Chapter 130 The soft hum of the air conditioner drifted through the quiet apartment, mingling with the faint, comforting scent of cinnamon tea that had long gone cold on the coffee table. The room felt still—too still. Eliana sat curled up on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, wrapped
Chapter 129 As the cab pulled away from the pastry shop, Eliana Bennett sagged into the worn leather seat like the weight of the world had finally cornered her. Her body trembled—not with the neat, controlled shivers of someone holding it together, but like a fragile leaf caught in a
Chapter 128 Rafael’s face flushed with fury, his knuckles whitening on the wheelchair arms. “Blind? That’s rich coming from you. How dare you lecture me? I’ve built an empire by seeing through people’s lies, and Eliana? She’s the queen of them. Working with Mirabel and Clara to ruin me—it’s all
Chapter 127 The autumn wind whipped through the bustling city street, carrying the faint scent of roasted coffee beans and exhaust fumes from passing cars. Eliana’s cab had already disappeared into the traffic, a fleeting yellow blur swallowed by the urban chaos. Inside the coffee shop, the patrons had returned
Chapter 126 His fingers dug into the armrests of his wheelchair, tendons straining, knuckles turning pale beneath the pressure. Betrayal burned in his chest, but he forced his face to remain composed—a mask as cold and sharp as steel. “Marc,” Rafael said, his voice smooth but venom threaded through every
Chapter 125 The morning sun bled through the cab’s grimy windows in thin, fractured beams, painting soft streaks of gold across Eliana Bennett’s face. She sat stiffly in the back seat, her slender fingers worrying the frayed hem of her sky-blue blouse. At twenty-four, Eliana carried the kind of quiet
Chapter 124 Vince squinted through binoculars. “Dunno, boss. Looks like she’s gettin’ out… wait, no, the cab’s just sittin’ there. Maybe she’s grabbin’ a snack or somethin’. Hold up—some idiot just parked right in front of us. Can’t see a damn thing p> A random sedan, sleek but scuffed at
Chapter 123 As the beautiful golden rays of morning sliced through the skyline of the restless city, Eliana Bennett stepped out of Henry’s elegant high-rise, her chest tightening with the weight of emotions she couldn’t quite untangle. The world around her was already awake—horns blaring in the distance, street vendors
Chapter 122 Two Days Earlier Across the city, in the opulent shadows of their world, Sarai Monroe and her sister Bianca had been scheming for days. For four relentless days, they’d hunted Eliana like predators stalking prey, their cunning minds fueled by envy and vengeance. Sarai, with her fierce beauty—light
Chapter 121 The city outside hummed like a living thing — restless, glowing, unaware of the quiet storm unraveling behind Henry’s high-rise windows. Through sheer curtains, the skyline blinked in and out like a constellation too close to earth. Soft, fractured light spilled across the polished floors, catching on the
Chapter 120 Henry looked up from his laptop, the faint glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes—eyes steady, resolute. “Absolutely, Eliana,” he said, his voice low but unshakable. “Look.” He angled the laptop toward her. “Your university credits are already transferred to University of London. No setbacks, no lost
Chapter 119 The late-afternoon sun bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jason Asher’s penthouse, painting the marble floors in fractured streaks of gold and shadow. The apartment—usually a temple of elegance and control—felt heavy, like the air itself held its breath. Sarai perched on the edge of the velvet couch,
Chapter 118 The words stung, reopening old wounds. This friend had been his lifeline: saving him from the accident, funding secret surgeries to restore his sight and mobility, even encouraging him to pursue Eliana romantically. Yet, in his torment, Rafael couldn’t bear the reminder. “Enough,” he growled. “I can’t talk
Chapter 117 Two Weeks Earlier — Before Eliana’s Decision to Travel to the UK The once-lively corridors of Vexley Manor had grown cold and hollow, their silence pressing down like an iron weight. Even the chandeliers, which usually glittered with arrogant brilliance, seemed dimmer that night. In his study, Rafael
Chapter 116 Tears welled in her eyes, catching the harsh light as they fell. “At first, I told myself it was just gratitude—for everything he’d done for me, for how he protected us. But it wasn’t that.” She looked up at Frank then, her eyes wide and shining with a
Chapter 115 As the door clicked softly behind Henry, the room seemed to exhale—a long, tired breath of silence that filled every corner. The faint hum of hospital machines mingled with the antiseptic scent, but even the steady beep of the heart monitor felt distant now, like the ticking of
Chapter 114 “Nervous?” he asked softly, his voice breaking the silence like a gentle chord. His tone carried warmth, but there was an undertone of something deeper—protectiveness, and affection. Eliana turned to him, caught in the kindness of his gaze. For a heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe. “A little,”
Chapter 113 Eliana froze, the words echoing in her head as if the room itself had stopped breathing. Henry Jackson had just asked her to go with him—to the UK. For a heartbeat, she couldn’t move. The offer was dazzling, almost unreal. For someone like her, it wasn’t just a
Chapter 112 Henry Jackson sat in the back of the squad car, staring out the window in disbelief, his mind a whirlwind of shock and fury. “This can’t be happening,” he whispered to himself, the cold metal of the cuffs biting into his wrists. Rafael’s reach was longer than he’d
Chapter 111 Henry Jackson’s hands tightened around the steering wheel of his black SUV, the leather creaking beneath his grip. His knuckles had gone pale, tension thrumming through every muscle as he maneuvered through the city’s morning chaos. The sun was rising high, spreading molten light across glass towers that