The dawn came quietly over the Martin estate, the light slipping through the grand curtains of the study where Jacob had fallen asleep on the couch. His desk was still cluttered with contracts, share certificates, and files — silent proof of the battle he was fighting alone.
Lydia entered softly, carrying a breakfast tray. For a moment, she just stood there, watching him sleep. His face looked pale, his brows furrowed even in rest. He had spent the entire night working again — trading his wealth for the company’s survival.
She placed the tray down and sighed. He’s saving everyone, but who’s saving him?
When Jacob stirred awake, the first thing he saw was Lydia’s worried face.
“You didn’t sleep again,” she said softly.
“I couldn’t,” he replied, sitting up slowly. “There’s still so much
