Dusk lent the mansion's secluded garden a gentle hush, the lingering glow of sunset illuminating trimmed hedges and winding pathways. Petals glowed in pastel hues, and a light breeze carried the scent of jasmine.Caspian guided Celeste deeper into this green haven, escaping the mansion's constant turmoil for at least a fleeting moment. He'd chosen a corner near a small koi pond, where tal ferns rustled softly, masking the faint hum of distant traffic.

She took a seat on a low stone bench, exhaling á tremulous sigh. Ever since the press conference in which Caspian publicly supported her, the media had hounded them. Endless calls, flashing cameras, suspicious board members-it all threatened to erode the fragile unity they'd forged.Even so, Celeste felt a new spark of hope each time she recalled how firmly Caspian had spoken in her defense. She rubbed her palms together.anxious tension not fully dispelled even by the tranquil garden.

Caspian settled beside her. His suit coat hung loosely, undone tie swinging at his chest as though to concede the day's strain. Evening shadows accentuated the exhaustion in his eyes but also the quiet resolve. He reached for her hand, lacing his fingers between hers. “No one forced me to defend you," he said quietly, reading the lingering doubt in her gaze.“I meant every word. I won't let anyone tear us apart again."

She remembered how Soren nearly destroyed her home, painted her a manipulator, and then unleashed legal chaos to tarnish Caspian's authority.Over the past days, her heart had hammered with equal parts gratitude and dread, expecting fresh attacks at every turn. Leaning against him, she murmured, "I'm relieved you're done playing by Soren's rules. But I worry about the cost. He doesn't lose gracefully.”

His lips tightened. acknowledging the threat. "He's cornered," Caspian replied, voice grim. “People like him are most dangerous when desperate."He sighed, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. “Still, I'd rather fight openly than let him poison our future with secrets." She nodded, a fragile smile flickering. For an instant, the koi pond's gentle ripples and the whisper of leaves cocooned them in calm as though no crisis could breach this sanctuary.

Then, a motion at the garden's archway caught their eye. An assistant from the legal department approached, face drawn with apprehension.In the hush of the garden, the assistant's footsteps reverberated ominously.Clutched in his hand was a thick envelope sealed with official stamps.Celeste's pulse fluttered with foreboding as the assistant respectfully handed it over. “I'm sorry, but Soren filed an emergency injunction to dissolve your marriage contract," he explained in a tight murmur. The quiet beauty of the garden suddenly felt like a fragile illusion,overshadowed by fresh turmoil. Clinging to Caspian's hand, Celeste realized their battle was about to escalate once again.

Harsh fluorescent lights reflected off the glossy floors of a high-rise law office. where Caspian and Celeste had arrived at their attorney's urgent request. Outside, city traffic blurred in the windows, headlights glinting like restless fireflies. Tension coiled within the hushed reception area,each occupant aware that Soren's legal ambush threatened not just a marriage but also the future of Hayes Enterprises.

Within a private conference room, their lawyer-a composed woman named Deirdre Marks-spread out a sheaf of documents on the polished table. Celeste inhaled shakily upon recognizing the official headings, the bold legal language aiming to sever the union Caspian had so fiercely defended. The air felt stifling, every breath tinged with worry.She seated herself beside Caspian, whose jaw clenched at the sight of the thick stack

enumerating all the ways Soren argued their marriage endangered corporate stability.

Deirdre began explaining in crisp tones: “Soren is citing the company's succession clause. He claims Caspian's emotional issues-specifically his insomnia-are worsened by the marriage, destabilizing the leadership."Caspian's lips thinned in frustration. He recalled how Soren once weaponized the same insomnia rumors against him, a move that had nearly destroyed his board standing. Now, Soren used it to claim the marriage itself was a contractual liability.

Celeste pressed her palms on the table, quietly furious. “He's twisting the facts."she whispered, remembering the near-foreclosure Soren orchestrated to keep her indebted. Caspian gave a curt nod,anger simmering.“He'll exploit any angle to break us," he replied. “But we won't yield to this."

Deirdre's fingers tapped a highlighted section. “Soren is pushing for an expedited hearing. The assigned judge has longstanding ties to him-rumor says they're golf buddies, have mingled at the same charitable functions." She paused, her gaze grave.“We must prepare for bias, or at least limited impartiality. If Soren convinces the court you undermine Caspian's fitness for the role of CEO, the injunction could effectively annul your marriage."

Shadows slid across Caspian's face, a turbulent mix of heartbreak and resolve. For so long, he had fought behind closed doors, hoping to shield Celeste from Soren's worst. Now, that conflict spilled into the public eye.Celeste stifled a wave of anxiety at the notion of standing before a judge influenced by Soren's wealth and cunning. "What do we do?”she asked in a near whisper, voice trembling. Deirdre exhaled softly, raking a pen across her notes. "We gather every piece of evidence we have: proof of Soren's manipulations, testimonies refuting the claim that your marriage

destabilizes Caspian's leadership."

Caspian reached for Celeste's hand, entwining their fingers in silent solidarity. Though fear gnawed at them both, he refused to let Soren's power break their vow. Yet behind the polished veneer of this law office.they sensed the depth of Soren's reach, suspecting he held hidden strategies that might tip the scales once more.

Night enveloped Hayes Enterprises in a hush, leaving only the faint hum of HVAC systems and sparse security lights illuminating the corridors.Talia slipped inside a deserted office, pulse hammering in her ears. She clutched a small flash drive, determined to enact her plan before doubt ate her alive. In the glow of a single desk lamp, she recalled the instructions she had painstakingly prepared: a phony data trail that would lead investigators astray and raise suspicions of Soren's offshore dealings.

She tapped the keyboard with precise keystrokes, uploading fabricated ledgers onto Soren's personal server. Her heart clenched at the risk-if discovered, she could face legal ramifications, familial rage, and possibly ruin. Yet the memory of Soren's cruelty and Sterling's manipulations strengthened her resolve. This was her chance to undermine the monstrous web strangling her cousín and the family's legacy.

Finally, the files were pinged with a successful transfer. Talia exhaled, ears still attuned to the corridor. One slip, one overhead camera capturing her presence at this late hour, and the entire operation would unravel. She yanked out the flash drive, stowing it in her jacket pocket. A sense of triumph flickered through her, swiftly tempered by fear of what came next.

Turning off the lamp, she peeked out into the hall. All seemed still. She emerged,footsteps echoing in the stark emptiness. Each stride felt weighted with the knowledge that Sterling watched her carefully-his last

threat about “choosing the wrong side" played over in her mind. Had she truly chosen a side or simply tried to mitigate the looming disaster?

She froze as a tall figure emerged from around the corner,features masked in the dim light. Her stomach plummeted when recognition struck.Sterling stepped forward, silent confidence in every step. He raised his phone. tapping the screen to display a short clip of Talia at the office door.flash drive in hand. The footage was incriminating, vividly showing her infiltration.

Her breath caught in her throat. He offered a mirthless smile. “Seems you're more adept at deceit than I thought," he whispered, voice low and menacing. “But you forget who taught you to play these games."

Talia's pulse roared in her ears. In an instant, the victory she had felt moments ago vanished, replaced by dread. She tried to school her expression, refusing to cower. "I won't let you or Soren destroy Caspian's life," she forced out, quelling her tremors. Sterling merely brushed imaginary dust off his suit jacket, eyes alight with predatory triumph.“Then you've chosen the wrong side," he pronounced, stepping aside to let her pass. The unspoken promise of retaliation lingered in the chilled air,signaling that her covert sabotage might ignite an even deadlier confrontation within the family's fractured empire.