HER QUEST FOR REVENGE

She is dangerous

Scene: A Luxurious Private Lounge – Late Afternoon

Angela paced the marble floor impatiently, her stiletto heels clicking like ticking time bombs. Her phone buzzed. A message from her planted spy at Marcus Enterprises lit up the screen:

“They met. Parking lot. Emotional. Hugged. She cried in his arms.”

Angela's eyes narrowed, fury bubbling in her chest. She immediately dialed a number. “Alina, we need to talk. It’s about Nathan... and Isabella.”

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Scene: Upscale Rooftop Bar – Evening

Alina sat poised, sipping her wine, clearly irritated but curious. Angela sat across from her, barely containing her rage.

“You said Nathan barely tolerated her. You said she was nothing,” Alina spat.

Angela scoffed. “I underestimated how deep she’d gotten to him. She’s a manipulator, Alina. That hug? The tears? It’s all a show.”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Angela,” Alina snapped, slamming her glass down. “You promised this wouldn’t happen. You told me she was out of the picture!”

Angela leaned in, voice sharp. “She will be. But we have to move fast. If we let her play the poor broken-hearted girl any longer, Nathan might call off your engagement.”

Alina’s eyes flared with betrayal. “He wouldn’t dare.”

Angela smirked. “You don’t know Isabella like I do. She’s ruthless when she wants something. Just like her father.”

Alina straightened, a cold mask settling on her face. “Then it’s time she remembered who’s in control now.”

They clinked glasses—not in celebration, but in declaration of war.

Night

Alina sat in the dim light of the drawing-room, her eyes still burning with anger. Angela had just left, and her mind raced with thoughts of how to keep Nathan under her control. She had been prepared to play the role of the perfect fiancée, but with Isabella’s presence lingering like a shadow, she felt her power slipping away.

She picked up her phone, fingers hovering over the screen, before making a call.

"Nathan," she said coolly when he answered. "We need to talk."

Maxwell Mansion – Nathan’s Study

Nathan stared at his phone, hesitating for a moment. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, but he knew what he had to do. With a sigh, he picked up the call.

“Alina,” he said, his voice calm but strained. "What’s going on?"

"What’s going on?" Alina repeated, her tone icy. "Do you think I don’t know what you’re up to? You’ve been seeing her, haven’t you? Isabella."

Nathan’s throat tightened. “Alina, this isn’t about Isabella. I told you. I need space to figure things out.”

“Don’t lie to me, Nathan,” Alina interrupted sharply. “I’ve heard everything. Your pathetic conversation in the parking lot, the way you look at her—don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Nathan’s jaw clenched. He could feel his resolve cracking. “I told you, Alina, it’s complicated. This isn’t just about us anymore. I need to be fair to you, but I also need to figure out where my heart is.”

Alina’s voice turned venomous. “You can’t just keep stringing me along for the sake of your feelings. I’m not some... consolation prize. If you want to keep playing with fire, Nathan, fine. But remember this—if you choose her, there will be consequences. You’ll lose everything you’ve worked for. Everything you’ve built.”

Nathan remained silent. Her words cut deeper than he wanted to admit.

“Is that a threat?” he asked quietly.

Alina’s laughter was soft, yet chilling. “You don’t understand, do you? This engagement was never just about you and me. It’s about family, legacy, and power. You’re not just marrying me; you’re marrying the Harrington legacy. Do you really think Isabella will stand a chance against that?”

Nathan clenched his fists. “I never asked for this. I never asked for any of it.”

“Well, you got it. And now you’ll deal with it.”

She hung up abruptly, leaving Nathan standing in the cold, silent room, the weight of her words pressing down on him.