Chapter 90 Mirabel Vexley stormed out of Rafael’s lavish bedroom like a thunderclap breaking over marble. Every strike of her heels ricocheted down the hallway—sharp, unforgiving, a sound that made even the chandeliers seem to tremble. Rage carved itself into her features, her jaw tight, her eyes burning. The silk
Chapter 89 The dim glow of the bedside lamp spilled across the room, painting everything in shades of gold and shadow. Rafael stood motionless in the bathroom doorway, breath caught in his chest, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was bare, stripped not just of clothing but of the
Chapter 88 Eliana held the phone tight to her ear, her voice only a whisper in the dim glow of her room. The blue gown from earlier still clung to her skin, silk against warmth, a reminder of the night’s chaos and everything it had stirred up inside her. Henry’s
Chapter 87 Henry’s mind reeled, his ambitious brain struggling to process the drama unfolding in her life. He paced his large living room now, the marble cold under his bare feet. “She slapped you? He hates her? She tried to kill him? God, Eliana, this sounds like something out of
Chapter 86 Eliana’s grip on the phone was so tight her fingers ached, the cold glass biting into her palm as if it were the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely. Her knuckles blanched white, a silent testament to the storm raging inside her chest. The room—spacious, gilded, flawless
Chapter 85 Eliana’s heartbeat thrashed wildly, a frantic bird battering itself against the bars of its cage. Across from her, Rafael’s thumb hovered over the glowing screen of his phone, a single motion away from unleashing consequences she couldn’t take back. His steel eyes had hardened into shards of ice,
Chapter 84 Eliana didn’t move at first. Her slender frame stood frozen, every muscle taut as Sarai’s confession poured over her like acid rain, reopening wounds she thought had scarred long ago. Each word dragged her back—to the nights she’d curled up alone, convinced she wasn’t enough; to the trust
Chapter 83 The restroom gleamed like something out of a luxury magazine—marble sinks polished to a mirror sheen, crystal chandeliers scattering soft light across every gilded surface. But the air was heavy, choking, charged with a storm that hadn’t yet broken. Eliana stood rigid in front of the mirror, her
Chapter 82 The tension at the table hung like a storm cloud about to break, heavy and electric. Unspoken words crackled in the air as Rafael sat in silence, processing Bianca’s carefully chosen words. His fingers drummed once, twice, against the white tablecloth—a rare tell, a slip betraying the fury
Chapter 81 Hours slipped away like sand through an hourglass, yet the weight of the afternoon’s revelations still clung to Eliana’s chest. By the time the sun sank low, painting the city in molten gold, a sleek black limousine glided to the entrance of La Lumière—an opulent restaurant perched on
Chapter 80 Victor’s face drained of color, his arrogance shattering like glass. He shot to his feet, knocking over his glass in the process, water spilling across the Persian rug in a dark stain. “What are you doing? You can’t—Rafael, stop this madness! People saw me come in here! The
Chapter 79 Rafael’s fingers curled hard around the armrests, the leather groaning under the pressure, but his face never wavered. He wore composure like armor—cold, unyielding, almost inhuman. The office, once a cocoon of quiet refuge, now throbbed with tension. Even the air seemed hostile, clotted with the stench of
Chapter 78 Eliana’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. “Rafael! What if someone walks in? This is your office, not… not your bedroom.” But her protest was half-hearted, laced with delight at the sheer joy radiating from him—the way his broad shoulders relaxed, his athletic frame leaning back
Chapter 77 Eliana’s hand trembled slightly as she grasped the doorknob, the cool metal grounding her against the whirlwind in her chest. The emerald dress whispered against her skin with every breath, a silken promise of something she wasn’t sure she deserved. She pushed the door open, stepping into the
Chapter 76 Eliana let out a long sigh, her chest heavy as memories surfaced. Sarai. Once her closest friend, the girl she trusted with everything—until betrayal cut their bond to pieces. And then there was Jason… his kidnapping attempt still lingered like a bruise in the back of her mind,
Chapter 75 Moonlight slipped past the heavy curtains, washing Eliana’s bedroom in soft silver. The sheets were tangled around them, Rafael’s arms still locked firmly around her like he was afraid she might vanish if he let go. He hadn’t left after his confession, his breath warmed the side of
Chapter 74 Eliana leaned in, her breath shallow, agony etching lines on her brow. “What happened three years ago? Tell me p> Rafael let out a sharp breath, his usual strength flickering as old memories clawed their way back. “Mirabel got to another caregiver,” he said, bitterness roughening his voice.
Chapter 73 The soft light coming from the bedside lamp painted the room in shadows. For all its luxury—the polished wood, the soft drapes, the sprawling bed—the Vexley estate bedroom felt less like comfort and more like a confessional. A place too heavy with truths that wanted out. Eliana sat
Chapter 72 In the dimly lit sanctuary of Eliana’s bedroom, the space around them felt smaller than ever, the shadows of the lamplight pooling in the corners like secrets that refused to stay hidden. Eliana Bennett stood by the door, her fingers twisting at the hem of her cotton nightshirt
Chapter 71 Eliana Bennett sat frozen on Rafael’s lap, her pulse thundering in her chest like it wanted to escape. His clouded eyes—eyes she had sworn were blind—locked onto hers with an intensity that robbed her lungs of air. The world seemed to shrink until it was just the two