The storm came three days later.
Alexander sat in the boardroom, his executives stiff with unease as news reports flashed on the massive screen. Stone Industries Accused of Fraudulent Deals.
“Ridiculous,” Alexander growled, slamming the remote onto the table. “Every contract has been audited, every number verified.”
But the headlines were relentless. Fake documents. Leaked “emails.” Anonymous testimonies. All carefully designed to smear his name.
And Amelia knew exactly who was behind it.
That evening, as the city lights glowed beneath the penthouse windows, she found Alexander standing at the glass, fists clenched, his reflection hard and hollow.
“She wants you broken,” Amelia said quietly.
His voice was low, dangerous. “She won’t win.”
Amelia stepped closer, slipping her hand int
