Chapter 150 The sterile hum of the hospital lobby faded into a distant echo as paramedics and nurses swiftly wheeled the unconscious Rafael Vexley through the double doors leading to the VIP wing. His tall frame slumped lifelessly in the wheelchair, his dark hair matted against his sweat-dampened forehead, and
Chapter 149 In the sterile glow of the hospital lobby, where the air hung heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the muffled echoes of distant footsteps, the group stood frozen in a tableau of shattering grief. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like a swarm of indifferent insects, brightening
Chapter 148 The black luxury sedan sliced through the evening like a shadow fleeing from its own darkness, its tires humming urgently against the asphalt. The time read 6:45 PM on the car’s dash board. Inside, Rafael Vexley sat rigid in the back seat, his tall frame coiled with tension
Chapter 147 Rafael’s world tilted—then shattered like glass. Henry Jackson. The name hit him like a blow to the chest. Him again?! He was there? Of course he was. The man who always lingered near Eliana every time Rafael saw her, his presence too casual to be innocent. The same
Chapter 146 “Trust you?” Rafael chuckled darkly, the sound devoid of humor. “That’s rich, coming from you two. But fine—let’s say I believe you. What hospital? Think hard p> Bianca leaned in, her smirk barely contained. “We told you, we don’t know. That’s why we’re here, begging for your help.
Chapter 145 Rafael’s mind spun, memories flashing like jagged shards of glass. Six days ago—yes, that was the day Eliana had ventured out to the pastry shop, meeting with James on that very route. The same day Rafael made the biggest mistake of his life. Now these two showed up—Sarai
Chapter 144 In the dim amber light of his study, Rafael Vexley sat perfectly still, his gaze locked on the security tablet before him. The bluish glow of the screen cast faint shadows across his chiseled features, sharpening the hard line of his jaw as his steel-gray eyes narrowed. There
Chapter 143 Back in the secluded wing of the mansion that Rafael called his own, Rafael paced like a caged lion. The room smelled of aged whiskey and lingering cigar smoke, the dim lamps creating dancing shadows that mirrored his turmoil. He had dismissed Celina and Caleb to the hospital
Chapter 142 The once-majestic calm of the Vexley mansion shattered into chaos. The glittering chandeliers above still glowed with their usual opulence, but beneath them, panic reigned. Mirabel Vexley lay sprawled across the polished marble floor, her silk gown blooming around her like the fragile wings of a fallen bird.
Chapter 141 Rafael’s smirk deepened, satisfaction blooming in his chest like a rare flower in barren soil. He wheeled closer, his voice steady and unrelenting, each word a deliberate strike. “I know a lot about you, Mirabel. More than you ever imagined. Let’s start with the basics, shall we? Mirabel,
Chapter 140 The luxurious living room of the Vexley mansion’s smaller wing seemed to hold its breath, as though the walls themselves were bracing for impact. The entire room was heavy with the scent of Mirabel’s signature perfume—rich notes of jasmine and vanilla weaving through the room like silk ribbons,
Chapter 139 James arrived moments later, his face etched with the same weariness that mirrored Rafael’s. The loyal assistant nodded, no questions asked, as they strode out into the bustling city streets. The drive to the Vexley estate was a blur of honking traffic and flashing lights, the opulent mansion
Chapter 138 In the dim, golden haze of his office, where the city skyline sprawled beyond the glass like a glittering web of secrets and betrayal, Rafael Vexley sat slumped over his desk, shoulders rigid beneath the weight of too many sleepless nights. The sharp, steel-grey of his eyes—once bright
Chapter 137 He tried again, his pulse racing, but the same message repeated, cold and impersonal. Frustration boiled over, and he switched to texting: “Eliana, I’m ready to talk. Call me as soon as you get this. We need to discuss everything.” He hit send, watching the delivery status. Undelivered.
Chapter 136 Rafael Vexley stood rooted to the polished marble floor of his corner office, a fortress of glass and steel high above the restless city. The skyline stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows—towers of light stitched together like a glittering web, beautiful and treacherous all at once. A low
Chapter 135 Rafael and James pulled up to the towering glass fortress of the headquarters, the car gliding to a smooth halt as a valet in a crisp black uniform stepped forward to take the keys. The building rose above them like a monument of power—sleek, cold, and breathtaking. Inside,
Chapter 134 The morning sun spilled a molten gold over the city skyline and gilding glass towers. But James Harding barely registered the beauty of it. His grip on the steering wheel of his sleek gray Audi A7 was tight, knuckles pale, every muscle in his jaw locked in quiet
Chapter 133 Meanwhile, yesterday, after that fateful phone call with Eliana at the pastry shop—where her voice had trembled with a mix of desperation and quiet resolve—Rafael Vexley found himself unraveling. The words she had spoken echoed in his mind like a relentless storm: her pleas for him to listen,
Chapter 132 As the weight of the evening settled over Henry’s apartment like a heavy fog, Eliana pulled back from their embrace, her arms lingering for just a moment longer on his broad shoulders. The air was thick with unspoken sorrows—Henry’s from the accident he’d witnessed, and hers from the
Chapter 131 Henry brushed past her quietly and dropped his bag on the counter with a dull thud. His shoulders were tense, hands slightly unsteady as he raked them through his already messy hair. A rough breath escaped him—long and uneven, like it had been sitting in his chest all