Powerful People


“Synonymous with Corruption, Dominance, Control. The naïve want the power to change nations, the cynical want power for selfish gains. But I want it in the name of Revenge.”

Iris Adaline is dauntless.

When she is assigned to write her first story on Aiden Anderson, it ignites a flame in her that will only be extinguished after seeing every part of his empire collapse. She had the perfect plan. Gain his trust, expose his secrets, then see him fall.

Aiden Anderson liked control.

When he first laid his eyes on Iris Adaline, he knew exactly who she was. He knew her intentions, he knew her drive, and he knew the danger. But he couldn’t keep away. He was adamant on seeing her on her knees, begging for mercy, and begging for him.

Sparks fly when two determined forces collide in a battle of power, control, and desire.


9. The Deal

*This chapter contains my first attempt at writing from Aiden’s perspective! Warning: Explicit Language*

    Iris’s POV

    My body does a double take when I see my roommate chatting with the ambassador of Japan over a glass of rosé Champagne. They don’t even react to my entrance. Jasmine could make anyone feel at ease, and the two were hitting it off. Giggling, laughing hysterically, it would seem as if they were best friends.

    The bitter person I’d met at the Gala was replaced by a lively man in his early thirties. He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair, and his forest green eyes continued to be engaged with Jasmine’s. I clear my throat and smile at the sight.

    Jasmine blushes a little when she finally notices me, and the intruder composes himself. I raise an eyebrow at them together. “Care to explain, Cindermil?” I ask, suppressing the laughter rising in my lungs.

    “Just call me Daniel,” he says, straightening himself. “I wanted to speak to you about Anderson Enterprises, and well, you weren’t home so Jasmine was keeping me company.” When he mentions Jasmine’s name a deep red flares against her olive skin.

Finally, Jasmine responds, “I’m going to leave you two to whatever you have to do. Iris, don’t do anything stupid. And Daniel, I’ll see you later.” She tosses her dark hair across her shoulder and quickly leaves the living room.

I roll my eyes at her. I couldn’t believe anyone was able to engage the bitter ambassador in conversation.


    My focus shifts to Daniel, whose eyes are still trailing behind Jasmine. “Alright ambassador, what was this you wanted to talk about?” His hand reaches up to his neck, clearly nervous that he’d been caught gawking at a girl. I take a seat across from him and hide a smirk at his embarrassment.

“I thought about your ideas about expanding into Japan. I admit, it’s a good plan. As long as long as both embassies and governments agree I will push for it.” He reaches into his briefcase for a pen and legalpad. “I have a proposal for you. Get Anderson Enterprises to craft a deal and consider it done.”

“Getting Aiden to agree won’t be too difficult. Anyone with even an ounce of common sense would take the deal.” My voice is a little hostile when I mention Aiden’s name again.

Daniel laughs at my jab. But his eyes turn hard for a moment. “Anyone with common sense and a good public image so that there is audible support. It will need to be a nationwide effort,” he adds.

I’m caught off guard by his strict warning, but I plaster a fake smile onto my face and give a small nod. He was right. If I wanted to expose Aiden, the government can’t follow through with a deal for renewable energy. Goddamnit. The ambassador looks hesitant, as if as if he wants to add something else.

But instead he stops himself. “It looks like it’s getting late. Thank you for speaking with me,” he says, exiting and giving me a firm handshake.

“Wait Daniel! How will I contact you about details?” I yell down the halls of our complex.

“Just get it from Jasmine! I gave her my phone number,” his faint voice responds. I burst out laughing hearing that Jasmine was able to get the phone number of one of the most reserved and high ranking ambassadors in the world.


    Aiden’s POV

In the lobby, when Iris leaves

    I angrily push through the vultures that call themselves journalists. The only thing I can focus on is Damon, pulling Iris away from my embrace. Her hurt eyes, her deep brown hair, and her broken expression all break away from my arms. Soon her figure was consumed by the tabloids.

“Aiden! Aiden!” Someone shouted at me, “I’m Jonathan from the New York Times! Can you comment?”

A blind rage of fury came over me. The fucking New York Times. So that’s why Damon was here. What did that bastard do?

There’s no way he was going to manipulate me again. I reject anyone’s attempt to interact with me, knowing there will another article tomorrow about how much of an asshole I am. When I finally make it to the elevator, almost trampling several intrusive people, I see Damon staring smugly at me.

My eyes glare at him with the most anger I’ve felt in my life. His actions are disgusting. Iris probably thinks that piece of trash is her saving grace.


    When I get into my penthouse I slam my briefcase against the wall. It makes a small dent, but I no longer care. Feelings are aimless, and they drive the poor souls in cycles of torment. It’s just a girl! Aiden goddamnit! Everything in my house is still the same. Except my computer.

    It’s slightly ajar. The screen is just how I left it, except there’s a new email labeled “Subj. Adaline, Day 13.” It was still unread. I checked my software firewall and something was off. It was tampered with.

    Oh shit.

    I knew what happened immediately. Iris must have jumped to conclusions, she must of thought I was stalking her. Well I supposed I was... The new email the private investigator sent me seemed urgent. I took a deep breath and scanned through it. Attached there were the court documents from fifteen years ago.

Fucking hell.

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