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"When love turns to poison, only rebirth can bring salvation."
Anita George, a formidable CEO, is brought to her knees by betrayal from the man she trusted most. As the empire she built teeters on collapse, she is forced to confront the ambition that drove her—and the wounds she refused to feel. But in the ashes of deception, a new fire ignites.
This is not just a story of survival—it's a reckoning. A transformation. A rebirth.
Can Anita rise from ruin, stronger and wiser—or will the past drag her down for good?

lies and loyalty

Marcus hadn't touched a drink in over a week.

That was how serious it had become.

He needed his mind clear, his instincts sharp. Every hour she gained was a hole torn in his legacy.

He summoned the one man he swore he'd never need again: Cameron Price, a ruthless corporate fixer with a gift for erasing problems—and reputations.

"I need leverage," Marcus said, sliding a file across the desk. "On her. On Greer. On every board member who's shifted."

Cameron opened the file with a slow, precise hand. "This is going to get ugly."

Marcus leaned forward. "It already is."

Meanwhile, Anita walked the quiet corridors of GNV headquarters, stopping at the art installation she had commissioned years ago—fractured glass shaped into a phoenix.

She moved through the halls like a ghost with purpose—unseen by many, but never unnoticed by the right ones.

She met with Carlene Wu in private, sliding across a folder marked with three names: former whistleblowers silenced under Marcus's regime.

"They're ready to testify," Anita said. "Discreetly. Protected."

Carlene's eyes widened. She nodded once. That was all she needed.

Marcus's counterattack launched that afternoon.

An anonymous tip was sent to a financial watchdog about Julian Greer's personal accounts. A decades-old audit suddenly resurfaced, questions rekindled.

The goal wasn't to destroy Julian—just to muddy him. Cast enough doubt to isolate Anita from her most reliable piece.

When Julian called her, frustrated, she simply said, "Let it breathe. This isn't your fight. Not yet."

That night, Anita sent a single message from a secure line.

"Activate the contingency. Make sure it lands before Friday."

She placed the phone down, walked to the window, and stared at the city glittering below.

It wasn't just about Marcus anymore.

It was about everything he represented—corruption dressed as brilliance, control disguised as charm.

And when it landed, there would be no place left for Marcus to hide.

CHAPTER 22:The Final Tilt