Julian Roth had fallen.
His carefully constructed empire shattered overnight. His company stock plummeted, his business partners abandoned him, and the authorities were already building a case against him.
But for Moris Sinclair, the battle wasn't over.
Because wars don't end when the enemy falls.
They end when you make sure they can never rise again.
The Fallout Begins
Moris sat in his penthouse, watching the morning news. Every channel covered Julian's downfall.
"Former Business Titan Julian Roth Faces Fraud Allegations!"
"Roth Enterprises Under Government Investigation!"
"Moris Sinclair Declared Innocent—Roth Framed Him!"
The headlines were everywhere.
Leo sat across from him, grinning. "This is beautiful. The guy's finished."
Sarah leaned back, swirling a glass of champagne. "You always were the better businessman, Moris. Julian just had a bigger ego."
But Isabel wasn't celebrating. She sat stiffly, arms crossed. "Julian's desperate now," she said. "And desperate men make dangerous choices."
Moris met her gaze. "I know."
And he was ready for it.
Julian's Last Move
Some men go down quietly.
Julian Roth was not one of them.
As his world collapsed, he turned to the only thing he had left. Revenge.
Vivienne Langley sat across from him in his private suite, legs crossed, eyes unreadable.
"We still have options," she said. "If we act fast."
Julian scoffed. "Options? You mean running? Hiding?" He leaned forward, eyes burning. "I don't run, Vivienne."
Vivienne sighed. "Then what's your plan?"
Julian's lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
"I'm taking everything from Moris. Everything."
Vivienne raised an eyebrow. "His business is untouchable now."
"I don't want his business," Julian said, his voice low.
"I want him."
The Threat
That evening, Moris received a call.
A number he didn't recognize.
When he answered, a familiar voice greeted him.
Julian Roth.
"Congratulations, Sinclair," Julian said, his voice calm. Too calm. "You won the game."
Moris's grip tightened around his phone. "It wasn't a game, Julian. You destroyed yourself."
A cold chuckle. "Did I?"
Moris's eyes darkened. "What do you want?"
Julian exhaled slowly. "I just wanted to say goodbye. And to let you know… you took my empire. So now, I'm going to take something from you."
Moris's blood ran cold.
"See you soon, Sinclair."
The call ended.
And Moris knew.
This wasn't over.
Not yet.
The Attack
That night, everything changed.
Isabel was walking toward her car when she noticed something off. A black SUV parked across the street. The same one she had seen earlier.
Her instincts screamed. Something wasn't right.
She quickened her pace.
And then—
Screech.
Tires peeled against the pavement.
The SUV lunged forward.
Straight toward her.
Isabel barely had time to react before strong arms yanked her backward.
The SUV missed her by inches, speeding off into the night.
Breathing hard, she turned—and found herself staring at Sarah.
Sarah's face was pale, her grip still tight around Isabel's arm.
"You okay?" she asked.
Isabel swallowed, nodding. "That wasn't an accident."
Sarah's jaw tightened. "No. It wasn't."
Moris was already on the phone, voice sharp. "Find that car. Now."
Because now, it was clear.
Julian Roth wasn't finished.
And this time, he wasn't playing by any rules.