Her grin widened. “That’s what I like to hear. She deserves everything that’s coming to her and more.”I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I glanced at my phone again. Another headline popped up on the screen: “Actress Sara Brown’s Lies Exposed: The Truth Behind the Perfect Façade.”The comments b
Her words struck a chord, and I nodded, grateful for her unwavering support. “I won’t,” I promised.As the night drew to a close, I pulled out my phone and opened the folder labeled Phase Two. My assistant had sent over the final details earlier that evening, and everything was in place.The night h
Chapter 89Max’s Point of ViewThe elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped into the sleek, glass-walled office floor. My chest felt tight, each step echoing with purpose. The opulence of the surroundings, with its polished floors and abstract art lining the walls, didn’t faze me. M
Her expression hardened. “You’re right, Max. I have been waiting for justice. But if you think I’m the one pulling the strings, maybe you should ask yourself why Sara’s so easy to expose.”The weight of her words hit me, but I refused to show it. My hands curled into fists at my sides. “So, you’re d
Chapter 90Max’s Point of ViewThe silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I stared at Eva, waiting for an answer that I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. She didn’t flinch, her composure an infuriating mask of calmness that only added to the storm brewing inside me.“Are you the one behind
Chapter 91 Max’s Point of View My jaw throbbed where Josh's fist had landed, but the sting of humiliation burned far worse than the physical pain. The tension in the room was palpable, the echoes of Eva's commanding voice still hanging in the air. My fists clenched tightly at my sides as I glared
She dares. All the bitterness and anger I’d buried deep came surging to the surface. This wasn’t just betrayal, it was mockery. She was flaunting it flaunting him right in front of me. The guard nearest to me cleared his throat, clearly impatient to get me out. “Sir, please....” I shot him a glar
Chapter 92 Josh’s Point of View The silence in my office was heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of Eva moving around as she grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf. My face stung, the bruise on my cheekbone throbbing where Max had landed his punch. But the pain didn’t matter. Not when Eva was
"Sara..." "Sometimes I wonder if they are." The confession spilled out before I could stop it. "If somewhere inside me, that capacity for darkness just waits to emerge." "No." The fierceness in his voice made me look up. "You're nothing like them." "How can you be sure? You've seen what parents c
"Because I enjoyed it." The confession seemed torn from him. "For a moment, when he touched you, I wanted..." "To hurt him?" I finished when he couldn't. "Good. He deserved it." Shock replaced the darkness in his expression. "You can't mean that." "I do." I touched his arm gently. "Whatever you l
Chapter 334 Sara's Point of View The perfume launch event buzzed with typical fashion industry energy, air kisses, champagne flutes, and enough fake smiles to make my cheeks hurt. After my ultimatum to Josh last week, he'd maintained rigid professional distance, speaking only when necessary about
Danger signals flared. "The contract is a huge step forward-" "I wasn't thinking about the contract." She met my eyes directly. "I was thinking about how right it felt, just being us. No walls, no boundaries. Just..." "Sara, don't." "Why?" She leaned forward, voice dropping. "Why do you keep figh
By dessert, they'd moved closer together, heads bent intimately over shared plates of decadent French pastries. "Try this one," Sara offered her spoon, holding his gaze. Josh's heart thundered as he accepted the bite, her spoon lingering against his lips a moment too long. "Sweet," he managed. "
The lights of Paris twinkled like stars through the restaurant's panoramic windows. Le Cinq's intimate atmosphere wrapped around them as Josh pulled out Sara's chair, his fingers brushing her bare shoulders before he could stop himself. "This is too much," she protested softly, taking in the Michel
Chapter 332 Josh's Point of View The conference room of Louis Vuitton's Paris headquarters buzzed with anticipation. Their entire marketing team sat across the massive table, watching Sara's portfolio display on the screen behind me. Every photo showcased her transformation from promising newcomer
Sara's Point of View The file lay on Helena's desk like a live bomb, manila folder edges worn, papers peeking out temptingly. I hadn't meant to see it. Had only stopped by her office to drop off some contracts when my eye caught the heading: "Juvenile Records Joshua Matthews." My heart stopped. Th
Josh's Point of View The study in Mom's mansion hadn't changed since the day she found me, a broken eighteen-year-old with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. The same leather chairs, the same antique desk, the same compassionate eyes that had seen past my sins and offered salvation. "Sit