The night was quiet as Furina sat in the living room of Diluc’s penthouse, her mind racing with thoughts she could no longer suppress. The dinner had been exhausting, and the tension with Yvette had pushed her to the brink. But it wasn’t just Yvette that was gnawing at her—it was the uncertainty, the lingering doubts that had taken root in her mind ever since Yvette entered the scene and threatened to ruin their pretend marriage. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unresolved between Diluc and Yvette, something that had never truly been put to rest. Some unfinished business as Yvette would like to call it. Their marriage had always been a transaction, a business arrangement to solve her immediate financial crisis. When Diluc had offered her the one-point-five million pounds she needed to pay off her father’s debt, she had agreed to his terms. But over time, the lines between duty and emotion had blurred, and Furina found herself struggling with feelings she hadn’t
The next morning, Furina woke up feeling a renewed sense of resolve. She wandered around Diluc’s penthouse and noticed that he’d left for office. It odd considering it was only six thirty but perhaps he wanted to avoid an awkward encounter with her. Furina packed her things and quickly left the building. She needed to talk to her friends again, to get their perspective on the latest developments. She arranged to meet them at the café once more, hoping they could help her navigate this complicated situation.As she walked into the café, she was greeted by Tiffany’s concerned expression, Lizzy’s calm demeanor, and Tommaso’s ever-present grin.“So how was last night?” Tiffany asked.Furina quickly filled them in on the dinner with Yvette and the message she had received afterward. As she spoke, she could see the worry in her friends’ eyes.“This is getting serious,” Lizzy said, her voice steady. “Yvette isn’t just trying to win Diluc back; she’s playing a dangerous game.” Tommaso nodded
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
The weight of everything hung heavy between Diluc and Furina as they sped away from the hospital. The night was thick with tension, but there was something else too—an unspoken vulnerability that lingered between them. They had escaped danger, but it felt like a temporary reprieve, like the eye of the storm. Furina stared out the window of the SUV, her heart still racing from the chaos of the hospital. Celeste’s reach was longer than they had anticipated, and the thought of how close they had come to something far worse left a chill running down her spine. But at the same time, there was something reassuring in the steady presence beside her. Diluc sat rigid, his eyes focused straight ahead, his jaw clenched in that way she had come to recognize—when he was fighting to stay in control. It was a look he wore often, but tonight, she could sense the cracks in his armor. The driver pulled up to a luxury hotel on the edge of the city, a secluded place far fr
Celeste had never been one to get her hands dirty. Throughout her life, she had always relied on manipulation, charm, and subtlety to get what she wanted. But this time was different. This time, her back was against the wall, and she couldn’t afford to trust anyone else to handle the job. Not when Furina had slipped through her fingers and Antoine was growing suspicious of her every move. This was personal now, and Celeste was determined to make a point.Disguising herself as a nurse to get close to Fionn had been a stroke of genius, she thought. It was the last thing anyone would expect. After all, the woman of her standing would never stoop so low as to involve herself directly. She had carefully constructed her persona over the years: the elegant, untouchable wife of Antoine Neuvillette, always perfectly composed, always a few steps ahead of everyone else. But sometimes, sacrifices had to be made. Sometimes, she had to step into the shadows herself to ensure things were
Antoine left the room, his heart heavy and his mind racing with the full realization of what he had uncovered. Celeste’s words echoed in his ears: *“You’re either with me, or you’re against me.”* She had finally dropped the last remnants of her mask, revealing the cold, calculating woman she truly was. Everything about their life together—their marriage, their family—had been built on lies. And now, the truth was unraveling in front of him, piece by piece. As he walked down the hallway of his grand estate, Antoine knew he was in danger. Celeste wasn’t someone who took betrayal lightly, and he had just made himself her enemy. But more than that, he feared for his son, Diluc, and for Furina. They were both caught in the crosshairs of Celeste’s web, and now that Yvette had been dealt with, Celeste would focus her full attention on destroying them. Antoine’s mind flashed back to the days after Ane’s death, how quickly Celeste had inserted herself into his life, offering comfort and supp
