Of Promises and Power Plays

The headlines dropped by noon.

COLE DYNASTY IN DISARRAY? ETHAN COLE CALLS OFF ENGAGEMENT MID-MEETING

MYSTERY WOMAN STRIKES AGAIN: Ava Bennett at the Heart of Corporate Scandal?

Ava scrolled through the articles on her phone, each one worse than the last. Her name was in bold. Her face—snapped at the gala, half-turned toward Ethan—was plastered on thumbnails and gossip blogs. The speculation wasn't just cruel. It was calculated.

By the time she entered the office, Claudia was waiting.

"Damage control," Claudia said, her voice sharp, clipped. "I warned you what this would do."

Ava met her gaze evenly. "I didn't call off your puppet engagement."

Claudia's eyes narrowed. "You didn't have to. Your presence is a provocation. And now my son thinks rebellion is romance."

"I'm not here to play games, Mrs. Cole."

"No," Claudia said. "But you're in one—whether you want to be or not."

She walked off with the cold elegance of a queen exiting her throne.

By lunch, Victoria's retaliation arrived like clockwork.

A press release.

Fabricated statements.

Photos of her holding Ethan's arm—old pictures reused to imply the engagement was still on, that Ethan's outburst had been a misunderstanding. "Stress," they claimed. "Family matters."

It wasn't just a lie. It was war.

Ethan barged into Ava's office, phone in hand. "Did you see what they're running?"

"I did," she said quietly.

"I'm going to fix this."

"No," she said, standing. "You're going to stop reacting. Let them spin. Let them bluff. You want to fight back? Then we do it smart."

Ethan looked at her like he was seeing her again for the first time—not as the girl he'd loved, but the woman she'd become.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

Ava stepped closer, calm and sure. "We hold the next board meeting ourselves. You lead with transparency. I lead with results. We show them what Cole Dynamics really stands for—and who's building its future."

Ethan's lips curved. "You always were better with strategy than I was."

She raised a brow. "And you always underestimated me."

He laughed, soft and shaken. "Not anymore."

And as they stood there—side by side, not as lovers, but as something newer, fiercer—a quiet promise passed between them:

No more pretending. No more playing by anyone else's rules.