Chapter 4

I couldn't sleep. Not when my mind was racing with possibilities, with plans, with the sweet anticipation of revenge.

The digital whiteboard in my private study glowed in the darkness as I meticulously mapped Ryan and Isabella's entire social network. My fingers traced connections across the screen, highlighting business ties in red, media connections in blue, investor backers in green. Each name, each relationship was a potential pressure point.

'Marcus Devlin, senior partner at Apex Ventures.' I circled his name. Ryan's primary investor and mentor. 'Connection to Isabella: attended three charity galas together last quarter.'

The first rays of dawn…