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The morning sun filtered in through the blinds, casting pale golden rays across the polished floors. The house felt unusually quiet, too quiet. Then came the soft dragging sound of a suitcase wheel against the floor.Crystal appeared at the stairway, dressed plainly, her pale face void of color but carrying a strange calm. The workers passed with other of her luggages as she clutched one small suitcase in her hand. Her steps were slow, deliberate, like someone who had already said goodbye a hundred times in her heart.Downstairs, Evelyn and Betty were seated on the couch, heads close together, giggling over something on Betty’s tablet."Mom, look at this post," Betty cackled, swiping with her pink-polished nails. "Someone said if your maid starts dressing fine, just know your jewelry box is next."Evelyn let out a loud laugh. “These people online have no chill. But it’s true! That girl from the Johnsons, what’s her name—ran off with their family diamonds and left a thank-you note!”Sh
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The house had never felt so quiet.After the sound of car doors shutting, luggage being loaded, and tires rolling off the driveway, silence settled over the Blake residence like a thick, invisible fog.Evelyn stood frozen in the middle of the living room. Betty had long stormed off upstairs, slamming her door behind her. But Evelyn remained—still and suddenly… hollow.Her eyes slowly moved to the small black box Crystal had left on the table. It felt heavier now, more significant.Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for it. She sat down slowly, untying the ribbon carefully, almost nervously, like something inside might explode and pierce straight through her chest.She opened it.Inside lay a neatly folded letter, tucked over a small bracelet—a simple charm bracelet with the word “Grace” engraved on the centerpiece.With slow fingers, Evelyn unfolded the letter. Her breath caught when she saw Crystal’s handwriting, smooth and graceful. Then she began to read.---Dear Mom,I ne
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The morning sun bathed the Blake dining room in a soft amber light, casting golden streaks across the marble floor and freshly arranged roses at the center of the long mahogany table. The air smelled of toast, honey-glazed ham, and cinnamon tea. The mansion, for once, felt lively… deceptively so.Christian sat at the head of the table, well-groomed in a navy-blue casual shirt, sleeves rolled and watch gleaming beneath the morning light. His face bore a rested glow, and his smile subtle but genuine made the staff exchange glances in surprise. He hadn’t smiled like this in weeks.“Did you tell the chef to add cardamom in the tea?” he asked, taking a sip. “Tastes different. In a good way.”Olivia gave a small nod from her seat. “I thought you might notice. You always notice the smallest things.”Christian chuckled and leaned back slightly. “What can I say? I like my tea precisely.”Ilda, seated a few seats down in a silky blush robe, placed a manicured hand over her baby bump. She looked
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Christian turned sharply toward Ilda as the heavy accusation hung in the air like smoke refusing to clear. His eyes locked on hers in disbelief. "Ilda..." he muttered, almost unable to process it. “How could your clearance be involved in this?” Ilda blinked, then suddenly let out a soft, dismissive laugh — one that felt strangely forced, like a veil covering something darker. “What are you even saying?” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear and flashing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Christian is my soon-to-be husband… and the father of my unborn baby.” She placed a gentle hand over her stomach. “Why on earth would I betray us like that?” Murmurs broke out again across the boardroom. Christian was still frozen, his mind clouded. But Mrs. Felicity wasn’t done. She stepped forward boldly, her voice firm. “Ma’am,” she said, eyes directly on Ilda, “with all due respect, ever since you resumed work in this company, strange things have been happening. From unauthorized fil
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The sun cast a golden hue across the skyline as the cab pulled up in front of the large, modern home nestled quietly in a peaceful Los Angeles neighborhood. The air smelled like sea breeze and freshly mowed lawns. Birds chirped in the distance. A new chapter had silently begun.When the car pulled into the private, gated neighborhood, her breath caught. Adrian stepped out first, his usual guarded expression replaced with something softer—relieved, maybe even hopeful. He opened the door for Crystal, who stepped out slowly, her eyes wide as she took in the property.“This is… yours?” she asked quietly, looking up at the spacious two-story house, lined with glass windows and lush greenery.Adrian nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. One of a few places I have here. I figured this would be the calmest for you.”She turned slowly, scanning the area. Everything felt… safe. Far from Evelyn’s cruel gaze. Far from the ghost of her pain.Adrian walked ahead, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.
