Chapter 190 Eliana’s hand shook as she gripped the phone tighter, her knuckles turning pale. Tears welled in her expressive eyes, but she blinked them back, her voice rising with a mix of anger and fear. “You’re insane! Henry hasn’t done anything to you. And neither have I. What do
Chapter 189 The soft glow of the bedside lamp washed over Eliana’s room, stretching warm light across the familiar posters and framed memories on her walls. Shadows danced lazily around the edges, turning her once-comforting space into something half-dream, half-ghost. The balcony doors were cracked open just enough for the
Chapter 188 Rafael’s face crumpled for a split second, the cold, calculating CEO mask cracking to reveal the lonely man beneath. He leaned back against the pillows, feigning the weakness of his ’disabled’ state, but his voice was urgent, laced with genuine plea. “Eliana, at least think about it. For
Chapter 187 Eliana Bennett’s heart hammered so violently she could feel the pulse in her throat, like her body was warning her to run even as her feet refused to move. Rafael’s hand closed around her wrist—not harshly, but with a kind of desperate insistence that made her breath hitch.
Chapter 186 The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, shattering the quiet. Eliana’s honey eyes widened in disbelief, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear a haze from her vision, her slender body going rigid against his. “What… what did you
Chapter 185 The hospital room was dim, washed in that tired glow only fluorescent bulbs could manage—half-awake, half-alive. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of everything that had just been said. Not the explosive kind of revelation, but the slow, soul-deep kind that leaves a person shaken long
Chapter 184 Rafael’s lips quirked into a faint, wry smile, though his heart pounded with the weight of what might come. He turned his head slightly toward her, as if guided by sound alone. “See? The lady speaks sense. James, whatever it is, say it in front of Eliana. I’m
Chapter 183 An hour had melted away in the quiet gravity of the hospital room — that strange, suspended kind of hour that feels both endless and fleeting. The air hung heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the low hum of machines, their soft beeps deliberately muted at
Chapter 182 Isabella arched into his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers explored, slipping beneath the fabric to caress her breasts. She didn’t correct him; the name was a shield, allowing her to surrender without vulnerability. Her own hands roamed lower, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease, the metallic
Chapter 181 The Mercedes purred through the rain-slicked streets of London, its tires whispering secrets to the asphalt as the city lights smeared into golden streaks outside the tinted windows. Inside, the air was thick with the remnants of whiskey and unspoken regrets, a heady cocktail that blurred the lines
Chapter 180 Henry let out a humorless laugh, the kind that barely reached his eyes. He gestured for another drink, and the bartender slid a glass of whiskey across the counter — smooth, amber, and familiar, like an old friend who never asked questions. He swirled it once before speaking,
Chapter 179 The pub breathed like a living thing—thick with smoke, regret, and the scent of stale ale that clung to every splintered inch of wood. Lanterns hung low, their dim orange light wavering across the battered bar top, turning half-empty bottles into little glass relics of better nights. Outside,
Chapter 178 Henry swallowed hard, his throat tight with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. He tried to steady the tremor in his voice, to cage the storm twisting violently in his chest. “I’m so damn glad you’re safe, Eliana,” he breathed, each word weighted with relief and fear.
Chapter 177 The roar of London’s restless night pulsed around the wreckage, a chaotic symphony of honking horns, murmured shock, and the metallic groan of crushed steel. The black SUV lay twisted under the jaundiced glow of the streetlamps, its frame bent and broken like a wounded animal gasping for
Chapter 176 Meanwhile, in the winding, cobblestone charm of Kensington, dusk had settled like silk. The golden streetlamps flickered to life, their glow painting soft halos across the damp pavement. Eliana stepped out of Le Jardin Secret, her breath catching in the cool London air. The dinner had left a
Chapter 175 Back in Time A week earlier— Rafael Vexley sat in the corner of his penthouse office like a man carved from shadow and glass. The city lights bled through floor-to-ceiling windows, throwing long, cruel reflections across the polished mahogany of his desk. He leaned forward, elbows braced, grey
Chapter 174 Eliana pushed back her chair with a scrape that echoed through the alcove, the sound cutting through the tension like glass. Her legs felt unsteady, but her resolve was ironclad. She stood, her soft heart-shaped face set in determination, her black coat brushing against the table as she
Chapter 173 The candlelight wavered softly, like molten gold across the white linen tablecloth and painting restless shadows that danced like echoes of Eliana Bennett’s heart. In the secluded alcove of Le Jardin Secret, every detail seemed calculated to deceive the senses — the delicate perfume of jasmine drifting from
Chapter 172 Mirabel extended a gloved hand, the gesture poised somewhere between desperation and performance. “Eliana, please,” she said softly, her voice trembling with carefully measured sorrow. “I’ve come all this way… we need to talk. Just a few minutes. For old times’ sake?” Her lips curved into something that
Chapter 171 The Vexley’s private jet sliced through the clouds like a silver dagger — quiet, relentless — carrying Mirabel across the Atlantic with that calm, dangerous grace of someone who always gets what she wants. From up here London was a patchwork of light and history, the city where