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Christian nodded slowly, each movement deliberate, heavy, filled with disgust.“He’s not just back," he growled. "He’s sitting on an empire. An empire funded by the investors I was supposed to secure. And today... he mocked me. Embarrassed me. Made me look like a fool."Olivia stumbled back a step as if the air itself had smacked her across the face.“No, no, no, this can’t be,” she muttered, pressing her fingers against her temple.“That wretched boy? That boy I thought would rot in the gutters without you! The woman’s son!” Her voice rose higher with every word, fueled by disbelief and horror.She began pacing the living room, her heels clicking frantically against the marble tiles.“I thought we got rid of all threats, Christian! I thought we silenced their chances forever! How—how, how could this happen?”Christian threw himself into a chair, legs spread wide, the picture of a man grappling with wounded pride. He ran a hand down his face, feeling the burn of shame all over again.
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Still, deep inside, an unsettled feeling gnawed at him.A shadow of doubt.A whisper of mistrust.Something about all of this felt… off.But he pushed the thought aside. For now, he had a new mission: destroy Ethan.Whatever it took.Without another word, Christian stalked toward the staircase, his footsteps heavy, his back rigid like a soldier marching into battle.Behind him, Ilda watched him disappear upstairs, her eyes glittering with dark amusement.She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking slightly, a victorious grin slipping onto her lips the moment she was sure no one was watching."Soon, Christian," she whispered, her voice dripping with honeyed poison."Very soon... everything you have will be ashes at your feet."And she would be standing there to watch it all burn.The soft morning light filtered into the cozy kitchen as Crystal moved about gracefully, tying her hair up in a loose bun. She had already laid out a few ingredients on the counter — eggs, flour, fresh fruits
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He shrugged as if it didn't matter, but his body was too tense to fool her."It’s from a person I don't want to talk to," he said shortly, trying to wave it off like it was nothing.Crystal tilted her head, her brows pulling together in concern."I think you should hear the person out," she said carefully, her voice soft but firm. "You know... sometimes ignoring someone only makes things worse. Especially if it's something important. And... the other day, you ignored that same caller too."Adrian hesitated, his fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. He didn’t want to — he really didn’t — but the gentle insistence in Crystal’s eyes made him rethink.Almost reluctantly, he reached into his pocket again and pulled out the phone.Before he could even decide, the screen lit up again — this time, it was a video call.Adrian muttered something under his breath, feeling cornered. Without saying anything, he answered the call and set the phone casually on the small cupboard nearby, not
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The small kitchen felt strangely bigger after the call ended — as if the ghosts that had haunted them for so long had suddenly loosened their grip.But it also felt... heavier. Not in a bad way, but in a way that said: Things have changed.Adrian sat down slowly, pulling his chair closer to the table where Crystal had laid out their breakfast.It was simple — eggs, toast, a little fruit, and coffee — but the way Crystal had arranged everything with so much care made it feel like a feast.After cleaning up the kitchen, Crystal and Adrian found themselves naturally drifting toward the cozy little living room.The air smelled faintly of fresh coffee and sunlight. It was the kind of morning that made the world outside seem so far away — like they were living inside a tiny, perfect bubble where nothing could hurt them.Adrian collapsed onto the couch with a soft groan, leaning his head back lazily.Crystal laughed gently, picking up a small cushion and tossing it at him."You act like you
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The black Mercedes rolled smoothly into the underground parking lot of Blake Enterprises, its polished surface gleaming under the morning sun.Christian Blake sat in the backseat, stone-faced, his mind busy calculating every possibility, every risk, every outcome of the meeting ahead.John sat beside him, flipping through a folder nervously, his brows knitted together with tension."Christian," John finally broke the heavy silence, his voice low and uncertain, "I really hope this investment works out."He cleared his throat, adjusting the papers he was holding."The Chinese investors... they’re our last hope of survival right now."Christian turned slightly, his sharp gaze flickering to John."We’ve prepared well," he said calmly, though the steel in his voice was unmistakable."The relationship we’ve built with them has been strong for years. There’s no reason for them to reject the proposal."John hesitated, his fingers tapping anxiously against the folder."I know. But... with the
