Chapter 104: Sara’s Point of View The sting of Jessica’s slap lingered on my cheek, but it was nothing compared to the suffocating weight of her words. The room was a blur of flashing cameras and murmuring voices, each whisper a dagger aimed at my heart. I tried to steady myself, gripping the pod
Chapter 105: Sara’s Point of View The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the faint smell of lavender and antiseptic two scents that didn’t belong together. My head throbbed like it had been split open, and my body felt as though it had been dragged through hell. Slowly, I tried to si
Chapter 106 Maximilian’s Point of View The boardroom was suffocating. The thick air reeked of desperation and sweat, though the room itself was pristine, its glass walls reflecting the dim light of the overcast day outside. I sat at the head of the long, polished table, my back straight, my expres
“You know what?” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Forget it. I’m no longer interested in investing in your company.” The air left my lungs in a rush. “What?” “You heard me,” she said, her tone final. “I’m pulling out. Find someone else to clean up your mess.” I shot to my feet, my chair screec
Chapter 107 Eva’s Point of View The man stepped forward, his shoes crunching against the gravel. The shadow of his tall figure loomed larger as he approached, each step deliberate and slow, like a predator circling its prey. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my pulse hammering in my ears. Who
Chapter 108 Eva’s Point of View The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows on the walls of my grandmother Helena’s bedroom. It was late, far past midnight, but sleep had eluded me. I sat on the edge of her large, antique bed, my hands trembling slightly as I recounted everything that had happe
Chapter 109 Max’s Point of View The rhythmic ticking of the clock on my office wall was the only sound breaking the silence. Papers were scattered across my desk, but I couldn’t focus. My mind was restless, plagued by memories I had tried to bury for years. The past had a way of creeping back in,
Chapter 110 Max’s Point of View Marco’s words echoed in my mind, each syllable driving a nail of disbelief deeper into my chest. Eva saved me? It felt like the ground beneath me had shifted, leaving me unsteady and exposed. My fists clenched at my sides, and I stared at Marco, searching his face f
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
Sara's Point of View The Sinclair Foundation's annual charity gala sparkled with enough diamonds to blind someone. Every major fashion house, business tycoon, and social media influencer packed the grand ballroom, their whispers following me like persistent shadows. My emerald gown, a Helena-appro
Chapter 328 Sara's Point of View The morning headlines hit like physical blows: "FASHION'S SCANDAL GIRL IN LOVE AFFAIR WITH MANAGER" "SARA BROWN'S SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED" "CRIMINAL'S DAUGHTER SEDUCES WAY TO SUCCESS" My hands shook as I scrolled through article after article on my phone. Someho
Chapter 327 Sara's Point of View Camera flashes greeted me the moment I stepped out of the mansion. They lurked behind bushes, crouched behind parked cars, shouted questions that made my skin crawl. "Sara! How often do you visit your parents in prison?" "Is it true you helped plan the murders?"
The backstage chaos of Paris Fashion Week swirled around Sara like a tornado. Models rushed between makeup stations, stylists shouted instructions in multiple languages, and someone nearby was having a meltdown about a broken heel. But Sara couldn't focus on any of it. The walls of the massive venue
The grand dining room of the Brown mansion sparkled with its usual Sunday elegance, but tonight the atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension. Crystal glasses clinked too loudly against china plates as the family attempted normal conversation around the elephant in the room. "Pass the potatoes?" Ev
Josh's Point of View The nightmares returned last night. Faces from my past, screams in dark alleys, blood on my hands that no amount of success could wash away. I jolted awake in my mansion suite, sheets tangled around me, heart pounding against my ribs. My phone showed three missed calls from
Eva's Point of View The Brown Enterprises conference room buzzed with barely contained hostility. Camera flashes popped like lightning as reporters jostled for position, their hungry eyes fixed on the empty podium. Behind the scenes, I watched Sara pacing, her face pale but determined. "You don't
Sara's Point of View The morning started like a dream. My first major runway show for Paris Fashion Week, everything I'd worked so hard to achieve finally coming true. I should have known it wouldn't last. Nothing good in my life ever does. The first hint came during makeup. Victoria Stone, superm