FROM ASHES TO GOLD

d forth on the penthouse balcony. The occurrences from that night were constantly on his mind, each moment fueling his anger. He had

ression on her face. She held a wine glass in her shaking hands, but she hadn't drunk fro

intense stare fixing on Isabella.

yet lacking confidence, "I've s

ing him not to lie. The sound echoed, making her flinch. "Tha

g to the surface. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? Do yo

epped closer, his towering presence casting a shadow over he

r gaze filled with defiance.

ts you are hiding? Do you also have se

is teeth. "This is

believe that you prioritize your

ainly, a flimsy strand teete

peak, an unexpected knock

s nearly midnight, no on

ervously with a small package. "This is for Mr Ste

ut the door. He turned it over in his hands, insp

abella asked, he

on," he mentioned, tearing o

d Isabella and Greg at a dimly lit café, their

"The truth al

les turning white. He turned the photo toward Isab

rned pale. "That is not

" Alexander demanded, his

tammered. "Greg and I... W

nd threats," Alex

ce cracking. "I have no idea

conflict brewing within him. He had constructed his empire without relying on anyo

pting his train of thought.

forget, that every empire has a weak link

th. Clara was circling like a vulture, waiting for him to stumble. He couldn't afford t

race. She leaned against the door, attempting to regain her breath. The p

oding her mind. Even after their difficult separation, she was

lly. Greg had a partner assisting him. Another individual was cont

ce, examining the photograph and note carefully. He had maintained

nformation on the source of the threats

e took hold of his phone and called a num

ted, 'It's Steele.'" "I need a f

er end chuckled. "Yo

idea," Alex

d all the at