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My redemption

Anya Montgomery, once a queen of designer heels and champagne brunches, now faces a reality as harsh as morning coffee. Thrust into the CEO seat of her father's ailing tech empire, her reckless past casts a long shadow, making investors warier than vultures at a buffet. But beneath the glittering surface, a new fire burns in Anya's eyes. Driven by love for her ailing father and a desperate need to right past wrongs, she embarks on a crash course in corporate warfare. Ethan, a brilliant colleague scarred by his own losses, becomes her unlikely ally, their contrasting strategies forging a formidable team. The boardroom becomes Anya's battleground, each investor meeting a high-stakes poker game. She swallows her pride, dances to the investors' tune, and fights tooth and nail to save her father's legacy. Yet, the ghosts of her past threaten to derail her at every turn, whispering doubts and fueling public scorn. As the pressure mounts, the line between fierce ambition and emotional burnout blurs. Anya grapples with the cost of redemption, her vulnerability exposed under Ethan's unwavering gaze. Can she reclaim her father's trust, the critics, and prove that the tigress within can roar not just with defiance, but with the fire of a true leader?

Funke_Apatira · Teen
Not enough ratings
32 Chs

## Chapter 14: A Dance with Deception

The air crackled with tension, a storm trapped within the sterile vault. Mr. Lee, savoring the moment, circled them like a lion closing in on its prey. "You thought you could steal from The Raven?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Project Phoenix belongs to us, and soon, the world will know its true power."

Anya, refusing to back down, met his gaze with a steely defiance. "You won't get away with this," she spat, her voice echoing in the chamber. "We'll stop you, even if it costs us everything."

Ethan, eyes narrowed, his hand hovering near his concealed weapon, shifted beside her. Maya, unseen but a constant presence, remained silent, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Mr. Lee chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "You overestimate yourselves," he said, gesturing to his guards. "You're outnumbered, outmatched. This ends now."