LOGINThe Kingston Corporation boardroom was packed.It was exactly eight o'clock in the morning. The sky outside was gray and pouring rain, matching the heavy, suffocating tension inside the room.Vivian Kingston stood at the head of the long glass table. She wore a sharp black dress. She looked incredibly tragic, playing the role of the heartbroken mother perfectly.Daniel Hayes stood right next to her. He wore a dark, expensive suit. He looked humble, keeping his hands clasped in front of him.Mr. Davis and the rest of the board members sat around the table. They all looked exhausted and nervous."I know this is a shock to all of you," Vivian said softly, wiping a fake tear from her eye. "But my late husband kept this secret for a reason. He wanted to protect us. But now, seeing how Raphael has run this company into the ground, I cannot hide the truth anymore."Daniel stepped forward. He looked directly at Mr. Davis."I do not want a war," Daniel said smoothly. His voice was dripping wit
The black Maybach sped toward the city docks. The bright city lights slowly faded into dark, empty streets lined with old warehouses.Raphael’s phone buzzed in the cup holder. He answered it and put it on speaker."I found him," Ethan’s voice rang through the car. "But Sophia gave you a fake last name. Or maybe a street name. There is no Marcus Vance.""Then who are we looking for?" Raphael asked, his voice tight."His real name is Marcus Reed," Ethan explained quickly. "He has a massive criminal record for cyber fraud. He runs a place called 'Reed Electronics' right on Pier Four. It looks like a junk shop.""Good work, Ethan," Raphael said. "Send the exact location to my driver.""Sent," Ethan replied. "Boss, be careful. That area is really bad. Do you want me to call the police to go with you?""No," Claire spoke up, leaning closer to the phone. "If the police show up, Marcus will destroy the evidence to save himself. We need to catch him by surprise.""Just have Zoya keep tracking
The war room at Ellis Designs was buzzing with quiet, focused energy."Okay, let's think," Ethan said, pacing back and forth across the carpet. He was holding a cold cup of coffee. "Daniel submitted a fake will. The lawyer who supposedly wrote it is dead. So we can't question him. We are completely stuck.""We are not stuck," Raphael said smoothly. He leaned against the glass table, his arms crossed over his chest. "A forgery of this level takes time. It takes specific legal knowledge. Daniel is an architect. He didn't sit in a basement and type this up himself.""He pays people to do his dirty work," Claire agreed, sitting in a plush desk chair. She tapped her pen on the table. "He paid Caldwell to mess up my fabric shipments. He paid internet trolls to leak rumors about your amnesia.""And," Zoya spoke up from her laptop, "he paid someone to forge your divorce papers."The room went completely silent.Claire stopped tapping her pen. She looked up at Raphael. His dark eyes locked ont
Zoya smiled. It was a very small and terrifying smile, but it was real."I will call the lawyers," Zoya said, pulling her sleek phone from her pocket. "They charge two thousand dollars an hour. And they require a massive retainer upfront.""I can afford it," Claire replied without blinking.Raphael walked over to his wife. He did not care that his executives were watching. He grabbed the back of her neck gently and kissed her hard. It was a kiss full of absolute pride and fierce love.Ethan covered his eyes with his hands. "Boss, please. We are currently in the middle of a hostile corporate takeover. We do not have time for romance."Raphael pulled back slowly. He looked down at Claire. His dark eyes were shining."Thank you," Raphael whispered softly."You would do the exact same thing for me," Claire said simply. She turned to look at the other two. "Now, we need to leave this building.""Leave?" Ethan dropped his hands, looking totally confused. "Why? This is our headquarters.""No
The silence inside the black Maybach was deafening.On the small television screen, Daniel Hayes was smiling at the flashing cameras. He looked perfectly polished. He looked like a billionaire.He looked like a Kingston."Raphael!" Ethan’s panicked voice screamed through the phone, breaking the silence. "Did you see it?! Tell me you are seeing this!"Raphael did not blink. His dark eyes were fixed on the screen. The glass of the car window was still faintly cracked from his fist."I see it, Ethan," Raphael said. His voice was not angry. It was completely, terrifyingly flat. It was the voice of a man preparing to burn a city to the ground."He is your brother?!" Ethan shrieked. "Daniel Hayes is a Kingston?! Why didn't I know this? I am the Vice President!""Half-brother," Raphael corrected coldly. "Lock down the executive floor. Do not let a single board member leave the building. I am on my way."He hung up the phone without waiting for an answer.Raphael turned to the front seat. "Dr
The morning sun spilled across the bed, but Claire didn't wake up to an alarm.She woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries.She slowly opened her eyes. Raphael was sitting on the edge of the mattress, fully dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt and dark jeans. He wasn't wearing a tie. He wasn't holding a tablet. He was holding a silver tray loaded with breakfast."Good morning," Raphael smiled softly.Claire pushed herself up against the headboard, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked at the tray, then looked at the clock on the nightstand.It was 10:00 AM on a Wednesday."Raphael," Claire gasped, suddenly wide awake. "What are you doing here? You are three hours late for work! Zoya is going to murder you.""Zoya is currently handling a conference call with Tokyo," Raphael said calmly, setting the tray over her lap. "And she explicitly ordered me not to show my face in the building today. She said my lingering guilt was disrupting her workflow."Claire let o
"A nursery." Claire muttered, her head still resting between her knees on the cold hospital floor. "He wants to build a nursery."The doctor crouched down beside her, his expression sympathetic but firm. "Mrs. Kingston. Brain trauma is highly unpredictable. Right now, his mind has built a protectiv
"I broke his heart?" Claire let out a sharp, bitter laugh, keeping her voice low so she wouldn't wake the man sleeping in the bed. "Are you insane, Ethan? He broke mine. He broke it into a million pieces, ground it into the marble floor, and didn't even notice the mess.""Keep your voice down," Eth
The squashed hospital sandwich lay sad and forgotten on the linoleum floor.Claire stared at the glowing screen of her phone in Raphael’s hand. Her brain completely short-circuited. Out of all the messages Daniel could have sent, it had to be the one spelling out her entire secret in bold letters.
Claire felt a cold bead of sweat slowly roll down her spine.Raphael wasn’t blinking. His dark eyes searched her face, analyzing every micro-expression like she was a hostile corporate takeover."I'm not lying," she managed to say, praying her voice wouldn't crack. "My eye didn't twitch.""It did,"







