Chapter 60Jerry had always prided himself on his ability to spot details others missed. So when he saw the news about Liliana Anderson all he could notice was the blurry, image of his brother and a woman who maybe the dead Liliana Anderson he knows that man features very well, his instincts kicked in. Most people wouldn’t have given it a second glance, but Jerry knew better. The man’s posture, the way he held himself—even in the fuzzy photo—screamed *Ray*.“What the hell…” Jerry muttered to himself, staring at the screen. He clicked on the image, zooming in and out, trying to get a clearer view, but the more he looked, the more certain he became. His brother was with a ghost. That had to be the only explanation. The infamous ‘Ice Queen’ had died—he was sure of it, well not that sure. Yet here she was, or at least someone who looked eerily like her, standing next to Ray.Ray hands were around the ghost so that means she is the mysterious girl, wait a minute, does that mean his elder
Chapter 61:### Chapter 61Jerry couldn’t wait to tell his mother the news, so as soon as he parked in front of the Manchester estate, he dashed inside, taking the stairs two at a time. The house was quiet, the hour late, but Jerry was too wired to care. He knew his mother would be up, probably sipping tea in her sitting room or reading one of her novels.He burst into her room without knocking, grinning from ear to ear. “Mom! You won’t believe this!”Michelle Manchester looked up from her book, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Jerry, darling, do you realize what time it is?” She set the book down and shook her head, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Barging in here like a wild man… what could be so important that it couldn’t wait until morning?”Jerry plopped down beside her on the bed, his energy infectious. “You’re never going to guess who Ray’s dating.”Michelle’s eyebrows arched in interest. “Oh? Is this about that mysterious girl he’s been so secretive about? Do tell,
Chapter 62 Helena groaned as sunlight crept through the curtains, her head pounding from the previous night’s indulgences. Her body ached, a reminder of the intense encounter she’d had. She grimaced, her thoughts tinged with disgust. I can’t believe I slept with that old man, she thought, although grudgingly admitting he had been surprisingly good. As she sat on the edge of her bed, Helena’s anger began to bubble up. A sudden thought struck her like a cold splash of water—the reporter. Her mother had arranged for reporters to capture her and Ray during their supposed intimate moment. Panic surged through her as she recalled the events of the previous night. Did they see? The thought made her stomach churn. She remembered Mr. Blackwood’s hands on her, the two of them lost in the heat of the moment in one of the secluded rooms upstairs. She had been so confident that everything was under control, that no one would dare interrupt her. But what if the reporter had followed her? Wha
Ray stirred as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. He blinked, slowly waking from a deep, dreamless sleep. His body was warm and relaxed, the usual tension in his muscles absent. As his senses sharpened, he became acutely aware of the soft, steady breathing next to him and the warmth of another body pressed against his side. Lilly. A wave of emotions washed over him as he turned his head slightly to see her still asleep, her face serene and peaceful in the early morning light. The memories of the previous night flooded back, and a deep sense of contentment settled over him. There was something about waking up next to her that made everything feel right. The chaos of the world outside, the responsibilities waiting for him—they all seemed distant and insignificant in this moment. Ray couldn’t help but reach out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His fingers lingered on her cheek, marveling at the softness of h
Helena’s hands trembled as she gripped her phone, her eyes scanning the latest message from her best friend. The evidence was undeniable—a screenshot of a blog post, now deleted, showed the mysterious woman in the same dress Liliana had worn to the ball. But what chilled Helena to the bone was the uncanny resemblance between the woman’s facial features and that bitch. “This can’t be happening,” Helena muttered under her breath, her fingers tightening around the phone until her knuckles turned white. The anger that had been simmering inside her since last night erupted, her chest heaving with each shallow breath. How had she missed this? How could that emotionless corpse be with her Ray, let alone in a relationship with her Ray? She was so caught up with her hubby that she didn’t even notice that bitch. Why, why, why! Helena’s thoughts spiraled into a dark, twisted place. She couldn’t fathom how someone like that bitch —a woman who was supposedly an emotional vagabond and had the em
Helena barely had time to gather herself after her disastrous video when she heard the heavy knock on her door. Her heart pounded in her chest, dread creeping up her spine. She knew that knock all too well—it was her father. And he was furious.The door swung open, and James stormed into the room, his face twisted in anger. Matilda followed closely behind, her expression a mix of concern and forced calm. “Helena!” James’s voice boomed, making her flinch. “What in the world were you thinking?”Helena swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. “Dad, I was just trying to—”“Trying to what?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “Destroy our family’s reputation? You’ve embarrassed us beyond repair! Using the charity ball as an excuse to drug Ray Manchester, of all people? How could you be so reckless? Your naked picture with my business partner is all over the internet, how I’m I to face the world after this?Helena’s heart raced as she stumbled over her words. “I—I didn’t think it
Matilda could hardly believe what she just heard—Lilliana was the mystery girl spotted with Ray Manchester. How was that even possible? “You need to stop joking about this, Helena. There’s no way in hell that piece of wood is with him,” Matilda scoffed. Helena had expected exactly this sort of reaction from her mother because she felt the same way when Ellen first sent her the news. “My thoughts exactly, Mom, because this is unbelievable. Why is that bitch with my hubby? Do you remember the rumors about her at the party?” “Yes, baby. The news was online for five minutes before it was taken down, which I found unbelievable since the Anderson PR team isn’t usually that efficient. They couldn’t even take your news down until the next day.” “Mom, you’re off track—that’s not what I’m talking about,” Helena whined. “Sorry, baby,” Matilda muttered, though she couldn’t help but think about how suspiciously fast the news had been removed. “She was wearing the same outfit as the whore
James frowned. “And how do you propose we do that? Lilliana’s already in the spot link with Helena video “Matilda’s lips curved into a small, calculating smile. “Better. If we can subtly push that connection further, stir up more rumors, it could work in our favor. Let the public focus on Lilliana been alive. If they’re too busy gossiping about her, they’ll forget about Helena.”James considered her suggestion, his anger slowly giving way to reluctant agreement. It was a gamble, but at this point, he didn’t have many options. “And how do we ensure the rumors spread? We can’t be seen as the ones fanning the flames.”Matilda’s mind raced as she considered her options.** “We need Lilliana to make a public appearance,” she said suddenly.James frowned, his anger momentarily subsiding as he tried to understand her angle. “What good would that do?”Matilda’s eyes gleamed with a cunning light. “Think about it. If we can position Lilliana as the center of attention, especially in a positive