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70Christian entered the boardroom with his usual commanding presence, his expensive watch glinting under the light, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor.John followed close behind, carrying the folders for the meeting.Around the long oak table, the Chinese investors were already seated, their faces stoic, professional, their eyes sharp and evaluating.Christian offered a polite smile, inclining his head respectfully as he greeted them."Good morning, gentlemen. It’s an honor to finally have you here at Blake Enterprises," he began, his voice strong, confident."We’ve been preparing for this partnership for months, and I believe today marks the beginning of a mutually profitable relationship."The investors murmured polite greetings in return, nodding slightly.The translator sitting at the side repeated Christian’s words in Mandarin, ensuring everyone was on the same page.Christian felt the usual rhythm of business flowing through him.This was what he was go
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His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening with rage.Near the door, Ilda stylishly rushed forward, pretending to be horrified.She placed a gentle hand on Christian’s arm, her voice a perfect melody of fake concern."Christian, please... calm down," she whispered softly."You're going to make yourself sick. Please, let’s sit down. It’s not the end. We can fix this..."Christian wrenched his arm free, eyes burning with frustration.He glared at the remaining workers in the room — the ones who had failed to shut off the footage in time."You’re all useless!" Christian roared, his voice tearing through the heavy tension like a blade.It wasn't just anger in his tone — it was betrayal, humiliation, a man desperately trying to claw back his crumbling world.He stood there, fists trembling, chest heaving with rage.The echoes of his shout bounced off the cold boardroom walls, leaving a deadly silence in its wake.The workers shrank back like scolded children, their heads bowed low
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The morning sun streamed softly through the large windows of Ethan's luxury penthouse, painting golden patterns across the marble floors.It was a new day — a victorious day.The air inside was sweet with the scent of fresh flowers and the richer, almost tangible scent of triumph.Ethan sat on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, watching the morning news that recapped the disastrous collapse of Christian Blake’s business empire.The headline flashed boldly:"CHRISTIAN BLAKE: FROM BUSINESS KING TO FALLEN TYCOON"Ethan chuckled darkly under his breath.He leaned back, running a hand through his hair in sheer satisfaction.From the hallway, Ilda emerged, her silk robe trailing behind her like a queen making her entrance.Her face wore a victorious smile — a smile of someone who had waited so long for this moment.As she approached, Ethan’s eyes softened, and he set his glass aside, opening his arms wide."Come here, my queen," he said warmly.Ilda laughed — a rich, soft laugh — and s
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Before Ilda could form a response, heavy footsteps echoed down the grand staircase.Olivia descended slowly, dressed in a dark silk gown, her face lined with exhaustion and worry."What’s going on here?" Olivia asked, her voice tight, her eyes narrowing into suspicious slits.Christian didn’t answer directly.Instead, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit with a slow, deliberate motion, his jaw tight and a storm flickering in his eyes.With a sharp flick of his wrist, he threw a thick bundle of papers at Olivia’s feet.They scattered across the floor like fallen leaves, rustling against the marble tiles.Olivia bent down, her hands trembling as she picked up the papers, her perfectly manicured fingers struggling to grasp them. Her face paled, and a deep frown etched itself between her brows as her chest rose and fell in uneven, shallow breaths.Her eyes scanned the top sheet and her face slowly drained of all color.A deafening silence filled the room.Only the faint ticking o
The Price of His Betrayal Seventy-Four
The heavy front door swung open with a deep, resonant groan, and Ilda stepped inside, her arms burdened with shopping bags and a small piece of luggage. A gust of cold, stale air greeted her, stirring a faint shiver down her spine. The workers, clad in crisp uniforms, rushed toward her, their footsteps tapping sharply against the marble floors.They wore polite smiles—too polite, too rehearsed—as they relieved her of her bags, their movements practiced and mechanical.The mansion swallowed her whole.It felt different.Too cold.Too empty.The grand hall stretched out before her, a cavern of gleaming marble and shadow. The once-warm chandeliers that used to bathe the entrance in soft gold light now flickered weakly, casting long, distorted.Ilda hesitated on the threshold, her heels clicking softly as she shifted her weight. She could hear the distant ticking of the grand clock in the main parlor, each second stretching out with painful slowness. The echoes of the workers’ footsteps r
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The late afternoon sun dipped lazily behind the hills, casting long shadows over the winding streets. Inside the luxurious midnight-black Rolls Royce, Ilda sat like a queen basking in her triumph.The car's interior smelled of rich leather and the faintest hint of her expensive perfume.Next to her, several luxury shopping bags, bearing logos of high-end brands, rustled softly as the car glided smoothly along the quiet road.Her fingers absentmindedly brushed over a bag of delicate pastries she had picked up, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile.Victory tastes sweeter than anything money could buy.Today, she felt invincible — like she had the world spinning in the palm of her hand.Christian Blake — the once untouchable, arrogant businessman — was now no better than the dust under her feet.The memory of his shattered face at the boardroom replayed in her mind like a cherished melody, and she let out a small, satisfied laugh, low and dangerous.The driver, a muscular man dres
