The Contract I Signed With My Ex

The glass doors of the Blackwood Grand Ballroom opened. The air inside was different. It was filtered, expensive, and smelled of lilies. Aderinsola Adeyemi was dead. She died in a prison cell three years ago and Rina Vale walked into the light. Her dress was an emerald silk. It was heavy, had high neck and long sleeves. The fabric felt cool against her skin and covered the jagged lines on her back and the thin white mark on her wrist. Nobody here saw the scars, only the money.  Rina stopped at the top of the marble stairs. She did not hide. She stood still and scanned the room. The Summit was full tonight. These were the people who ran the city. They drank from crystal glasses, talked about stocks and power. None of them looked at the floor. They did not know what it was like to sleep on concrete. "You look like you are hunting," a voice said behind her. Rina did not flinch. She turned her head. Madam Eleanor Graves stood there. The older woman wore black. Her eyes were sharp. She did not smile. "I am not hunting, Eleanor," Rina said. Her voice was flat. She had practiced this tone for two years. "I am observing my investment." "Blackwood Industries is a volatile investment," Eleanor said stepping closer. "Lucien is in the center of the room. He has not looked up once."  Rina looked down. In the middle of the floor, a circle had formed. At the center stood Lucien Blackwood. He looked the same. His hair was black. His suit was tailored. He held a drink but did not sip it. He looked bored. He looked like a king who hated his kingdom. Rina felt a sharp pain in her lower stomach. It was a ghost pain. It was the place where the child used to be. She pushed the feeling down. She turned her focus to the woman standing next to Lucien. Vanessa Cole. Vanessa laughed. The sound was high and sharp. She leaned into Lucien. She touched his arm. Her fingers had long, red nails. Vanessa looked perfect. She looked like she had never told a lie in her life. "She is wearing the Blackwood emeralds," Rina noted. "She thinks she has won," Eleanor whispered. "The board wants them married by the end of the quarter. A scandal-free union to protect the stock price." "There is no such thing as a scandal-free union," Rina said. "Not in this house." Rina walked down the stairs. Her heels made a rhythmic sound on the marble. Click. Click. Click. It was the only sound she allowed herself to focus on. As she moved through the crowd, people turned to look. They did not recognize her. She had a new face. A surgeon in Geneva had made sure of that. Her nose was straighter. Her jaw was more defined. Her eyes were the same, but the softness was gone. A man blocked her path. It was Arthur Sterling. He was a senior board member. Five years ago, he had signed the papers that sent Rin to trial. "Do I know you?" Arthur asked. He squinted at her. "Rina Vale," she said. She held out a hand. Her grip was firm. "I recently acquired a significant stake in your logistics division." Arthur's eyes widened. "The Vale acquisition. I heard about that. You moved fast." "I do not like to waste time, Mr. Sterling. Time is the only thing we cannot buy back." "True," Arthur laughed. He did not see the ice in her eyes. "Are you here to meet Lucien? He is the man you need to impress if you want to keep those shares." "I am not here to impress him," Rina said. "I am here to see if he is as capable as the reports say." "He is a machine," Arthur said. "He has no blood in his veins. Only data." Rina nodded. She moved past him and headed toward the bar. She needed a glass of water. Her throat felt dry. As she walked, she passed a group of women. They were whispering. "Did you hear about the girl from five years ago?" one asked. "The assistant? The one who stole the funds?" another replied. "Yes. Someone said she died in the state facility. An illness." "It's better that way. It was a mess for the brand." Rina gripped her clutch bag. Her knuckles were white. An illness. That was the lie they told. They didn't mention the cold floor. They didn't mention the lack of a doctor when the bleeding started. She reached the bar. She did not order water. "Vodka. Neat," she said. The bartender poured the drink. Rina took it. She turned around and leaned against the mahogany wood. Now, she was only ten feet away from them.  