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