"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 156 Max's Point of View The sharp clatter of the pen against my mahogany desk startled me out of my daze. I hadn't meant to drop it, but my hands were trembling too much to maintain a steady grip. The spacious corner office that had always been my sanctuary now felt like a prison, its wall
Chapter 157 Max's Point of View The world around me blurred into an indistinct haze as my gaze locked onto the children playing in the sprawling garden. Four of them. Four small, vibrant lives filled with an innocence that made my heart ache. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the man
My throat constricted painfully as I turned back to Eva, unable to keep the pleading note from my voice. "Eva... tell me the truth. Are they mine?" Before Eva could respond, Mia's small hand reached out to touch my face. Her tiny fingers brushed against my cheek with such innocent tenderness that I
Chapter 158 Max's Point of View I stood frozen in the fading daylight, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Josh's words echoed in my head, growing louder with each passing second until they drowned out everything else around me. "The kids are mine, Max." Five simple words that threatened to
Chapter 159 Max's Point of View The glass in my hand felt cold against my skin, the amber liquid inside burning a familiar path down my throat. I welcomed the burnt, it was the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart. Around me, the upscale bar's dim lighting cast long shadows across t
Chapter 160 Eva's Point of View The living room was filled with the sound of laughter and the pitter-patter of little feet as my quadruplets ran around, their energy seemingly endless. James and Leo were arguing over a toy car, their voices rising with each passing second, while Sam was busy tryin
Chapter 161 Max's Point of View The morning sun filtered through my office windows as I absently shuffled through paperwork, my mind wandering to the same place it had been stuck for days Eva's children. The possibility that they could be mine haunted every waking moment. Their faces, so similar t
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