Chapter 338 Harlan didn’t know her name, but the honey eyes, the lips, the pregnant swell— it was her, the woman Rafael had poured his soul out about on that windswept cliff. “Easy now, miss,” he said, his gravelly voice a soothing rumble, guiding her to the chair beside the

Chapter 337 The late afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, over the parking lot of Vexley Memorial Hospital, where the sleek black sedan sat like a sentinel of secrets. The air outside hummed with the distant wail of an ambulance, a stark reminder of life’s fragility, mingling with the

Chapter 336 “James, where are we going?” Eliana asked after a few minutes, her voice edged with impatience. She leaned forward, her honey-brown eyes fixed on the back of his head through the rearview mirror. “This isn’t the way to any of his offices or safe houses. And you’re driving

Chapter 335 The Vexley mansion’s sitting room had always looked like it belonged in a magazine—one of those impossibly perfect spreads where nothing was ever out of place and nobody had real problems. Plush cream armchairs sat primly beneath oil paintings of landscapes so peaceful they almost felt smug about

Chapter 334 The sterile hush of Vexley Memorial Hospital’s private wing enveloped the room like a heavy shroud, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors tracking Rafael Vexley’s fragile hold on life. Hours had crawled by since the surgery—tense, agonizing hours where every tick of the clock felt like

Chapter 333 Shallow, but steady,” Harlan replied, already hoisting Rafael’s unconscious form with surprising strength for his age. He half-carried, half-dragged the taller man toward the Ferrari, grunting with effort. “Pale as a ghost, though. That venom’s movin’ quick—maybe the alcohol’s acceleratin’ it. I’m puttin’ the address in the GPS

Chapter 332 The sun hung higher now, casting a golden glow over the rugged cliffside, where the ocean’s roar below seemed to mock the fragility of human plans. Rafael Vexley, the enigmatic billionaire whose life was a tapestry of secrets and power, clutched his ankle in agony, the snake’s bite

Chapter 331 The first rays of dawn pierced through the haze of Rafael Vexley’s hangover, painting the rugged cliffside in hues of gold and crimson. The air was crisp, laced with the salty tang of the ocean far below, where waves crashed relentlessly against jagged rocks. Rafael stirred, his tall,

Chapter 330 The living room was a ghost town too, its sprawling elegance with plush velvet sofas and a crackling fireplace that threw dancing shadows across the walls, but no one to warm up to it. He tore through the gym with its gleaming equipment, the library stacked floor-to-ceiling with

Chapter 329 The sun crept higher over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the rugged cliffside where Rafael lay sprawled like a broken marionette, his tall, athletic frame limp against the coarse gravel and tufts of wild grass. The ocean below roared its eternal symphony, waves smashing against jagged