Chapter 117 Max’s Point of View The soft hum of the air conditioner filled my office as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the city skyline through the large glass windows. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the nagging feeling that something was slipping out of my control. The sound of my off
Chapter 118 Sara’s Point of View The soft click of my heels echoed through the pristine corridors of Maximilian’s company as I made my way to his office. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my head high, my face calm. I had rehearsed my words a hundred times, crafting them carefully to sound
“You thought wrong,” he said, cutting me off. “You don’t get to justify what you’ve done. Not anymore.” The finality in his tone sent a chill down my spine. “Get out,” he said, turning away from me. I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. “What?” “You heard me,” he said without looking at me. “
Chapter 119: Sara’s Point of View The car ride home felt like an eternity, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. My hands gripped the edges of my seat as my mind replayed every word Maximilian had said, every cold look he had given me. The humiliation burned hot in my chest, twisting int
I looked at her, my breath catching in my throat. “What?” Her lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous. “Then you make sure she doesn’t have him either.” Her words sent a chill down my spine, but they also sparked something inside me a flicker of defiance,
Chapter 120: Eva's Point of View I stepped into my office, the cool air a welcome relief from the sweltering heat outside. The familiar scent of fresh coffee and the soft click-clack of my assistant typing away at her desk were comforting, though they did little to ease the weight in my chest. It
“I don’t want to talk about Max,” I said, my voice sharp. “Not with you, not with anyone. I’m done with him.” Marco raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sudden change in my tone. He knew me better than most, knew that I hid my pain behind a mask of composure. But now, he could hear the raw
Eva’s Point of View The sound of the car’s tires crunching against the gravel driveway felt louder than usual, almost as if it were mocking me. Each turn of the wheels seemed to echo in the silence, amplifying the tension that had built up inside me over the years. I had been here countless times b
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
Sara's Point of View The morning started with an urgent text from Eva about a "childcare emergency." I rushed to the mansion, expecting chaos, only to find four suspiciously well-behaved children setting up what appeared to be a romantic picnic in the garden. "Aunty Sara!" Mia bounced over, her pr
"Operation Love Birds is now in session!" Mia declared, banging her plastic princess wand against her bedroom floor like a gavel. Her brothers gathered around in a tight circle, their faces serious with six-year-old determination. "Are you sure about the name?" Leo whispered, glancing at the door