The weight of the recent revelations was bearing down on Furina like a leaden cloud. Every time she tried to focus on something else, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to Yvette, to the ominous hints she had dropped, and to the gnawing feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong. Despite their marriage being nothing more than a paper arrangement, Furina couldn’t deny the way her chest tightened every time Yvette was near. It wasn’t jealousy—it was something deeper, something darker. A feeling that Yvette was playing a game, and Furina was nothing but a pawn. Two days after her meeting with Marco, Furina had made discreet inquiries and discovered that Yvette had been seen meeting with Marco again. Furina knew she had to confront Yvette, to get to the bottom of whatever twisted game she was playing. She couldn’t let this continue without taking a stand. She arranged to meet Yvette at a café, choosing a public place to ensure her safety. “I must say that when my assistant in
Furina felt like the ground was crumbling beneath her feet. She had thought she was strong, that she could handle whatever came her way. But now, faced with the truth of her situation, she felt powerless, trapped in a web of lies and deceit. Deep down, she needed to confront Diluc, to get the truth from him directly. But the very idea terrified her. If Yvette was right, then the man she had married, the man who had seemed so cold and distant yet oddly protective, was nothing more than a puppet master, manipulating her life to suit his own ends. It wasn’t until a week later when Diluc asked her to attend another social function that she finally faced the man who’d been haunting her thoughts for the last seven days. She had gone to the loo and as Furina made her way back inside, she felt a heavy sense of dread settle over her. The walls were closing in, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold herself together. Diluc was waiting for her when she returned to the ballroom, hi
“Necessary?” Furina repeated, incredulous. “How could something like that ever be necessary?” She broke off, unable to continue as the weight of her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Diluc reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her arm, but Furina pulled back, not wanting to be comforted by the very person who had caused her so much pain.“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Diluc said, his voice softening ever so slightly. “I didn’t intend for anyone to get hurt,” he whispered and Furina wasn’t sure if he was trying to tell himself or her. As if she hadn’t heard him, she asked, “What exactly did you do? Was my father’s accident also your doing?” She needed to know how far had he been involved in this. “Furina,” Diluc said quietly, his voice almost gentle, “Let’s not go there.”“Why?” Diluc sighed as if explaining something painfully obvious. “Look. It’s very simple. You needed help, and I provided it. But more importantly, I needed you. Our marriage was never just ab
Diluc sat behind his massive mahogany desk, the sprawling London skyline visible through the floor to ceiling windows of his office. The view was spectacular, a constant reminder of the power and wealth he wielded, yet today, he found no comfort in it. His mind was a tangled mess, filled with thoughts that had nothing to do with business. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the memory of last night—of the conversation with Furina, of the hurt and betrayal etched into her features as she learned the harsh truth about their marriage.He had known it would be painful for her, but he hadn’t anticipated just how much it would affect him. Her pained expression had haunted him all night, making sleep impossible. Now, as he sat in his office, surrounded by the tools of his trade, he found himself unable to focus on anything else. His work, usually a refuge from the complications of his personal life, offered no distraction today.He picked up a report from his desk, trying to immerse himself i
The cold air of the warehouse seeped into Diluc’s bones as he stood facing Yvette, his heart pounding with a mixture of rage and dread. Furina, tied to a chair just a few feet away, looked at him with wide eyes, filled with a heartbreaking combination of relief and terror. He couldn’t allow any harm to come to her—no matter what he had to do."Yvette," Diluc called out, his voice icy and commanding.Yvette turned slowly, a smug smile curling on her lips. Her demeanor was as confident as ever, but there was something wild in her eyes, a dangerous glint that made the situation even more volatile. "Diluc," she purred. "So glad you could join us."His eyes remained fixed on Furina, whose chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled against her restraints. "Let her go," Diluc demanded, his tone sharp and unyielding.Yvette's smile widened as she strolled leisurely around Furina, her fingers brushing lightly over Furina’s shoulder, making her flinch. "Not so fast. We need to have a little c
Furina sat in her room, the flickering light of her laptop casting a soft glow over her face. Her heart sank as she read the headlines plastered across the tabloids: **"Billionaire Heir Diluc Neuvillette and Yvette Moulin: Love Rekindled?"** **"Yvette and Diluc Spotted at High-End Social Events!"** **"The Power Couple: Diluc and Yvette Take the Town by Storm!"** She scrolled through the articles, each one filled with photos of Yvette clinging to Diluc, her smile radiant, while Diluc's expression remained cold and impassive. Furina's heart twisted with a mix of anger and pain. Despite everything, seeing them together, seeing Yvette flaunting Diluc, was almost unbearable. A soft knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. "Furina, are you coming to the charity gala tonight?" Tiffany's voice was gentle, filled with concern. Furina sighed, closing her laptop. "Yes, I'll be there. I can't avoid these events forever." "Good," Tiffany said, stepping inside. "We need to stay strong, no
Halfway through the evening, her heart sank as she saw Yvette and Diluc enter the room. Yvette was practically glued to Diluc's side, her laughter ringing out as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. Diluc's face remained impassive, but he didn't push Yvette away.The grand ballroom was filled with the elite of London, their laughter and conversation creating a vibrant atmosphere. Furina did her best to blend in, her mind still reeling from the confrontation with Diluc. She had to stay strong, to keep up appearances, but the weight of her thoughts made it difficult.As she stood by the refreshment table, sipping a glass of champagne, she felt a chill run down her spine. Turning around, she saw Celeste approaching, a smug smile playing on her lips. Furina's heart sank. She knew this encounter would be anything but pleasant."Furina," Celeste purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "How lovely to see you here."Furina forced a polite s
As the gala wound down, Furina felt a mix of exhaustion and relief. The events of the evening had taken their toll, and she was grateful when Harrod offered to take her home. They walked out together, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stifling tension inside the ballroom."Thank you for everything tonight, Harrod," Furina said as they reached her front door. "I don't know what I would have done without you."Harrod smiled, his eyes warm with affection. "Anything for you, Furina. You know that."Before she could respond, Harrod pulled her into a brief but comforting hug. Furina closed her eyes, feeling a moment of peace in his embrace. Just as they pulled apart, the front door swung open, and Tiffany and Lizzy stood there, grinning."Oh, look at this!" Tiffany exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Did we interrupt something?"Harrod's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he sta