Silent Fury

of laughter echoed from the lavish dining room, where Nathan entertained his guests, completely oblivious to her presen

oning his authority, never suspecting what lay beneath his charming smile. Nathan had been her father's closest ally, a mentor

r that her late father's company-her birthright-was no longer in her possession. All assets, properties, and holdings had be

her would never have sold off everything to Nathan, not willingly. This was a betrayal, and Nathan had orc

verything from her without so much as lifting a finger in her presence. His allies, the people Mia had once thought were her friends, laughed a

an instinct buried deep within her mind, whispering that now was not the time. Confronting Nathan would accomplish nothing. He would simply smile, lie, and deny everything. He

work. Mia's father had ta

ee her broken. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he had hurt her. If she wanted to reclaim what was hers, if she

stark contrast to the luxury she had once known-her family's estate, now in Nathan's hands, had been her sanctuary growing up. B

her hollow. She tossed and turned, her mind consumed with thoughts of how to bring him down. But no matter how many scenarios she played out in her

laptop, scrolling through endless pages of lega

ow me, but I

nprompted. Mia stared at the message, her brow furrowing in con

a trap, someone sent by Nathan to test her, to see if she was plotting against him.

yped back, her hands

one who knows what Nathan did to your father. And s

should. Her father's downfall had been quiet, swept under the rug by Nathan'

a trap? Or was this the opport

want?" she ty

time. "Nothing. Except to wa

telling the truth, they might be the key to getting her revenge. But

e typed, her fingers trembli

ut if you're serious about taking Nathan down, meet me tomorrow

ure her out into the open. But then again, what choice did she have? Nathan had stolen

ing moment, Mia type

be t

er eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. The place was nearly empty, save for a coupl

as she waited. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation. What

e wore a simple jacket and jeans, blending in effortlessly with the diner's worn-out decor. His

ding into the seat across from

eyes, her guard u

on unreadable. "You can call me Jack. I'm the