She was sitting in her tiny apartment, feet propped up on the couch, laptop balanced on her knees. The overhead fan creaked loudly, struggling against the summer heat. Outside, the sounds of New York-honking cabs, shouting pedestrians, an argument between a couple that was breaking up-filtered through her open window.
Her best friend and roommate, Sophia, popped popcorn into her mouth from the other side of the room. "I mean, you're calling one of the richest men in America a corrupt, greedy, morally bankrupt overlord. I'm sure he won't be mad at all."
Ava smirked. "I never used the words 'morally bankrupt.' I just... implied them heavily."
She read the title.
"The Blackwood Empire: How One Man's Greed Endangers Thousands."
Oof. Okay, maybe she'd gone a little hard on the title.
But Damian Blackwood deserved it. The man was a walking iceberg in a designer suit, an untouchable billionaire who moved through the world as he owned it-because he did.
And Ava? She had zero interest in letting another powerful man get away with corruption.
Her sources were solid. The financial reports she'd uncovered showed missing funds, suspicious offshore accounts, and a long list of employees conveniently silenced by ironclad NDAs. She wasn't just throwing accusations into the void-this was real.
Still, Sophia raised an eyebrow. "So, what's the plan? Hit publish, change your name, and flee the country."
Ava snorted. "Nah, I figured I'd wait until after Damian Blackwood finds out. Maybe I'll even send him a fruit basket with a card that says, 'Enjoy the scandal, XOXO, Ava.'"
Sophia burst out laughing. "Bold move. Love that for you."
Ava stretched, cracking her neck. "Alright. No more stalling." She took a deep breath, hovered her finger over the publish button... and clicked.
It was done.
Now, all she had to do was wait for the billionaire to find out.
Meanwhile, at Blackwood Industries...
Damian Blackwood was having a terrible day.
First, his assistant had dared to bring him the wrong coffee. He asked for a cortado. Not a latte.) Then, his board members were making ridiculous demands. And now, just when he thought things couldn't get worse, his phone buzzed with an emergency alert from his PR team.
Headline: "The Blackwood Empire: How One Man's Greed Endangers Thousands."
Damian's jaw ticked. He skimmed through the article with the speed of a man who was one second away from throwing his phone across the room.
What. the hell?
"This woman is out of her mind," he growled, his grip tightening around his phone.
The article wasn't just a mild inconvenience. It was a full-blown attack. A public execution, written in disgustingly well-researched detail.
And the worst part? The writer, Ava Carter, had done her homework.
He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders back. Fine. If she wanted a fight, she was about to get one.
He pressed a button on his desk. "Lucas, get me everything on Ava Carter. Where she lives, where she works, what brand of toothpaste she uses-I don't care. I want to know everything."
Lucas, his assistant, hesitated. "Sir, um... are you planning to, uh, handle this personally?"
Damian smirked coldly. "Oh, I'm handling this personally."
Ava Carter had just declared war on him.
She had no idea what she had started.
Back to Ava...
Ava had expected some backlash.
Maybe some angry emails. Maybe a strongly worded letter from a lawyer.
What she hadn't expected was for Damian Blackwood to show up in person.
She was at a small, independent coffee shop the next morning, working on her next story when the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.
The door swung open, and every single head turned.
Damian. Freaking. Blackwood.
He walked in like he owned the place, like the air bent to his will. His dark, tailored suit looked offensively expensive, his jaw was set in a hard line, and his icy blue eyes locked onto Ava like a target.
She choked on her coffee.
Sophia, sitting across from her, nearly fell out of her chair. "Oh. My. God. Did you just summon him with your bad decisions?!"
Ava swallowed, forcing herself to stay calm. She refused to be intimidated by some billionaire with control issues.
She met his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Blackwood. What a surprise. Did you come to personally hand me a cease-and-desist?"
His lips curled into a humorless smile. "I considered it. But I prefer handling things face-to-face."
Ava leaned back, stirring her coffee. "Wow, a billionaire who shows up instead of hiding behind a legal team. I'm honored."
He slid into the chair across from her. "Tell me, Miss Carter. Was ruining my morning your intention, or was that just a bonus?"
She grinned. "Oh, Damian. Sweetheart. I didn't ruin your morning. I ruined your entire week."
Sophia choked on air.
Damian leaned in, his presence sharp as a blade. "Cute. But I don't take kindly to lies."
Ava met his gaze, unwavering. "Then it's a good thing I only report the truth."
Silence. Tension crackled between them.
Then, to her utter shock-Damian smirked.
"Alright, Ava Carter," he murmured. "Let's see if you can handle the war you just started."
Ava took a slow sip of her coffee. Oh, she was ready.
Let the games begin.