Chapter 290 Dawn slipped quietly through the thin fabric of the luxury tent, painting the tangled sheets in warm gold. Henry Jackson and Isabella Voss lay wrapped around each other, limbs lazy, bodies still humming from the night before. The air carried the faint sweetness of lavender massage oil mixed
Chapter 289 Warning! Explicit Content Ahead. The tent glowed softly around them, amber light spilling from hidden fixtures and stretching their shadows across the wide canvas walls. It felt less like a temporary shelter and more like a private world stitched together just for this moment—a quiet pocket where laughter
Chapter 288 They wandered into the heart of the venue, a wonderland of luxury nestled against the mountains. The paths were lined with glowing lanterns, casting a warm amber light on snow-dusted evergreens. First, they meandered to a scenic overlook, where the valley sprawled below like a jeweled carpet under
Chapter 287 The mountain tech conference sprawled across the slopes like a billionaire’s playground, all glass, steel, and impossible ambition. Snow-capped peaks loomed in the distance, stabbing into the twilight sky like jagged crowns worn by ancient gods who clearly had great taste in real estate. Inside one of the
Chapter 286 Sarai, who had been sobbing quietly, lifted her head, her green eyes flickering with a mix of hope and confusion. “Bianca… is that true? You did this to protect me? You finally gave into Mirabel’s wicked demands just because of me p> Bianca shot her a quick, reassuring
Chapter 285 The cavern carved deep inside the mountain felt less like a room and more like the digestive tract of something ancient and carnivorous. Jagged stone walls sweated endlessly, droplets falling from invisible cracks above with the steady patience of a countdown. The air was thick and wrong—stale, metallic,
Chapter 284 The cave looked like it had been designed by a depressed traffic light—everything soaked in that lazy red glow that made the wet stone sweat like it was guilty of something. Water dripped from the stalactites overhead, slow and dramatic, as if the cave itself was auditioning for
Chapter 283 In the cloaked splendor of the Monroe sisters’ tent, pitched at the ragged seam where the luxury campground kissed the mountains, celebration hung in the air like perfume sprayed over a crime scene. From the outside it looked innocent enough—just another oversized glamping palace among the pines. Inside,
Chapter 282 Room 12 was quiet in that unsettling hospital way—too clean, too bright, the fluorescent lights humming like they had something to prove. White sheets lay perfectly tucked, machines beeped with irritating confidence, and the air smelled aggressively of antiseptic. And yet, wrapped up in Rafael Vexley’s arms, Eliana
Chapter 281 The tension in the waiting tent was thick enough to choke on, a suffocating fog of unspoken accusations and raw fear that hung between Rafael Vexley and the enigmatic man known only as H. James, ever the loyal shadow, stood nearby, his wire-rimmed glasses glinting under the harsh
Chapter 280 And now, here he was, in the flesh, his face twisted with disappointment and fury. Rafael’s stomach churned with guilt, the tent’s soft lighting casting long shadows that mirrored the darkness in his heart. Eliana lay unconscious in surgery, their unborn child at risk, and H’s arrival felt
Chapter 279 The tent flap snapped open with a sharp rustle, like the crack of a whip slicing through the heavy silence. Rafael Vexley froze in his wheelchair, his breath catching in his throat. Behind the dark lenses of his shades, his steel-grey eyes widened in disbelief, the world narrowing
Chapter 278 Engines roared to life. The ambulances surged ahead, lights screaming through the darkness as the convoy tore back along the winding mountain paths toward the festival’s medical tent. Calling it a tent was a lie everyone politely agreed to ignore. This was a sprawling, state-of-the-art medical facility wrapped
Chapter 277 The conference grounds had stopped pretending to be civilized. What had once been elegant tents and polite applause had exploded into chaos—flashing emergency lights slicing through the night, voices shouting over one another, radios crackling like they were arguing with themselves. Sirens screamed somewhere down the mountain, sharp
Chapter 276 The men nodded in unison, dispersing like ghosts into the night. James placed a hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “We’ll find her, Raf. She’s resilient—your words, remember p> Rafael shrugged him off, but his voice softened fractionally. “She better be. If that bastard Jason’s involved… or Mirabel… or Sarai
Chapter 275 Midnight draped the mountain festival grounds in velvet darkness, the kind that made even luxury feel secretive. Rafael and Eliana’s tent—less “temporary shelter” and more “royal delusion made of canvas”—lay hushed beneath towering pines. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called, sounding far too judgmental for the hour,
Chapter 274 She couldn’t confront him. Not here. Not surrounded by luxury tents, wandering staff, and too many curious eyes. This place devoured privacy whole. No—she would wait until they were home, where walls were solid and lies had nowhere to echo. Still, the waiting felt unbearable. The silence pressed
Chapter 273 The luxury tent glowed like a guilty secret—lamplight softened by silk walls, the air heavy with orchids and bad intentions. The flower scented diffuser was too fragrant, almost smug about it, as if it knew exactly why they’d been invited. Mirabel Vexley lounged in a velvet armchair, queenly
Chapter 272 Mirabel’s retreat led down a quieter side trail, flanked by luxurious tents glowing faintly from within. Her breathing was sharp and uneven now, anger propelling her forward. She didn’t notice when Bianca and Sarai peeled away from the crowd. They moved smoothly, effortlessly—predators slipping from light to shadow—until
Chapter 271 The mountain air felt charged, like it was holding its breath. Lanterns dangled from overhanging branches, swaying lazily and throwing restless shadows across the narrow trail where the upper crust of the business world had assembled. The scene looked almost magical—soft light, towering pines, expensive laughter—but the tension