CHAPTER ELEVENMIRANDA'S POVThe atmosphere abruptly shifted as an air of anticipation enveloped the room, drawing every eye towards Alexander and Jackson. The sudden reaction from the two individuals caught everyone off guard, and a hushed silence descended upon the gathered crowd. Whispers began to circulate as people exchanged curious glances, attempting to unravel the cause of this unexpected response.As the murmurs grew louder, the room fell into a heightened state of intrigue and speculation. Just when curiosity reached its peak, a commanding voice cut through the growing commotion. My grandfather, a figure of authority and respect, stepped forward, demanding attention and bringing the room back to order.With a deliberate pause, he spoke, his voice resonating with a sense of gravity and importance. He announced that I, Miranda, to the surprise of many, is the long lost heir to the consortium. The words hung in the air, momentarily suspending disbelief and prompting a collecti

CHAPTER THIRTEEN MIRANDA'S POVMy heart pounds in my chest as I make my way through the dimly lit corridors of the old mansion. Shadows dance on the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere that matches the turmoil in my mind. I can't shake off Jackson's words about my parents' death, somehow linked to Alexander's parents. Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, I've resolved to confront Alexander head-on.Accompanied by two guards, we head straight to Alexander's mansion and find him in the study, poring over old books and documents. The room is filled with the scent of aged leather and dust. My footsteps falter as I enter, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination."Alexander," I call out, my voice echoing in the silence. "We need to talk."Alexander glances up from his work, his piercing blue eyes meeting my gaze. There's a flicker of surprise in his expression, quickly replaced by a guarded look. He closes the book he had been reading and leans back in his

CHAPTER FIFTEENALEXANDER'S POVAs the masked figure disappeared into the night, I knew that our quest for the truth had just become even more dangerous. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Who was that person, and what did they want?I turned to Miranda, who was trembling with fear. "Are you okay?" I asked, taking her into my arms.She nodded, her face pale with shock. "I just can't believe this is happening. It's like we're in the middle of a nightmare.""I know," I said, holding her tightly. "But we can't give up now. We have to keep fighting, no matter the cost."Miranda looked up at me, her eyes filled with determination. "You're right," she said. "We can't let this stop us. We have to find the truth, no matter what."I nodded, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for her bravery. "We'll do it together," I said, taking her hand. "No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."As we made our way back inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense

CHAPTER SEVENTEENMiranda's POVUpon our return, my grandfather wasted no time in organizing an emergency meeting with the highest stakeholders in the company. To him, this was the first step in preventing the consortium from being ruined by an anonymous person who had sent a threatening letter to my grandfather during our absence.As I stood before the stakeholders, I could feel their eyes fixed on me, awaiting my speech. "Greetings, everyone. I assume you are all aware of the recent change in leadership of this consortium, which has been passed down to me by my grandfather," I began, pausing momentarily to glance at my grandfather, who nodded in encouragement. "Apologies for the delay," I continued, looking around at the stakeholders, my gaze lingering on Alexander, whose eyes were strangely fixated on the floor as if lost in thought. "Mr. Alexander, I urge you to snap out of your daydream and refocus your attention on our important discussion. The growth of the consortium depends