That evening, as peace seemed within reach, Michael received an urgent phone call from his legal team. Victor had leaked falsified documents to the media, accusing Michael of insider trading.
Michael clenched his jaw as the news broke on every major network, the headlines painting him as a corrupt businessman. I, watching from the couch, felt my stomach tighten—not from fear, but from anger.
"He just doesn't know when to quit," Michael muttered, pacing the living room.
I stood, placing a calming hand on his arm. "We've faced worse than this. And we've won. This is no different."
Michael turned to me, his expression softening. "You should be resting, Bella."
"I'll rest when we've buried Victor for good," i replied with determination. "Let's fight this together."
