The grand chandelier above cast fractured light over the three figures in the room, making the tension between them feel almost tangible. A storm raged outside, the rain pelting against the tall windows of the private lounge, as if nature itself was warning of what was to come.
At the center of it all stood her—Nadia Al-Fayed, heir to one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. Poised, calculating, yet unaware that her world was already crumbling beneath her feet.
Across from her, arms crossed and brows furrowed, was her best friend, Lina. Loyal, sharp, and unafraid to call out injustice when she saw it. And then there was Sara—the third wheel in their friendship. The one who had always smiled a little too sweetly, stood a little too quietly, and—Nadia realized now—envied her just a little too much.
"Tell me I'm wrong, Sara." Nadia's voice was low, measured, but there was an undeniable edge to it.
Sara, who had been staring at the rain, finally turned. She didn't look shocked or guilty—she just… smirked. A slow, knowing smirk that sent a chill down Nadia's spine.
"And if you're right?" Sara tilted her head, voice dripping with something dangerously close to amusement. "What will you do, Nadia? Strip me of my place beside you? Toss me aside like the others?"
Lina scoffed. "You put yourself aside, Sara. You're the one sneaking around, whispering to people who want to see Nadia fall. What else are we supposed to think?"
Nadia exhaled slowly. She had walked into this conversation hoping—praying—that it was just a misunderstanding. That the whispers in the boardroom, the missing documents, the odd glances at meetings were just coincidences. But now, looking at Sara's unwavering gaze, she knew.
This wasn't a misunderstanding. This was a betrayal waiting to happen.
Sara sighed, almost disappointed. "You always had everything, Nadia. The wealth, the power, the family that actually cares about you. Do you know what it's like to stand beside you and realize I'll never have any of that?"
For the first time that night, Nadia hesitated.
She had never thought of Sara as lacking. Had she really been blind to her resentment all this time?
"I never took anything from you, Sara," she said, her voice softer now, but firm.
Sara's eyes flashed. "No, you just had everything handed to you while I had to fight for scraps. And now… I'm done waiting for leftovers."
Nadia stiffened. A single, chilling thought struck her.
She's already made her move.
The realization was a weight pressing against her chest. The betrayal wasn't coming—it had already begun.
And she had walked right into it.
"I trusted you Sara, i took you as my friend" Nadia whispered still in disbelief.
Sara smiled not bothering to answer her as she walked out of the room.
"Get ready to fall Nadia".