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

Chapter 328 The words hit Eliana like lightning cracking open a midnight sky. For a second, she honestly wondered if she’d imagined them—if her brain had finally decided to give up and start hallucinating for entertainment. But no. Rafael stood right there, large as life and twice as dramatic, looking

Chapter 327 The door creaked open in the dim haze of dawn, revealing Rafael sprawled on the cold marble floor like a fallen king, his once-impeccable designer suit rumpled and his dark wavy hair disheveled across his forehead. His steel-grey eyes, sharp and piercing snapped open at the sound, locking

Chapter 326 The grand hallways of the Vexley estate, usually alive with the subtle hum of servants and the distant chime of antique clocks, felt oppressively silent that night. Eliana Bennett stormed through them like a tempest, her slender frame cutting through the shadows cast by the ornate chandeliers. Her

Chapter 325 In the dimly lit master suite of the Vexley mansion, where the flickering fireplace cast long, wavering shadows across the silk-draped bed and gilded walls, Rafael Vexley clung to Eliana Bennett like a man adrift in a stormy sea. His strong arms, usually so commanding and unyielding, trembled

Chapter 324 In the grand Vexley mansion, where shadows danced along the ornate hallways like whispers of forgotten secrets, Rafael Vexley guided his beloved wife Eliana Bennett up the sweeping staircase. The air was thick with the remnants of the day’s emotional storm—the confrontation with Celine and Caleb still echoed

Chapter 323 The grand entrance of the Vexley mansion stood frozen in a tableau of shock, the midday sun casting long shadows across the marble steps where the confrontation had erupted like a sudden storm. Celina clutched her reddened cheek, her glamorous makeup smeared by fresh tears, her designer dress

Chapter 322 The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite at the tech conference grounds, casting a golden hue over the scattered remnants of the previous night’s chaos. Rafael Vexley stood by the window, his steel eyes—sharp and unclouded—scanning the bustling grounds below where attendees were

Chapter 321 Edward, built like a solid oak tree with his sleeves rolled up to show off those farmer’s arms and a wry smile that said he’d seen it all, let out a soft chuckle that rumbled from his chest. “Aye, love, but the proof’s in the pudding. Let’s see

Chapter 320 The first blush of dawn snuck through the massive glass walls of Isabella’s swanky penthouse tower, stretching lazy shadows across the gleaming marble lobby like fingers reaching for the last bit of night. Henry Jackson had been parked there all damn night, crumpled in one of those unforgiving

Chapter 319 Isabella’s composure did not survive the thought any longer. Her breath hitched, sharply this time, and the tears came again—slower than before, heavier. They slipped down her cheeks and gathered at her jaw, falling one by one onto her clasped hands. When she spoke, her voice fractured, each

Chapter 318 The hills rolled in patient waves beneath the dying sun, layered in shades of moss and gold, as if someone had dragged a wet brush across the horizon and forgotten to lift it. Ancient oaks stood like old sentinels, their branches crooked with age and memory, leaves whispering

Chapter 317 Eliana was already in motion, crossing the space between them before the echo of his last breath had even settled. “Henry,” she said softly, his name threaded with urgency as her hand lifted on instinct, hovering near his arm as if she could steady him by touch alone.

Chapter 316 The night had sharpened its teeth by the time Rafael’s convoy peeled away from the conference grounds. The luxury tents—once blazing with chandeliers and laughter and the low hum of powerful people pretending they weren’t afraid—fell behind them, shrinking into soft pinpricks of gold against the dark. From

Chapter 315 The grand conference tent was glowing, but for the first time since the day began, the light didn’t feel harsh. Under the hum of the crystal chandeliers, the air smelled like a mix of expensive rosemary and the kind of relief you can only taste after a long

Chapter 314 The grand hall of the Vexley International Conference Center was no longer just buzzing—it was vibrating on the edge of collective meltdown. The air carried an expensive cocktail of designer perfume, nervous sweat, and scandal-in-progress. Velvet-upholstered chairs stretched endlessly, packed tight with the powerful and the curious: billionaires

Chapter 313 Charles Vexley looked like a man watching his past detonate. His face drained of color, logic scrambling to keep up. “Mirabel… I—I didn’t even know you were gone,” he stammered, turning to Rafael. “But these… these attempts—are you saying this is true p> Rafael didn’t hesitate. “Oh, it’s

Chapter 312 The grand conference hall of the tech summit didn’t just buzz—it vibrated, like the building itself had plugged into a live wire. Towering screens flanked the stage, blasting every twitch of expression to a global audience while live comments poured down the feeds like digital confetti from a

Chapter 311 “H—Kenneth,” Rafael Vexley said, shaking his head. “This is too much. Your empire? I’m already drowning in billions. I don’t p> “Nonsense, boy,” Kenneth cut in with a warm chuckle, waving a dismissive hand like he was offering an extra slice of cake, not a small continent’s worth