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The evening air wrapped around Ilda like silk as she stepped onto the mansion’s wide balcony. The golden rays of the setting sun highlighted the pride on her face. She pulled out her phone, dialing a number she knew by heart no hesitation, no second thought.The call connected.“I was wondering when you’d call,” the man’s voice came through, smooth and amused.Ilda’s lips curved into a full, victorious smile as she leaned against the railing. “She almost ruined everything today.”“You mean the old head of department?” the man asked with a low chuckle.“Yes, Felicity.” Ilda rolled her eyes. “That witch found a way to trace some of the documents and connected them to Rays and Co. She was beginning to look in the right direction. If she had connected the dots a day earlier, Christian might have suspected me.”“But he didn’t,” the man said knowingly.“Of course not,” Ilda said, her voice laced with wicked glee. “You should have seen his face—confused, angry, completely shocked. And I just
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The house was eerily quiet as Olivia stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors, each step echoing in the emptiness. Her mind was racing, the fury inside her growing with every thought of Ilda’s audacity. She had just witnessed that woman mocking her, mocking her family, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers curled into fists, and she gritted her teeth as she walked faster, her breath sharp with anger.Just as she rounded the corner, her mind still clouded with rage, she suddenly collided with someone hard.“Ugh!” Olivia gasped, stumbling backward, but strong hands caught her, pulling her back before she could fall. She looked up, her face flushed with frustration, only to be met with a calm, unreadable gaze.“Robert…” she muttered, irritated, not even realizing it was him she had run into.His grip loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely. “Olivia, are you alright?” he asked, his voice low and surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to her bu
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The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer white curtains of the spacious bedroom. The room was wrapped in quiet warmth, touched by the scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling eggs. Crystal stirred gently beneath the plush duvet, the satin sheets brushing against her skin. She opened her eyes slowly—just in time to see Adrian walk in with a large silver tray in his hands.“Good morning, sunshine,” he said with a smile, his voice thick with warmth.Crystal blinked at the tray in surprise. “Adrian…?”On the tray was an exotic breakfast—perfectly poached eggs, warm croissants, crispy bacon, a bowl of mixed berries, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and a side of honey-drizzled pancakes. The meal was arranged so beautifully it could have been served in a five-star hotel.“You didn’t have to do all this,” she murmured, sitting up as he placed the tray gently on her lap.“I wanted to,” he replied softly, sitting beside her on the bed. “You deserve to be pampered,
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Footsteps echoed against the marble floor, slow and deliberate.Christian turned his gaze—and there he was.Ethan Blake.He stepped into the boardroom wearing a jet-black suit with a steel-gray shirt, no tie, and a subtle diamond pin on his collar. His presence was silent but commanding. His shoulders had broadened with age and experience, his jaw more defined, and his once-youthful eyes had grown colder. Calculating. The boy Christian once towered over… now stood as a man. A man built from silence, rejection, and ambition.Ethan walked forward and stood directly in front of Christian, his expression unreadable.Christian stared at him hard. Really stared. His mind took him back—back to when Ethan was just a quiet shadow in the house, always behind his mother, always watching, never speaking. The illegitimate one. The mistake. The secret.Now here he was, in a power seat.A subtle flick of Ethan’s fingers, a gesture as casual as a breath—and the entire room cleared out. Not a word exc
The Price of His Betrayal Sixty-Two
The sun had barely risen over the towering skyline when Christian stepped out of the mansion. The breeze was soft, brushing through the well-trimmed hedges that bordered the driveway, but his heart was anything but calm. Dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit that clung to his tall frame with tailored perfection, Christian's face was unreadable. His steps were slow but firm, his mind already miles away from home.A black luxury car sat idling in front of the house. The driver rushed forward to open the rear door. Christian's assistant manager, a young, dutiful man named Kelvin, was already seated in the passenger side of the back seat, his tablet in hand and his suit freshly pressed. As Christian slid into the seat beside him, the door shut with a gentle thud—and the world outside felt sealed away.“Sir,” Kelvin said without looking up from the screen, “Rays & Co has officially approved your visit. You're expected at the headquarters before 9 a.m.”Christian only gave a small nod. No words
The Price of His Betrayal Sixty-one
The day had faded into a canvas of twilight, painting soft shades of gold and lavender across the sky. The evening breeze was cool, brushing gently through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and the quiet hum of promise. Crystal sat alone on the balcony, her arms folded across her chest, her mind replaying every moment of the day from Adrian’s surprising proposal to the distant memory of her parents’ birthday traditions. There was a softness in her gaze, a gentle melancholy. She felt the weight of time and healing.She didn’t expect to hear footsteps, but she turned when she did—Adrian, standing in the doorway, dressed casually but with a look on his face that made her heart skip.“Come with me,” he said gently.Crystal tilted her head. “Where?”“I just… I want to show you something,” he murmured, not giving much away, his voice filled with something between nerves and certainty. “Wear something comfortable.”The way he looked at her—intense, unreadable—sent shivers through her che
