Chapter 230 The moon sagged low in the sky, heavy and pale like an exhausted witness, its light slipping through the lace curtains of Eliana’s bedroom and spilling across the polished floors of the Vexley mansion. Everything in the room felt still—too still. The kind of stillness that presses on
Chapter 229 After Eliana pulled herself free from Rafael’s arms, she didn’t step back immediately. She simply stood there—caught between breath and heartbeat—her entire body trembling as though the ghost of his touch still burned along her skin. It wasn’t fear exactly. It was something older, heavier… something that lived
Chapter 228 The line crackled for a second, then exploded with fury. “You son of a bitch, Rafael! Married? You got married to Eliana without so much as a goddamn whisper to me? After everything? You knew—you knew how important she is to me! I handpicked her for you, vouched
Chapter 227 Finally, the front door opened with a soft whoosh, and Eliana stepped inside. Her slender frame, with its warm brown skin and natural elegance, sagged slightly under exhaustion. Her long curly black hair falling over her shoulders, disheveled from the emotional storm. Her expressive honey-brown eyes were rimmed
Chapter 226 The Vexley estate had always worn its power like a tailored suit—impeccable, expensive, and quietly threatening. His London residence was no different, a perfect mirror of the New York mansion he’d grown up in: polished, pristine, and saturated with the kind of old-money dominance that didn’t need to
Chapter 225 The engine of Isabella’s sleek black sedan hummed softly as she navigated the bustling downtown streets, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and red against the evening sky. Henry sat in the passenger seat, his tall frame slumped against the leather upholstery, his sharp features etched
Chapter 224 “Your mind was a battlefield. Flashbacks, panic attacks, days when you couldn’t breathe without shaking. And I was there. I sat through every therapy session, every uncomfortable silence in those sterile little rooms while you tried to stitch your soul back together. I never left. I didn’t even
Chapter 223 The opulent sanctuary of Sarai Monroe’s private hostel room felt less like a retreat and more like a velvet-wrapped trap. Every inch of it shimmered with the curated ambition of a rising fashion icon—glossy Milan Fashion Week posters, a perfectly arranged wall of Chanel and Dior mood boards,
Chapter 222 Henry Jackson stood frozen in the middle of Isabella Voss’s guest bedroom, his world still reeling from the bombshell she’d just dropped. The air was thick with the scent of lavender, meant to calm, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside him. His hands trembled
Chapter 221 The moment Henry stepped inside, a chill ran down his spine. The air felt wrong—stale, empty, devoid of the warmth that had defined this place. The living room, once cluttered with Eliana’s books and her father’s old chess set, was barren. No cozy throw blankets on the sofa,
Chapter 220 Rafael’s lips tugged into a slow, calculated smirk—one that carried more bite than amusement. But his steel-grey eyes betrayed him for a single flicker, revealing the bruised echo of a boy who had grown up starved of affection, starved of safety. “Everything you’ve done?” he repeated softly, dangerously.
Chapter 219 The study in Rafael’s London home was a sanctuary carved out of mahogany and quiet power—a temporary stronghold compared to the sprawling mansion he owned in New York, but still a room that carried weight. London lacked the dramatic skyline and glittering nightscape of Manhattan, yet the space
Chapter 218 Eliana leaned back, her full lips pressing into a thin line. “I loved that house,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone, her kind-hearted nature warring with the pain. “Henry got it for us—for me, Papa, and him. We were supposed to start fresh here in London, away
Chapter 217 In the lavish confines of her London hotel suite, where the scent of fresh lilies mingled with the faint aroma of her expensive perfume, Mirabel Vexley paced furiously across the plush carpet. The Thames outside her window sparkled mockingly under the late afternoon sun, but her world had
Chapter 216 Another reporter, a woman with a sharp bob haircut, piped up from the front. “Why such a simple courthouse wedding, Mr. Vexley? You’re a billionaire—most people in your position go for lavish affairs with celebrities and yachts. What made you choose this p> Eliana fielded this one, her
Chapter 215 The opulent suite of the five-star London hotel glittered around her, but Mirabel Vexley barely registered a thing. Luxury had always been her language, her armor, her throne—but right now, every polished surface felt like a mirror reflecting her unraveling. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Thames glided by
Chapter 214 Eliana plastered a sweet, radiant smile on her face, her honey eyes sparkling with feigned joy. It was a mask so convincing it sent a chill down Rafael’s spine—he’d seen her genuine smiles, the ones that lit up rooms like sunshine, but this? This was calculated, a performance
Chapter 213 The tinted windows of the sleek black car muted the chaos outside, turning the world into a blur of flashing cameras and hungry voices. To the reporters swarming the courthouse steps, Eliana Bennett and Rafael Vexley were just another headline waiting to happen. But inside the car, shielded
Chapter 212 Rafael’s steel eyes widened in panic, his commanding presence fracturing under the weight of her accusations. He raised his hands placatingly, his voice rushing out in a torrent, sarcasm abandoned for raw honesty. “Eliana, no—wait, that’s not how it was at all. Please, hear me out. When I
Chapter 211 The sleek black car slipped through the city like a shadow, its polished body drinking in sunlight and ignoring the curious glances bouncing off its tinted windows. The outside world was loud—horns blaring, vendors calling out, the chaotic rhythm of life—but inside, silence sat between the passengers like