Vanessa was talking to a reporter. She was talking about her charity work. She talked about "giving back to the less fortunate." Rina watched Vanessa's mouth move. That mouth had told the judge that Rin had the password to the secure server. That mouth had sworn she saw Rin leaving the office with the hard drive. Lucien was looking at the floor again. He seemed far away. Suddenly, Lucien raised his head. He scanned the room. It was a habit of his. He always checked the exits. His eyes stopped. He looked at Rina. Rina did not look away. She did not blink. She took a slow sip of the vodka. The alcohol burned her throat. It was a real sensation. It kept her grounded. Lucien frowned. He didn't recognize her, but he felt something. He handed his drink to a passing waiter and began to walk toward her. Vanessa noticed. She grabbed his arm. "Lucien? Where are you going? The Senator is waiting." Lucien didn't answer her. He kept his eyes on Rina. Rina felt the familiar urge to run. It was the prison instinct. When the guards looked at you, you hid. When the predator looked at you, you became small. She forced her shoulders to stay down. She tilted her chin up. She was Rina Vale. She owned thirty percent of his shipping line. She was the woman who could crash his morning opening bell. Lucien was five feet away. "Who are you?" Lucien asked. His voice was deeper than she remembered. It was rough. It sent a chill down her spine. "I am the person you have been looking for in your spreadsheets all week," Rina said. Vanessa caught up to him. She tucked her hand under Lucien's elbow. She looked Rina up and down. Her eyes were full of judgment. "And who might that be?" Vanessa asked. Her voice was sweet. It was fake. "Rina Vale," Lucien said. He said it like a statement of fact. "You bought the Thorne debt and forced the merger." "I prefer to call it a strategic alignment," Rina said. "You did it without a meeting," Lucien said. He stepped closer. He was tall. He tried to use his height to dominate the space. "I don't like surprises, Ms. Vale." "Then you are going to hate the next few months, Mr. Blackwood," Rina replied. Vanessa laughed. "She's bold, Lucien. I like her. Is this a new style of negotiation? Threats at a gala?" Rina looked at Vanessa. She looked at the emeralds around Vanessa's neck. "I don't make threats, Ms. Cole," Rina said. "I make entries. I make exits. And I make sure the books are balanced." Vanessa's smile faltered for a second. "The books? How dull. We are here to celebrate."  "Celebrate what?" Rina asked. "A high stock price built on a hollow foundation?" Lucien's expression went cold. "Careful, Ms. Vale. You are a guest in my house." "I am a shareholder in your life," Rina corrected. "That makes me more than a guest." She turned her back on them. It was a power move. You never turned your back on Lucien Blackwood. It was a rule. She walked away. She could feel his eyes on her. She could feel the heat of his gaze on the back of her neck. She found a quiet corner near the balcony. The night air was cold. It blew through the open doors. Her phone vibrated in her bag. She pulled it out. It was a text from Elias. Elias: "The data is ready. You have the leverage. Look at the monitor in the foyer in sixty seconds." Rina looked at the large digital screen in the entrance hall. It usually showed the company's history. It showed black and white photos of Lucien's father. It showed the growth of the empire. The screen flickered. For a split second, a document appeared. It was an internal memo. It was dated five years ago. It had the Blackwood seal. It was gone before anyone else noticed. But Rina saw it. It was the proof that the fraud had been authorized from the top. She felt a sense of grim satisfaction. "You look like you saw a ghost," a voice said. She turned. It was Kaelen Vance. He was Lucien's biggest rival. He was a man who liked chaos. He was dressed in a suit that was too bright for the occasion. "I don't believe in ghosts, Kaelen," Rina said. "Everyone in this room is a ghost," Kaelen said. He leaned against the railing. "We just wear better clothes. Why are you here, Rina? Really?" "I told you. Business." "Business is boring. You have a grudge. I can smell it. It smells like gasoline." "Then stay away from the fire," Rina said. She walked past him and headed for the exit. She had seen enough. She had planted the seed. As she reached the coat check, her phone buzzed again. She thought it was Elias. She looked at the screen. It was an unknown number. The message was short. Unknown: "I know who you are, Aderinsola. The scars don't lie. He will see you. Tomorrow. 9:00 AM. His office. Don't be late." Rina felt a wave of nausea. Her hand shook. She looked back at the ballroom. Lucien was standing by the pillar. He was watching her. He didn't have a phone in his hand. Vanessa was gone. Rina turned and walked out into the night. The city lights were bright and blinding. She got into her car. Her driver, a man Eleanor had hired, did not speak. "Home," Rina said. She sat in the back seat. She touched the silk on her arm. Underneath, the skin was raised and rough. She had spent five years wanting this. She had spent five years planning the fall of Blackwood. But the text changed things. Someone knew. Someone was watching.