"You really thought I'd stay away?" Bianca says, returning to a world that kept moving without her. In this thrilling sequel to Obsessed. Bianca's back is she the same? What happened while she was away? With her return, old wounds are reopened, forc...
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The scent of espresso lingered in the air as I moved from the oversized leather chair to the large oak table littered with files, two laptops, and a vintage chessboard I hadn't touched in days.
I wasn't in some luxury hotel suite. That would've been too obvious. Too traceable. I was tucked away in the countryside Dominik's place, technically. Or one of his. Gated, discreet, and blanketed by thick trees that muffled the world beyond.
It's raining again.
Thick, slow drops streaked the windows.
I leaned over the table, boots crossed at the ankles, fingers tapping across the keyboard. One laptop running Dawson Enterprises' internal networks. The other with two encrypted channels open, waiting on confirmation from Zurich and Singapore.
They'll hit within the hour.
Account freezes don't happen overnight unless you know which regulator to nudge, and I do.
It just takes one flagged anomaly in a quarterly return, one "anonymous" tip raising the right eyebrows. Then boom everything halts. Payments. Wires. Staff payroll. Everything freezes.
Richard's empire isn't falling. It's suffocating.
He probably thinks it's another leak. Another rogue employee. He's running himself in circles trying to figure out who's playing him, losing sleep over board meetings, investors, bad press. And just wait until he finds out they're freezing his Cayman access too. The offshore cash he thought was so discreet? I got to it last night.
God, I wonder if he's blaming Isabelle now. Poor thing. She probably thinks she's in her villain origin story, storming into his office demanding spousal support like she's finally found her voice.
She has no idea.
I didn't need to bribe her. Didn't even need to speak to her. All I did was send a trail of breadcrumbs to her inbox statements, pictures, contracts. Not everything, just enough. Enough to make her angry. Enough to turn her into a hurricane with perfect timing.
She doesn't know I'm the one who made her spin.
But she's useful because now she's breathing down Richard's neck and he can't even figure out why. He's being attacked from every angle.
That's the thing about people like him. They only prepare for big threats. Explosions. Lawsuits. Headlines. They never see the quiet, calculated stuff until it's too late.
I dragged the cursor to the final file.
Internal Audit. Fiscal Year.Do Not Disclose.
I clicked once, uploaded, and let the encryption layer do the rest. One last step: sending the file to a firm that already doesn't trust him. Once they open it, they'll pull out. That's millions in capital. Gone. More if the Singapore partner backs out too. They won't announce it too much risk but they'll stop answering his calls.
