Chapter 79Eva’s Point of ViewThe fashion store’s luxurious interior glimmered under the warm golden lights. Rows of designer dresses lined the racks like silent soldiers, their elegance a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I had come here for a distraction something to take my mind off
The worker scurried off to fetch the dress, leaving Sara alone with me.“You know,” she said, leaning closer, “it’s sad how far you’ve fallen. All that Brown family wealth now belongs to me. Now you’re stuck pretending you belong here when we both know you don’t.”I bit my tongue, refusing to rise t
Chapter 80: Eva’s Point of ViewThe grand auction hall was abuzz with chatter, the air electric with anticipation. Lavishly dressed men and women milled about, their eyes gleaming with the prospect of acquiring the rare and priceless. Every corner of the room exuded wealth ornate chandeliers hung l
Chapter 81 Eva’s Point of ViewThe tension between Sara and me was palpable, a tightrope stretched dangerously thin. I could feel the weight of her venomous gaze, her words still echoing in my mind like sharp claws scraping against a chalkboard. The crowd around us had thinned, most guests returnin
Chapter 82Sara's Point of ViewThe morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, but its warmth did nothing to soothe the cold dread pooling in my chest. My phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table, the vibration rattling against the wood like an unrelenting alarm. Groaning, I grabbed it, s
Chapter 83Sara’s Point of ViewThe room felt suffocating, as if the walls were conspiring to crush me under their silent judgment. The once vibrant posters of my movies lining the walls now seemed to mock me. My achievements, my success all of it felt tainted.I sat on the edge of the bed, my knees
Chapter 84Max’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of my office, filling the room with a soft, golden glow. My desk was neatly organized, but the cup of coffee sitting beside me remained untouched, the steam long gone. I hadn't even noticed how cold it had become.
Chapter 85: Max’s Point of ViewThe drive to Sara’s parents’ house felt like it took forever. Every minute that passed added to the weight pressing down on my chest. The streets of the city blurred past as I stared out the window, my mind spinning with nothing but Sara. She didn’t deserve this none
"To new beginnings," I whispered to my reflection, watching my smile grow wider in the darkened glass. "And to sweet, sweet revenge." The ice in my glass had melted, diluting the expensive whiskey, but I hardly noticed. In my mind, I was already rehearsing my performance at the bank, imagining Eva'
Chapter 155 Emily's Point of View The ice clinked in my glass as I swirled the amber liquid, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. The news of Williams' death still felt surreal, like a dream I might wake up from at any moment. But it wasn't a dream. We had finally succeeded. The private room at
"I..." My voice cracked. "Grandmother, Dad is..." "I know, my darling," she said, her own voice thick with emotion. "It's all over the news. Oh, my sweet girl I'm so sorry." In the background, I could hear the children playing, their innocent laughter a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart.
"How dare you?" I seethed. "How DARE you try to blame me for this? Ever since you two came into our lives, everything has fallen apart!" Sara flinched, but I wasn't finished. The words poured out like a flood. "You manipulated him, turned him against me, his own daughter! You played the perfect fa
I nodded weakly, allowing him to guide me to his car. As he opened the passenger door for me, I caught sight of Sara and her mother leaving the hospital. Josh must have seen them too, because his arm tightened protectively around my shoulders. "Don't even think about it," he warned them quietly as
I stumbled to a nearby bench, my legs finally giving out. The reality of what had just happened crashed over me in waves. My father was dead. The last connection to my childhood, my past, was gone forever. And his last days had been filled with conflict and stress because of those women... because o
Chapter 154 Eva's Point of View The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor made my head throb as I paced back and forth. Sara and her mother sat rigid in the waiting area chairs, their faces drawn with worry. None of us spoke. The tension in the air was suffocating. When Dr. Matthews h
Chapter 153 Max’s Point of View I sat behind my desk, staring blankly at the stack of documents in front of me. My mind wasn’t on the reports or the contracts. It hadn’t been for weeks. I rubbed my temples, trying to push back the headache that had been building all day. Sleep had become a rare l
The steady beeping of the heart monitor was his only response, each sound both reassuring and maddeningly empty. "I don't know what to do anymore," I admitted, my voice trembling. "Sara hates me. She blames me for everything, and I don't even know how to begin fixing it. And now this... this accide