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
The morning after the gala dawned with a clear sky and the promise of a new day. Furina woke up feeling a mix of resolve and anxiety. The events of the previous night, particularly her encounters with Celeste and Diluc, weighed heavily on her mind. She knew she couldn’t afford to let them control her emotions. She had to take action and assert her independence.After a quick breakfast with Tiffany and Lizzy, Furina decided to visit her father, Fionn. It had been a while since they had spent time together, and she needed his wisdom and comfort. As she walked to the familiar small cottage where she had grown up, she found herself taking deep breaths, hoping to clear her mind and focus on the positives.Fionn was outside, tending to his garden when Furina arrived. His face lit up with a warm smile as he saw her approaching. “Furina, what a pleasant surprise! How are you, my dear?”Furina hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. “I’m alright
Furina woke up to another barrage of messages on her phone. Her heart sank as she read through the threats and malicious comments. Ever since her marriage to Diluc became public, her life had been under relentless scrutiny. The paparazzi were everywhere, making it impossible for her to live a normal life. She couldn't work during the daytime without being hounded by photographers and reporters, and the constant threats she received were beginning to wear her down. Determined not to let the negativity consume her, Furina decided to take a walk in Hyde Park to clear her mind. The fresh air and serene surroundings often helped her think more clearly. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses and a hat, hoping to go unnoticed as she made her way to the park. As she strolled through the park, lost in her thoughts, Furina tried to come up with a plan to deal with the paparazzi and the threats. She needed a way to regain control of her life, to feel safe again. But
The days following the park incident were some of the toughest Furina had ever faced. She had grown accustomed to the relentless scrutiny of the paparazzi, but the constant threats were beginning to wear her down. The messages she received were growing increasingly menacing, each one more chilling than the last. Despite the police investigation, there seemed to be no end in sight.Furina decided to take a proactive approach. She reached out to her best friends, Tiffany, Lizzy, and Tommaso, to help her come up with a plan. They all gathered at Tiffany's family estate, a secluded and secure location where they could discuss their strategies in peace."Thank you for coming, everyone," Furina said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I need your help. The threats and the paparazzi are getting out of control. We need to find a way to stop this."Tiffany, ever the fierce and blunt one, nodded. "Absolutely. This has gone on long enough. We need to f
Back in his apartment, Diluc was pacing restlessly, his mind still occupied with thoughts of Furina and Harrod. The jealousy and possessiveness he felt were unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was a feeling he didn’t know how to handle, one that left him feeling vulnerable and out of control.Yvette was lounging on the sofa, her eyes following him as he paced. “Diluc, you need to relax. You’re letting this get to you too much.”Diluc stopped and glared at her. “You don’t understand, Yvette. This isn’t just about the paparazzi or the media. It’s about Furina. I can’t stand the thought of her being in danger.”Yvette’s expression darkened, jealousy flashing in her eyes. “She’s just a distraction, Diluc. You need to focus on us, on our future together.”“There is no future for us, Yvette,” Diluc snapped, his patience wearing thin. “You need to understand that.”Yvette’s eyes narrowed, and she stood up, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “You’re making a mistake, D
The morning was bright and serene at Tiffany's family townhouse. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the elegant furnishings. Furina was sitting with Tiffany in the spacious living room, sipping tea and discussing their plans to tackle the ongoing issues with the paparazzi and threats. It was a rare moment of peace in their otherwise chaotic lives.Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Tiffany looked up, a slight frown creasing her brow. "I wonder who that could be," she murmured, setting her cup down and rising to answer the door. Furina watched her go, curiosity piqued.Moments later, Tiffany returned, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. Behind her was a tall, handsome man with striking features and an air of confidence. Furina recognized him from the occasional family photos Tiffany had shared: Walker Summers, Tiffany's older brother."Walker," Tiffany said, her tone strained. "What are you doing here?"Walker
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