Angela had been leaking company secrets, formulas, marketing strategies, launch dates, vendor deals, everything. In exchange, a guaranteed executive seat if Lisa was out of the picture and Glowrise company lost enough value to become ripe for takeover. And she wasn’t just doing this for herself. Angela and Mark had talked about merging with True Glow.

After the divorce was finalized 3 weeks ago, Angela sat on Mark’s lap in his penthouse office, laughing. I still can’t believe she didn’t get a lawyer. You’re a genius, babe. Mark chuckled, kissing her neck. She trusts me. That’s her weakness. Not anymore, Lisa whispered to herself in the present as she stared at the evidence. Angela’s phone buzzed at the rooftop bar.

Mark, we need to talk now. She found something. Agila frowned and texted back. Relax. She’s just trying to scare you. Stick to the plan. Mark’s next message made her heart stop. The prenup is invalid. Jila dropped her glass. It shattered on the floor, drawing stairs. “Ma’am, are you all right?” a waiter asked. She waved him off, her heart racing.

“The game was changing and not in her favor.” Meanwhile, Carmen had already filed a motion to freeze Glowrise Company assets until the investigation into the leak was complete. Lisa hadn’t said a word to the press. No public drama, no Instagram quotes. No, he cheated on me rants. She moved in silence, but with purpose. She let the facts speak, and the facts were loud. Angela rushed to Mark’s place that night.

“What do you mean the prenup’s not valid?” she snapped, barging into the condo. “Mark looked like hell.” “He had been drinking, shirt half unbuttoned, hands shaking.” “The judge threw it out,” he muttered. “She had everything. Receipts, emails, records. She came prepared. Angela’s eyes narrowed. You said she didn’t have a lawyer. She didn’t, but she got one later. A beast. This woman, Carmen.

She tore everything apart. Angela turned away, pacing. Then Mark said the one thing that broke whatever fantasy she had left. I might lose the company. She turned back to him, jaw tight. We might. He looked up. No, me. Lisa still owns 40%. And now that there’s no prenup, it’s up for full division. You don’t own anything, Angela. Angela’s phone buzzed again. Unknown number.

We have your emails. We know what you did. You’ll be hearing from our legal team. Jila stared at the screen. Then another message came in. Carmen Blake. Playtime is over. Ms. Moore. Angela’s stomach twisted. The next morning, the news broke. Breaking. Internal sabotage. Rocks Glowrise Company.

executive under investigation for corporate espionage. Angela’s photo flashed across the screen. So did Markx. The story was everywhere. Reporters stood outside Glowrise headquarters. Investors were pulling back. Employees were in chaos. Lisa, she was at home in her small kitchen barefoot in an old hoodie holding her coffee with both hands. She watched the news calmly. No tears, no smile, just peace.

The storm had arrived and she wasn’t in it. Angela was called in for questioning. Mark’s assets were now under review. Lisa had full legal control over her 40%. And with Angela’s scandal dragging Mark into the mud, the court was leaning heavily in Lisa’s favor. That evening, Lisa met Carmen in a quiet cafe.

“Are we ready for the next move?” Lisa asked. Carmen nodded. By the time we’re done, you’ll have more than half the company, and they’ll both be out legally, publicly forever. Lisa stirred her tea. I don’t want revenge, she whispered. I want what I built, what I earned, and I want peace. Carmen smiled. Then let’s take it back. The takeover begins.

Where Lisa makes her boldest move yet, one that shakes the entire city. The morning air was heavy with headlines. CEO’s dirty secrets exposed. Glowrise faces boardroom crisis. Angela Moore named in espionage scandal. Ex-wife of CEO emerges as quiet power player.

Lisa walked through the lobby of Glowrise company wearing a black fitted suit and low heels. Her hair was pinned back. No earrings, no flash, just fire in her eyes and strength in every step. The same security guard who used to nod and smile at her now stood stiff. Mrs. Carter, I mean Miss Carter, should I call someone? No, Lisa said with a soft smile. I know where I’m going. Upstairs. Chaos buzzed through the open floor plan. Phones rang. Emails poured in.