Chapter 210 Unbeknownst to Henry and Isabella, shadows lurked outside the penthouse building. Henry’s bodyguards, a new team of four elite professionals trained by the Jackson family —Matthew and Theo were still at the hospital because of the earlier hit and run caused by Mirabel—had been shadowing him discreetly as
Chapter 209 The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isabella Voss’s penthouse, turning every surface into something out of a glossy magazine spread. Warm gold light slid across the marble counters, kissed the velvet sofas, and shimmered over the quiet luxury that seemed to breathe on its own.
Chapter 208 Henry Jackson leaned against the doorframe, tears streaming down his bloodied face. “Isabella… I… I didn’t know where else to go. She… she broke me p> Isabella’s heart clenched. This man, a stranger turned protector, now stood before her like a wounded animal. Henry had listened, comforted her
Chapter 207 Henry burst out of the hospital room like he was escaping a burning building, except the flames were inside him. His eyes were wet and blurry, making the corridor warp and twist as he stumbled forward. The fluorescent lights above buzzed sharply—too bright, too loud—like they were mocking
Chapter 206 Eliana’s heart twisted at Henry’s words, each syllable tugging at the delicate threads of their shared past. She pushed herself a little higher against the pillows, their thin fabric rustling softly as she adjusted. Her hospital gown slipped off one shoulder, exposing a sliver of warm skin to
Chapter 205 Henry couldn’t believe his ears. The words that had just slipped from Eliana’s lips—steady, deliberate, almost ceremonial—hung in the hospital room like the smoke after a gunshot. Marry Rafael? The billionaire recluse who’d spent months pulling her strings, tightening them until she could barely breathe? His mind lurched,
Chapter 204 Rafael Vexley cleared his throat, his tone dripping with feigned graciousness. “Well, since our knight in shining armor has arrived, perhaps I should give you two some space. Wouldn’t want to intrude on good friends catching up.” Internally, he gritted his teeth, the words tasting like ash. He
Chapter 203 Henry Jackson stood frozen in his bedroom, the cracked screen of his spare phone staring up at him from the floor like a mocking eye. The word “accident” echoed in his skull, a thunderclap that drowned out everything else. How could he have been so blind—so utterly, unforgivably
Chapter 202 Eliana Bennett sighed, her gaze drifting to the window where the afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, forming golden stripes across the floor. Five months ago, the idea of marrying Rafael would have filled her with joy—unfettered, passionate, without strings. Now, it was a tool, a weapon in
Chapter 201 In the dim glow of Eliana’s hospital room, where the sterile scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint beep of monitors, Rafael Vexley sat frozen in his wheelchair, his steel eyes—pretending to be clouded—widening in disbelief. The words Eliana had just uttered hung in the air like a
Chapter 200 Rafael Vexley’s shoulders shook, not with anger this time, but with a grief so deep it left him trembling. James stepped closer, the harsh hospital light catching on the worry etched across his face, but he didn’t speak. There were no words that could dull this kind of
Chapter 199 The sterile hum of the hospital room droned on like a cold, unfeeling anthem, interrupted only by the rhythmic beeping of monitors struggling to keep pace with Eliana’s fragile pulse. Harsh fluorescent light washed the walls in a muted glow, but nothing softened the heaviness in the air.
Chapter 198 Eliana didn’t hear them. Or maybe she did, but her mind refused to absorb anything except the horrifying image of her father’s still form being lifted from the ground. Her handbag lay a few feet away, buzzing with a text from an unknown number—its screen lighting up, unnoticed,
Chapter 197 Eliana’s knees hit the pavement with a crack, the cold concrete biting through her skin as her entire body folded over her father’s fallen form. She clutched him like a fragile lifeline, her slender frame trembling uncontrollably, collapsing over him the way a flower bows under the weight
Chapter 196 Eliana Bennett’s home was a haven of warmth amid the chill of the morning, its nice blue door flanked by potted plants that her father, Frank, tended with loving care despite his frailty. Inside, the air smelled of fresh coffee and toast, a simple breakfast Eliana had prepared
Chapter 195 The luxurious hotel lobby gleamed like something out of a dream—crystal chandeliers scattering tiny rainbows across the marble floors, soft jazz murmuring through hidden speakers, and wealthy guests murmuring over cappuccinos as if drama didn’t dare exist in their world. But it did. And in the center of
Chapter 194 “You bitch! You’re ruining everything over some paranoia?” Logan’s shout echoed, but Isabella ended the call mid-rant, her hands trembling slightly as she dialed her lawyers next. “Mr. Nathan? It’s Isabella Voss. Prepare for war. My fiancé—ex-fiancé—was plotting my murder. I need restraining orders, asset freezes, everything. Police
Chapter 193 The morning sun sliced through the thick hotel drapes like it had a personal vendetta, spilling harsh gold light over the tangled sheets of Isabella Voss’s penthouse suite. It illuminated everything Henry Jackson wished he could blur out—the clothes scattered across the floor, the faint heat still clinging
Chapter 192 Meanwhile, in her smaller, cozy home on the city’s quieter edge, Eliana Bennett huddled on the edge of her bed, her slender frame trembling beneath a worn blanket. Her warm brown skin glistened with the remnants of tears, and her long hair falling messily over her shoulders. The
Chapter 191 In the opulent study of his Kensington home, Rafael Vexley paced with the restless fury of an angry lion. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, broken only by the warm, trembling glow of the crystal chandelier overhead. Each step he took was sharp, controlled, yet reckless