad day at work, a fight with a friend, the weather, was now barely home at all. I felt it in my bones before I could put words to it, that quiet, gnawing dread that only a mother carries, the kind that whispers something is wrong long before anyone confirms it.I was sitting at my kitchen table, a cup of tea warming my hands, lost in thought, when a knock sounded at the door. I set the cup down and made my way over, and the moment I pulled the door open and saw Edwina standing there, my whole face lit up."Edwina, sweetheart," I said, pulling the girl
RenataI walked in with my head held high, my heels striking the marble floor in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my own heart. I let the intensity burn through me, unfiltered, unapologetic, until my eyes landed on Payton and Marcus. I watched the shock bloom across their faces the moment they saw me standing there, alive and unbroken, and for a fraction of a second I almost laughed. Even I was a little stunned that I had found the nerve to come back.But I steadied myself. I was not about to back down now, not after everything. I had made Drent a promise, that while he was gone I would make sure Marcus never got his hands on the empire he had spent his whole life building. It was not complicated. It was not some grand, heroic mission. It was simply me keeping my word, even if it meant risking my life to do it.And after what Payton and Marcus had done to me, after the betrayal that still lived in my bones, this felt like more than duty. This felt like the perfect revenge. I stra
PaytonI sat beside Marcus, listening to him recount every detail of his conversation with his father, the satisfaction dripping from every word. "He as good as handed it to me," he said, swirling the drink in his hand. "If Drent doesn't show up tomorrow, the empire is mine. He said it himself."I laughed, raising my glass to meet his. "To tomorrow," I said. "To finally winning."We toasted, the sound of our glasses clinking together sharp and celebratory in the quiet room. "I spoke to your father earlier too, you know," I said, arching a brow at him. "Planted a few seeds of my own. You could give me a little credit."He chuckled, leaning back. "The deal stands, Payton. The moment that empire is mine, you get your fifty percent. I don't go back on my word."I smiled, satisfied, and he excused himself to take a call, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the last of my drink.I let myself sit there for a while, savoring the quiet triumph building in my chest. After everything, after ye
Mr. ColeAll my life, I had wanted this company to pass into the hands of one of my sons when I was gone. That desire had shaped every decision I'd made for decades, every late night at the office, every sacrifice my family had quietly absorbed without complaint. I had raised Drent and Marcus to compete, believing that whichever of them proved himself worthy would be the one to carry the empire forward. It had seemed, for most of their lives, like a fair enough system.Now Drent, my firstborn, lay in a hospital bed recovering from an accident that had nearly taken his life, and I found myself questioning everything I had built this competition on.I left the business meeting the moment I received the update and told my driver to take me straight to the hospital. On the drive over, my mind kept circling back to Marcus, to the timing of it all, to how conveniently this accident had occurred right as the presentation drew near. I suspected him. I had suspected him since the moment I hear
DrentThe applause soon faded, the unexpected kiss between me and Renata had amused everyone. I didn't know we had the attention of everyone, and most especially, my father, who seemed to stand from afar with a smile of approval.That alone made me feel so close to getting the company than ever, bu
RenataAfter three straight days in the hospital, I had not taken calls from anyone. I had stayed off social media, away from school, and away from everything else. Just sitting beside my mom and watching over her, hoping she would be alright.I had applied for a job at Tinnies, a fast food spot ne
RenataA week passed and all my efforts to get into the tournament had failed. A part of me began to regret not taking Drent up on his offer, but another part of me was glad I had not. I did not trust him or his family.They were probably the kind of rich family that believed only money mattered, o
Renata"You will never be a boxer, Renata." The coach screamed it so loud that it echoed through the hallway. My heart sank. This had been my dream since I was six, to be a professional boxer. But the school system seemed dead set on the fact that it was a male sport, and it had always been."Wait,







