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Faye’s Pov
I woke up feeling different. Light. Confident. Like something inside me had finally clicked.
Last night, I told Gabriel exactly how I felt. No fear. No holding back.
And when I told Grandpa and Grandma that I wanted to take over, they didn’t argue. They stood by me. They believed in me.
This morning, I felt like a new woman.
There was a knock on my door.
“Yes?”
A maid stepped in with the family doctor behind her.
“Good morning, Miss Faye,” the doctor greeted. “How are you feeling today?”
“I’m okay,” I said, sitting up. “Just a dull pain in my shoulder.”
He nodded and opened his kit. “I need to check the wound and clean it. May I?”
“Sure,” I said.
I watched as he carefully removed the bandage. The pain stung a little, but I didn’t flinch.
He cleaned the area gently and applied a fresh dressing.
“You’re healing well,” he said. “But don’t put too much pressure on that arm. You still need
rest.”
“I’ll try.”
He gave me a knowing look. “Try harder.”
When he left, the maid helped me wash up and get dressed,
She picked a pale blue dress for me-soft, elegant, and easy on the shoulder. I liked it.
Downstairs, my grandparents were waiting at the breakfast table.
Grandpa looked up. “You look brighter today.”
“I feel brighter,” I said, taking a seat. “Ready for anything.”
Grandma smiled. “That’s good. Because we have something important to discuss.”
“I’m listening.”
“As the new heiress,” Grandpa began, “you’ll need to build alliances.”
“With who?”
“Our competitors,” Grandma said. “You’ll visit a few of their companies. Make connections. Earn respect. Form bonds.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“You don’t have to do this now,” Grandpa added. “We know it’s a lot. You can rest if
“I don’t want to rest,” I said. “I want to start now.”
you want.”
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They exchanged proud looks.
“There’s someone we want you to meet first,” Grandma said. “His name is Hunter Blackwell. He runs Blackwell Industries. He’s powerful… and ruthless.”
“If you can get him to partner with us,” Grandpa continued, “we’d be unstoppable.”
I took a deep breath. “Alright. I’ll meet him.”
“Your driver is outside,” Grandma said. “Take your time. Be careful.”
“I will.”
The car ride to Blackwell Industries was quiet. I stared out the window, thinking about everything that had changed in just a few days.
The building was huge. Clean glass. Sharp angles. It screamed power.
I walked up to the front desk.
“Good morning,” I said. “I’d like to see Mr. Hunter Blackwell.”
The woman behind the desk barely looked at me. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No, but-”
“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”
“I’m Faye Berkeley-”
She cut me off. “He doesn’t see people without appointments, Please, step aside.”
I stood there for a moment, then turned and walked out.
“She’s lucky I’m trying to be calm today,” I muttered under my breath.
Outside, I looked around. I wasn’t done. Not yet.
I walked to the back of the building. There were no security guards.
Just a wide stone wall with metal piping running along the base. I crouched down and studied
the structure.
Something felt… off.
There was a slight dent in the wall. A flaw. Too deliberate to be an accident.
My fingers ran over it.
Click.
A small panel slid open.
I froze.
There was a secret door.
I looked around. No one in sight.
I stepped inside.
It was dark and cold. I walked slowly, careful not to make a sound.
The air smelled strange-like metal and bleach.
I followed the narrow path downward. It felt like I was going underground.
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Then I heard it.
A scream.
I stopped in my tracks. My heart raced.
Another scream. Louder this time.
I followed the sound, my footsteps quiet but fast.
The hallway opened into a wide room. I peeked inside-and froze.
Chains. Blood. A man strapped to a chair. Someone was standing over him with a metal rod.
My breath caught in my throat.
What the hell is this place?
I didn’t wait to see more.
I turned and ran.
I pushed the secret door open and ran straight to the car.
The driver looked alarmed. “Miss Faye? What’s wrong?”
“Start the car. Now.”
He didn’t ask questions. Just obeyed.
As we sped away, I stared out the window, my heart still racing.
Blackwell Industries wasn’t just a company.
It was hiding something dark.
And I just walked right into it.
Hunter’s Pov
