Chapter 136 Maximilian’s Point of View The hospital corridor felt noisy as Sara’s voice rang out, her voice pierced through the tense silence like a jagged knife. “What are you doing here, Max?” Her tone was harsh, a mixture of disbelief and anger, but beneath it, there was something else hurt. I
Chapter 137 Maximilian’s Point of View The sight of Eva wrapped in Josh’s arms felt like a dagger plunging deep into my chest, twisting with every second that passed. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks that I barely felt. My heart thundered
Chapter 138 Maximilian’s Point of View “I have nothing to do with Sara,” I said, my voice cutting through the tense silence. The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, shocking not only Eva but Sara and her mother, Emily, who stood a few steps away. Eva’s eyes widened momentarily before narr
Chapter 139 Eva’s Point of View The room felt like it was spinning. The doctor’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Your father is in a coma,” he said, his tone neutral, as if he had delivered such news countless times before. I stared at him, my voice trembling. “What… what are his chances o
Chapter 140 Eva's point of view My chest was tight, and no matter how much I tried to breathe, it felt like I was drowning. The sound of my own heart pounding in my ears only made it worse. My father was in a coma, and I couldn’t stop blaming myself. I should have forgiven him. I should have been
Josh didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He just sat there beside me, offering me the comfort of his presence. His hand found mine, and for a moment, I let myself lean into him. I needed someone who wouldn’t hurt me. Someone who wouldn’t leave me when things got tough. “You don’t have to go thr
Chapter 141 Sara's point of view The door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the house. I didn’t care. I was furious, my blood boiling with every step I took into the living room. My mother was right behind me, her heels clicking against the marble floor, matching my pace as we bot
Chapter 142 Eva's point of view I sat beside my father’s hospital bed, the sterile scent of the room mixing with the faint hum of machines keeping him alive. His face, once full of life, now looked so pale, so still. I gripped his hand tightly, as if my touch could somehow bring him back. I didn’
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