The Price of His Betrayal Sixty
The clock chimed softly from the corner of the Blake mansion’s expansive hallway as the evening shadows crept longer against the marble floor. The soft glow from the crystal chandelier bounced off the glassware neatly arranged on the dining table, where Robert and Ilda sat, casually picking at their dinner. A few maids shuffled quietly in the background, pouring drinks and ensuring everything was in perfect order.Ilda, dressed in a sleek satin wrap dress that shimmered under the light, twirled her fork with a distant smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She leaned in closer to Robert, who was telling her something in a hushed tone, a glass of wine in his hand.Just then—SLAM!The front door burst open with a thunderous bang, echoing like a gunshot across the hall.Everyone froze.Robert’s hand paused mid-air, his fork hovering just above his plate. Ilda sat up straight instantly, the smirk on her face vanishing. Even the maids stilled, casting each other uncertain glances.Heavy
The Price of His Betrayal Fifty-Nine
The evening sun cast a golden hue across the Blake residence, but inside, the atmosphere was far from warm.Olivia sat stiffly on the edge of the living room couch, her eyes scanning the floor as if searching for answers buried in the tile. A cup of untouched tea rested on the table before her, steam long gone cold.Robert walked in quietly, his shirt sleeves rolled up, a calm look plastered across his face. He took a deep breath and sat beside her.“I spoke to Ilda,” he began, gently, almost too gently. “She promised she won't do anything with that footage. She said she only wanted to scare you.”Olivia’s eyes didn’t move from the floor. Her lips tightened slightly, then parted. “You believe her?”Robert exhaled. “Olivia, she’s carrying Christian’s child. She's just... emotional. All that energy—she doesn’t know how to control it. But she gave me her word.”That was the wrong thing to say.Olivia’s head snapped toward him, her eyes suddenly sharp, searching his face for any hint of d
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The sun barely pierced through the cloudy sky as Christian’s black car rolled into the private company garage. The tires came to a silent halt, and the door opened smoothly with the help of a security guard. Christian stepped out—his face carved in stone. The sharp cut of his black suit echoed authority, but his eyes were dim, as if weighed down by something heavier than fatigue.He adjusted the cuff of his shirt mechanically, his gold wristwatch flashing briefly under the dull morning light. His walk was brisk and deliberate. The moment he entered the building, the atmosphere changed."Good morning, sir," a few employees greeted with half-smiles and nervous nods.He didn’t respond, just a stiff nod of acknowledgment. The elevator ride up was silent, the digital floor numbers blinking one by one until he arrived at the top.His secretary rose immediately from her desk. "Mr. John is waiting for you inside, sir."Christian gave a slight nod and walked into his office.John stood by the
The Price of His Betrayal Fifty-Seven
The sky had already started to turn amber as evening rolled in. Crystal had spent nearly the whole day quietly in the house, replaying childhood memories in her mind like soft music. The moment she whispered, “Can’t believe I’m one year older today,” she had no idea her words would set something in motion.Now, the house was unusually quiet. She had spent most of the afternoon alone, her eyes occasionally drifting to the clock. Adrian hadn’t returned since morning. Even the workers seemed oddly silent. A part of her had tried to shake off the earlier disappointment, but it lingered. Maybe he really forgot, she thought.Just as she stood up to go upstairs and call it a day, there was a gentle knock on her room door.“Ma’am,” one of the housekeepers said with a warm smile, “please, come with me.”Crystal blinked, confused. “Where to?”“Please, ma’am. Just follow.”With hesitant steps, Crystal followed the woman out of the house and into the garage. But the moment the large doors slowly
The Price of His Betrayal Fifty-Six
The morning sunlight spilled through the tall curtains, casting golden beams over the room as Crystal slowly blinked herself awake. The sheets felt warm, and the air held a rare kind of peace. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the birds chirping just outside the window and the faint swish of tree branches swaying in the wind.Then, memories began to surface—soft, delicate ones wrapped in laughter and love.Her mother’s voice, singing in the kitchen while baking her favorite cake…Her father’s off-key birthday song every single year, just to make her laugh…The handmade birthday cards with little drawings…The feeling of being home.A faint smile curved Crystal’s lips as her fingers brushed against her small baby bump. She whispered gently to herself, her voice light as air, “I can’t believe I’m one year older today…”She let out a soft sigh, blinking away the sting that threatened to cloud her eyes. Just as she turned her face to the window again, the door clicked open. She tu
The Price of His Betrayal Fifty-Five
Christian’s heart dropped. “My mother’s?”John nodded, eyes narrowing. “But it doesn’t make sense. The IP address was rerouted. Someone used a cloaked protocol to imitate her clearance. These aren’t random hacks. They were executed from within your company’s network. Someone with access... and knowledge of your system.”Christian’s fists tightened. “Who was the last person to log in under that clearance?”“Here,” John pointed, eyes scanning the string of data on his screen. “This transaction… it was executed using Olivia’s executive clearance.”Christian’s heart pounded. “My mother’s?”John gave a tight nod, his brows drawn together in concern. “Yes. But something’s not adding up. The IP address was rerouted. There was a cloaking protocol that used advanced stuff. It made it appear like Olivia logged in herself, but the location pinged internally from your company’s main server.”Christian’s fists balled at his sides. “So you’re saying it’s someone inside.”“Exactly. Someone with both
