Chapter 70 In the hushed opulence of Rafael Vexley’s bedroom, silence wasn’t empty—it was weighted, alive, as though the walls themselves held their breath. The air carried his signature—sandalwood, rich and smoky—yet beneath it lingered something sharper, restless, like a storm pacing the edge of release. The room was every

Chapter 69 The fountain in the alcove kept trickling in the background, its steady sound filling the silence between Eliana and Henry. Neither of them spoke for a while—ten minutes, maybe more. Her head stayed against his shoulder, and his arm stayed firmly around her, like he was afraid to

Chapter 68 Eliana Bennett lifted her head slowly, her cheeks streaked with tears, her honey eyes still glassy from crying. Through the blur, she focused on the man in front of her. The little alcove off the hospital corridor suddenly felt smaller, the faint trickle of the fountain outside fading

Chapter 67 The clean black sedan glided smoothly along the winding roads leading away from the Vexley mansion, dark windows hiding its passengers from the afternoon sun. In the back seat, Eliana leaned into the leather, eyes fixed on the blur of manicured lawns and bursting gardens outside. They looked

Chapter 66 Eliana Bennett stirred awake in the dim glow of the master suite, her lashes fluttering against the light seeping through the expensive curtains. The afternoon sun crept in stubborn streaks, breaking the shadows with soft golden lines. Her body felt heavy, cocooned in warmth she wasn’t ready to

Chapter 65 Rafael Vexley drifted into sleep with Eliana comfortably nestled in his arms, her warmth calming him in a way nothing else ever had. Her breathing fell into rhythm with his, steady and quiet—like the first song he’d ever trusted. The velvet curtains muted the moonlight into soft silver

Chapter 64 The sleek black Mercedes rolled up the long, sweeping drive of Rafael Vexley’s estate, its headlights cutting pale ribbons through the thinning night. Dawn was breaking, staining the sky with strokes of soft pinks and golds, but Rafael barely noticed. To him, the world outside the tinted glass

Chapter 63 Sarai and Bianca stood frozen in the dusty clearing outside the abandoned warehouse, unable to tear their eyes from the intimate scene unfolding before them. The moon loomed high and silver, spilling its glow over the sleek black cars that ringed the lot like watchful predators. The night

Chapter 62 The sleek black sports car sliced through the night like a shadow, its engine humming with restrained power as Bianca navigated the winding backroads leading to the abandoned warehouse on the city’s outskirts. Fifteen minutes had felt like an eternity, each mile amplifying Sarai’s nervous fidgeting in the

Chapter 61 Bianca gazed at Sarai with a loving smile, her sharp green eyes softening in that rare, sisterly way that always melted the ice between them. The fight between them still clung to the air, heavy and stubborn, but she let out a quiet breath and unfolded her arms.

Chapter 60 Bianca Monroe’s apartment was the kind of place that felt more like a stage than a home—every detail curated to perfection, every corner dripping with money and taste. But tonight, despite the soft glow of scented candles flickering from their crystal holders, the atmosphere was thick and unsettled.

Chapter 59 The night outside was heavy and endless, the kind that seemed to swallow every bit of light. The SUV sped through the darkness, headlights flashing past the occasional streetlamp before everything fell back into shadow again. Eliana sat in the backseat, her hands behind her back, were pulled

Chapter 58 Four days ago, before the shadowy SUV swallowed Eliana Bennett into the night, Jason Asher’s penthouse was still buzzing from the fallout of his brutal rejection of Sarai’s pregnancy. Sarai Monroe had stormed away, fury and heartbreak dripping from every step, and vanished into the sanctuary of her

Chapter 57 The Vexley estate, usually so perfectly controlled and intimidating, felt strangely empty that night. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful, but heavy—like the whole house was holding its breath. Outside, the moon hung low against the dark sky, its silver glow spilling across the neat lawns and

Chapter 56 The moon sagged low in the sky, a pale silver disc hovering above the Vexley estate like it was standing guard. Its glow spilled over the sculpted lawns and the endless hedges trimmed so perfectly they looked unnatural, hemming in the mansion like a fortress. The estate slept,

Chapter 55 Jason Asher’s penthouse felt like it was shrinking in around him, the glass walls looked cold and suffocating while the city lights twinkled mockingly through the floor-to-ceiling windows like distant stars indifferent to the chaos unfolding below. Jason stood rigid, his hazel eyes narrowed into slits of fury

Chapter 54 The penthouse at the very top of Asher Tower was everything Jason Asher had ever wanted people to see him in—sleek, expensive, untouchable. The palace of glass and stone towered above the city, its walls of windows flooding the marble floors with sunlight that felt more like a

Chapter 53 Eliana stormed down the vast corridor of the Vexley estate, each step cracking against the marble like a drumbeat of defiance. The lilies arranged in tall crystal vases perfumed the air with sweetness, but the scent only made her angrier—beauty laid over a prison, elegance disguising chains. Her

Chapter 52 The Vexley mansion stretched across the horizon like something torn from a painting—grand, cold, untouchable. Under the bruised indigo sky, its spires pierced upward like watchtowers, the ivy creeping over stone walls as though even nature longed to claim it back. The lawns were trimmed to perfection, not

Chapter 51 Rafael Vexley still sat by the fountain, his wheelchair perfectly still, the cool spray from the water brushing his face. Each drop felt like a cruel reminder of the time he nearly drowned. The choice he had to make pressed down on him like an anchor: Eliana had