Celeste Neuvillette, born with cunning in her blood, had always seen people as tools. Fionn, the man she had once loved and married, had been no different. Back then, when they were young, she had admired his spirit, his passion for life. But admiration was fleeting, and love even more so. Once Fionn had served his purpose, once he had proven too weak to provide the kind of life she craved, Celeste had discarded him as easily as one would toss away a broken toy. And now, seeing him beaten and broken, fighting for his life in a hospital, stirred no emotion within her. She sat in her opulent suite, the city lights twinkling far below, and raised her glass of wine to her lips. The crimson liquid swirled in the glass, rich and full-bodied—just like the life she deserved. She had traded up, hadn’t she? Fionn, with his simple dreams, had been nothing compared to Antoine Neuvillette, one of Europe’s wealthiest men. Marrying Antoine had been the pinnacle of her success,
Celeste was never one to simply accept defeat. The moment she learned of Yvette’s capture and failure, her mind began working, gears turning behind her cold eyes. She had always been the architect of her own future, calculating every move with precision. Yvette’s reckless obsession with Diluc had been a weak point she had tolerated for too long. Now that Yvette was in custody, Celeste had no more use for her. But Furina, Diluc, and their sudden defiance—*that* was something she couldn’t let stand. Celeste paced the opulent halls of her French estate, her high heels clicking against the marble floor with every determined step. The sprawling mansion was a masterpiece of European architecture, all dark wood, and gilded chandeliers, but the beauty around her barely registered as her mind raced. From the outside, she appeared the picture of elegance and control, but internally, she was seething. Furina, the daughter she had discarded, had become a bigger threat than
The mention of Celeste hung in the air between them like an unspoken threat. She was still out there, waiting, and Furina knew that as long as she remained free, their peace was fragile, always on the verge of shattering.Furina’s hand was still wrapped around Diluc’s, offering him a quiet support. “What about Celeste?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern. “What are we going to do about her?”Diluc’s face darkened at the mention of his stepmother. His expression, which had softened just moments before, hardened into something colder, more focused. Furina had seen this look many times—the mask of the calculating businessman, the man bent on revenge, the man who had spent years chasing justice for his mother, Ane. Yet, in his eyes, Furina could see the exhaustion. The toll of the years weighed on him heavily, especially after Yvette’s manipulations.“We have to stop her,” Diluc said after a long pause, his voice low and filled with determinati
The night air was heavy with tension as Furina and the team left Yvette’s estate. The SUV sped down the winding roads, the headlights cutting through the thick darkness. Inside the vehicle, the silence was almost suffocating. Luca sat in the front seat, his eyes scanning the road ahead, while Furina sat beside Diluc in the back, watching him with a mixture of relief and concern. Diluc hadn’t said much since they’d gotten him out. His eyes were closed now, his head resting against the window, but Furina could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands occasionally clenched into fists. He was physically free, but mentally, emotionally, he was still trapped in whatever hell Yvette had put him through. Furina had tried to talk to him, to ask him if he was okay, but every time she spoke, Diluc’s answers were short, clipped. He wasn’t ready to talk yet, and Furina wasn’t sure how to reach him. The man who had once been so cold, calculating, and in control now seemed distant, lost
Yvette’s voice hung in the air like a dagger poised to strike. Her eyes glinted with malice, a smug confidence that made Furina’s skin crawl. It was the look of someone who had planned for every contingency, someone who had known this moment would come and had been waiting for it. She wasn’t surprised that the extraction team had made it this far; she had been anticipating it. Furina’s heart pounded in her chest, her blood roaring in her ears as she stood frozen, staring at Diluc, slumped and bound to the chair in the center of the room. “Yvette,” Furina said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carried a raw edge of anger. “Let him go.” Yvette smiled, a slow, calculating curl of her lips. “Why would I do that? I finally have everything I want. You’ve come to rescue him, but look at him. Does it seem like he’s been begging to be saved?” She gestured to Diluc, who remained unmoving, his head still hanging low. Furina’s breath hitched.
Furina's heart raced as she read Luca’s response the next morning. She sat on the edge of her bed, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. Her fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over the phone, but she knew this was what she had to do.Luca: Meet at the safe house tonight at 8 PM. I’ll send you the address. Don’t tell anyone else where you’re going. We’re moving in fast. The message felt like a final warning—a line she was about to cross. Once she entered into this operation, there was no turning back. She had promised Harrod she would listen to Luca, but she couldn’t deny the fear gnawing at the edges of her resolve. Furina had never done anything like this before. This was real, dangerous, and it wasn’t just about her anymore—it was about Diluc’s life.She let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of the decision she was about to make. Diluc was out there somewhere, possibly trapped and manipulated by Yvette. Every minute that pa