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His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening with rage.Near the door, Ilda stylishly rushed forward, pretending to be horrified.She placed a gentle hand on Christian’s arm, her voice a perfect melody of fake concern."Christian, please... calm down," she whispered softly."You're going to make yourself sick. Please, let’s sit down. It’s not the end. We can fix this..."Christian wrenched his arm free, eyes burning with frustration.He glared at the remaining workers in the room — the ones who had failed to shut off the footage in time."You’re all useless!" Christian roared, his voice tearing through the heavy tension like a blade.It wasn't just anger in his tone — it was betrayal, humiliation, a man desperately trying to claw back his crumbling world.He stood there, fists trembling, chest heaving with rage.The echoes of his shout bounced off the cold boardroom walls, leaving a deadly silence in its wake.The workers shrank back like scolded children, their heads bowed low
The Price of His Betrayal Seventy
70Christian entered the boardroom with his usual commanding presence, his expensive watch glinting under the light, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor.John followed close behind, carrying the folders for the meeting.Around the long oak table, the Chinese investors were already seated, their faces stoic, professional, their eyes sharp and evaluating.Christian offered a polite smile, inclining his head respectfully as he greeted them."Good morning, gentlemen. It’s an honor to finally have you here at Blake Enterprises," he began, his voice strong, confident."We’ve been preparing for this partnership for months, and I believe today marks the beginning of a mutually profitable relationship."The investors murmured polite greetings in return, nodding slightly.The translator sitting at the side repeated Christian’s words in Mandarin, ensuring everyone was on the same page.Christian felt the usual rhythm of business flowing through him.This was what he was go
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The black Mercedes rolled smoothly into the underground parking lot of Blake Enterprises, its polished surface gleaming under the morning sun.Christian Blake sat in the backseat, stone-faced, his mind busy calculating every possibility, every risk, every outcome of the meeting ahead.John sat beside him, flipping through a folder nervously, his brows knitted together with tension."Christian," John finally broke the heavy silence, his voice low and uncertain, "I really hope this investment works out."He cleared his throat, adjusting the papers he was holding."The Chinese investors... they’re our last hope of survival right now."Christian turned slightly, his sharp gaze flickering to John."We’ve prepared well," he said calmly, though the steel in his voice was unmistakable."The relationship we’ve built with them has been strong for years. There’s no reason for them to reject the proposal."John hesitated, his fingers tapping anxiously against the folder."I know. But... with the
The Price of His Betrayal Sixty-Eight
The small kitchen felt strangely bigger after the call ended — as if the ghosts that had haunted them for so long had suddenly loosened their grip.But it also felt... heavier. Not in a bad way, but in a way that said: Things have changed.Adrian sat down slowly, pulling his chair closer to the table where Crystal had laid out their breakfast.It was simple — eggs, toast, a little fruit, and coffee — but the way Crystal had arranged everything with so much care made it feel like a feast.After cleaning up the kitchen, Crystal and Adrian found themselves naturally drifting toward the cozy little living room.The air smelled faintly of fresh coffee and sunlight. It was the kind of morning that made the world outside seem so far away — like they were living inside a tiny, perfect bubble where nothing could hurt them.Adrian collapsed onto the couch with a soft groan, leaning his head back lazily.Crystal laughed gently, picking up a small cushion and tossing it at him."You act like you
The Price of His Betrayal Sixty-Seven
He shrugged as if it didn't matter, but his body was too tense to fool her."It’s from a person I don't want to talk to," he said shortly, trying to wave it off like it was nothing.Crystal tilted her head, her brows pulling together in concern."I think you should hear the person out," she said carefully, her voice soft but firm. "You know... sometimes ignoring someone only makes things worse. Especially if it's something important. And... the other day, you ignored that same caller too."Adrian hesitated, his fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. He didn’t want to — he really didn’t — but the gentle insistence in Crystal’s eyes made him rethink.Almost reluctantly, he reached into his pocket again and pulled out the phone.Before he could even decide, the screen lit up again — this time, it was a video call.Adrian muttered something under his breath, feeling cornered. Without saying anything, he answered the call and set the phone casually on the small cupboard nearby, not
