The Devil’s Partner

The Dominion files weren't just enough—they were everything.

By morning, Geraldine stood in a black sheath dress, heels echoing as she walked into Bekett's corporate tower like a woman reborn. Calm. Beautiful. Ruthless. Her bodyguard trailed behind her, carrying a flash drive locked in a briefcase.

Every pair of eyes at Donovan Global Enterprises turned.

Not because she was Bekett Donovan's wife—but because she had that look.

The look of a woman with leverage.

"Mrs. Donovan?" the receptionist stammered. "Mr. Donovan isn't expecting—"

"No," Geraldine said, pausing mid-step. "He never expects what matters."

She walked straight to the executive elevator.

As the doors closed, she whispered to herself, "You built this empire on my blood. Now watch me burn it to the ground."

Inside the office, Bekett stood at the glass window, signature navy suit, eyes on the city below like he owned it.

Without turning, he said, "To what do I owe the pleasure, darling?"

Geraldine dropped the briefcase on his desk. Hard.

He turned, slightly amused. "You brought me a gift?"

"No," she said coldly. "I brought you a funeral."

She opened the case, plugged in the flash drive to his computer, and let the evidence play—photos, audio clips, lab reports.

Then her voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "I know about Eden. I know what you planned for Reena and Lovia. You raised them like property. You drugged them. Watched them. For what? Your twisted legacy?"

Bekett's smirk faltered. "You misunderstand—"

"I understand everything, Bekett." She leaned in. "And now, so will the world."

He circled the desk slowly, eyes dark. "You're bluffing."

"Really?" She clicked a button on her phone. "Three copies sent to three reporters, two lawmakers, and one anonymous cyber-activist. You taught me paranoia, remember?"

Bekett grabbed her wrist. "You think destroying me saves them? You're putting a target on their backs!"

Geraldine didn't flinch. "They're already targets. Because of you."

As the office door slammed open, a third presence entered the storm.

Tall, dressed in sharp gray, jaw clenched with the kind of tension that screamed decades of secrets: Kaison Marx, Bekett's elusive business partner.

"Bekett," he growled. "What the hell is this about Dominion labs being flagged in the press? I've had two board members call me screaming about illegal serum trials—"

He paused when he saw Geraldine. And then he really looked at her.

"Oh," he muttered. "You did this."

She gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Marx."

He rubbed his temple. "Jesus. I thought you were the silent trophy. Instead you're the nuke."

Bekett snapped, "She's bluffing. She wouldn't ruin her own name in the fallout."

Kaison narrowed his eyes. "No. She'd burn this building to the ground if it meant protecting those girls."

Geraldine tilted her head. "You're smarter than you look."

Kaison threw his briefcase down. "I can't clean this up if it hits public. Dominion's stocks—gone. Partners—gone. We lose Asia. We lose our tech divisions."

"Then maybe you should've asked where the funding for Eden was going," Geraldine said coldly. "And who the test subjects were."

An hour later, Kaison pulled Geraldine into a private meeting room. Bekett refused to look at her now—probably strategizing a dozen ways to make her disappear.

"You're forcing my hand," Kaison said, hands folded. "But you're not unreasonable. What's your endgame?"

Geraldine took a breath.

"I want full custody of Reena and Lovia. I want a legal separation. I want immunity for myself and the girls in whatever federal chaos explodes next."

Kaison nodded. "And in return?"

She met his eyes. "I give you leverage. Dominion dies quietly. Bekett falls privately. You clean up, save face, keep your damn board intact."

He studied her for a long time.

Then—he smiled.

"You're terrifying."

She shrugged. "Motherhood changes a woman."

Meanwhile, Bekett was unraveling. He yelled into three phones, barked orders, paced like a caged beast. But the glass wasn't thick enough to hide his panic.

Geraldine walked past his office one last time, slow and poised.

He burst through the door. "This isn't over, Geraldine. You think Kaison will stay loyal to you?"

She turned, eyes blazing. "He's not loyal to me. He's loyal to profit. And right now, I'm the better investment."

She walked away without flinching.

Back at home, Geraldine tucked Reena and Lovia into bed, the fire from earlier replaced by quiet resolve.

She wasn't finished yet.

Because somewhere in the shadows, Dominion still moved. And Bekett Donovan wasn't the only devil in a tailored suit.

There were others.

And she was coming for them all.