Chapter 45 “Seb, I think you should go,” Elara said, her eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “Given our situation, the company, the rumors, you might meet someone who could help you turn things around. We need allies right now p> Before Seb could refuse again, a small pitter-patter of

Chapter 44 The house was dead silent when Seb pushed through the front doors. The air felt stagnant, smelling of the expensive lavender candles Elara insisted on burning. She was sitting on the sofa, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, looking like a portrait of a concerned

Chapter 43 Amara took a deep breath, the scent of the city filling her lungs. She felt lighter than she had in seven years. “It doesn’t matter who it was, Seb,” she said, her voice devoid of any emotion “Amara p> Amara looked at Seb one last time. She searched

Chapter 42 The silence that followed the video was deafening. On the large screen, the truth looped: Seren lunging for Amara’s phone, missing, and deliberately throwing herself against the edge of the table to create a scene. Her scream of “No! Don’t call him! Ouch!” echoed through the lobby speakers,

Chapter 41 “Make me regret it? In what way?” Seb’s voice cracked, a desperate laugh bubbling up. “She said you pushed her,” Seb whispered, his voice trembling “Then you should wonder who taught her to say that,” Amara replied, sitting back down and picking up her pen as if he

Chapter 40 The morning light in the office was crisp and clean, reflecting off the polished glass of Amara’s desk. Amara leaned back in her chair, the steam from her coffee rising in a gentle swirl. For the first time in weeks, her mind felt quiet. The memory of Julian’s

Chapter 39 The living room was dim, lit only by a lamp in the corner. Madam Arabella Pedro was pacing, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater, but she stopped the moment Amara walked through the door. “You’re home,” Arabella said, her eyes searching Amara’s face for any sign

Chapter 38 When Amara walked back to the table, the candlelight seemed harsher than before. Jullian stood up immediately, his eyes scanning her face with an intensity that made her want to flinch. “Are you okay?” Jullian asked, his brow furrowed. He stepped toward her, his hand hovering near her

Chapter 37 The restaurant was too quiet. That was the first thing Amara noticed. The soft hum of a cello played over the speakers, and the scent of expensive lilies hung heavy in the air. Jullian sat at a corner table, the flickering flame of a single candle casting long,

Chapter 36 The air in the room didn’t just turn cold; it turned lethal. Amira pulled back from the hug, her smile twisting into something jagged and cruel. “Half-sisters, Mother,” Amira whispered, the word dripping like venom. “We might share the same face, but you and I both know the