Rising Phoenix
's Pers
voice erupted from the other en
ed. Please remember who I am. Do not underestimate my strength. I am more than capable of wi
mon goal during the trial of his daughter. Regardless of someone's background or status, I strive to maintain my auth
didn't concern myself with their family matters. The satisfaction of knowing that she was imprisoned for stealing the most valuable thing in my life was enough
one else, there came a point in my life when I reached my breaking point. The harshness of reality became too much for me to bear, plunging me into the depths o
into a seemingly heartless and unfeeling person, thoughts of her still haunted me daily. But thr
As an underage offender, she was initially set to serve five years in prison for her actions. However, her father, abusing hi
factors, solely aiming to ensure that the accused received punishment as an act of revenge. Consequen
In this turbulent time, I question whether my efforts for revenge were justified. All I
out the window, observing the twinkling lights of the city below. The view was breathtaking, but my mind re
red wearily, t
reviewing my findings, I stumbled across an anomaly that warrants further investigation. It appears that all records of her activities beyond prison walls are missing from our database. Desp
is efforts and hung
e of information begs the question: Did Mr. Miller or any other person of interest orchestrate this act, and if so, why? Is he guarding a secret that would implicate him if revealed? Or has someone gone to great lengths
the situation? And why are my men unable to figure it out? Anot
Two powerful groups exist, and although my group holds significant strength, the last
create a hurricane of thoughts in my mind. Midst the cha
me in awe. Describing her beauty is no easy task; it surpassed mere attractiveness. She appeared like a goddess descended from the heavens above.
The curve of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes held me captive. Despite my attempts to redirect
impression. I confronted the harsh reality of it all. It was astonishing
by our past experiences. Perhaps Aanya has left too much of an impact on who I am today for me to shake off her influence so easily. In any case, sayi
It felt as if the ground beneath my feet had completely shifted, and I found myself struggl
ho are the owners of the powerful Miller Group. The current situation has re
pting to complete the file while emotionally scattered would only lead to frustration and compromise the quality of my analysi
ants. It never fails to soothe me. Although socializing and dining out seemed appealing, having dinner in the comfort of my a
My mind was racing with the possibilities and details swirling in my head. As
hunger, an overwhelming thought crossed my mind-how many other secrets were being kept from me? The my
tled in to read through the file once more. Every word on every page was scrutinized with meticulous attention as I searched for even the slightest hint that could prove useful in solv
ali Miller was born in 1962 in North India. Their paths crossed at California University, where her parents were pursuing advanced degrees
fluence in his industry. As it turns out, James held deep-seated prejudice against any Indian match for his only son, due to his castigate outlook and disdain for inter-caste marriage alliances. He sought a suitor who would bring him a financ
mily's tradition of seeking parental advice. The revelation of William's true identity and his