Chapter 170 The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air inside Green Hearts Hospital, mingling with the faint sweetness of the flowers Eliana cradled in her arms. London had been quiet that morning—cold sunlight spilling over the misty streets—as she stood outside those glass doors, summoning the courage to
Chapter 169 Mirabel slipped into her private office, the heavy oak door shutting behind her with a resonant click—final, deliberate, like the closing of a vault. The air inside was cool and still, perfumed faintly with sandalwood and ambition. Velvet curtains framed the glittering cityscape beyond, its neon veins pulsing
Chapter 168 In the opulent boardroom of Vexley Holdings, high above the restless pulse of New York City, the air was heavy with polished mahogany, burnt cigar smoke, and unspoken resentment. Sunlight poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, slicing the room into stripes of gold and shadow that fell across a sprawling
Chapter 167 “Of course I do,” Eliana shot back, her voice rising, the words trembling between anger and hurt. “I saw him with my own two eyes, Henry. He could barely move. It wasn’t some act—I felt it. When I helped him back to bed, his body was trembling. You
Chapter 166 The late afternoon sun hung low over the London skyline, painting the city in molten gold and shadow. The hospital’s glass windows caught the light, glimmering like fragments of fading hope, while the steady hum of traffic filled the air. Eliana Bennett walked beside her father, her arm
Chapter 165 She wheeled him out into the VIP corridor, the wheels whispering over the plush carpet. James trailed discreetly behind, his face beaming like a proud parent watching a reconciliation. The hallway opened to a private garden terrace, where potted ferns swayed in the breeze, and the distant hum
Chapter 164 The atmosphere in the VIP room felt heavy — a mix of sterilized chill and the kind of regret that clings to silence. The soft, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the gaps between their words, steady yet cruel, reminding them both how fragile everything had become.
Chapter 163 The VIP room felt less like a sanctuary and more like a gilded cage—quiet, polished, suffocating. The soft lighting glowed against the ivory walls, stretching shadows into elegant shapes that whispered of money and power. Beyond the panoramic windows, the Thames shimmered under the midday sun, a living
Chapter 162 The hum of the hospital reception was cold and sterile, a constant drone that pressed against Eliana’s ears like a swarm of restless bees. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and something sharper—like metal and worry. People moved around her in muted rhythm: the squeak of rubber soles
Chapter 161 They settled into the Kensington house that afternoon, a grand but unassuming Victorian townhouse with ivy climbing its brick facade and wrought-iron gates that creaked softly in the wind. Inside, it was a fortress of technology: hidden cameras, encrypted lines, and a study overlooking manicured gardens where Rafael
Chapter 160 The private jet tore through the clouds like a silver blade, sleek and purposeful against the endless stretch of blue. Inside, the cabin was a world apart—quiet, cocooned in opulence. Cream leather seats gleamed under the soft glow of ambient lighting, the faint scent of cedar and expensive
Chapter 159 The plane had touched down in London three months ago, but to Eliana Bennett, it felt like a lifetime had passed since they left the chaos of their old world behind. The quiet suburb of Hampstead, with its tree-lined streets and charming Victorian houses, had welcomed them like
Chapter 158 The room erupted into chaos. Celina burst into tears, her mascara streaking as she wailed, “Stop it! Both of you! This is so embarrassing. Mom, if you care so much about this Eliana, why’d you leave her in the first place? And Dad, yelling isn’t helping p> Caleb
Chapter 157 The luxurious dining room of the Vexley mansion’s smaller wing gleamed under the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, its facets creating fractured rainbows across the shiny mahogany table. Yet, the room was thick with tension, a storm brewing amid the clink of silverware and the distant hum
Chapter 156 The relentless tick of the antique clock in Rafael Vexley’s sprawling study seemed to mock the passage of time, each second stretching into an eternity of fruitless searching. Three weeks had slipped by like sand through clenched fists—twenty-one agonizing days where every lead on Eliana Bennett evaporated into
Chapter 155 One evening, as rain lashed the mansion’s windows, a knock echoed through the grand foyer. James had just left Rafael’s office and heading towards the living room when the knock came. His hesitated for a beat before crossing the hall, his footsteps soft against the Persian rug. When
Chapter 154 The sterile hum of the hospital room had become a monotonous backdrop to James’s vigil. Twenty-four hours had ticked by agonizingly slow since he’d placed that fateful call to his trusted investigator. Rafael lay in the bed, his once-imposing frame now subdued by the sedatives, his chiseled features
Chapter 153 The metallic tang of blood filled the air, sharp and cold, mingling with the scent of burnt rubber. Henry’s heart pounded against his ribs as his trembling hands pressed against the woman’s shoulder. “Hold on, Ruth. Help’s coming,” he said, his voice shaking but steady enough to mask
Chapter 152 Rewind: The Moments Before Eliana Left for the UK Seven days earlier, the city throbbed with its usual chaos—honking horns, glowing billboards, the steady hum of life that never seemed to pause. But for Henry Jackson, the noise barely registered. The world around him felt strangely still, as
Chapter 151 Bianca stepped closer, her perfume—a cloying mix of jasmine and ambition—wafting over James. “Darling James, be reasonable. He’s just lost the love of his life. And that baby… oh, the tragedy.” Her voice trembled artfully, but James saw through it, the way her fingers flexed as if already