"What the hell is going on?!" Victor exclaimed, his face red with rage as he glared at his assistant. "What happened to the stocks? Why is everything going downward?" Victor’s assistant, Donovan, trembled under the weight of Victor's explosive rage. He adjusted his glasses nervously, clutching a tablet displaying a series of plunging red lines and alarming financial forecasts.“Sir, we’ve traced the anomalies in the market. It seems like someone has been deliberately shorting our stocks and leaking sensitive information to the media,” Donovan stammered."If you have traced the person, why is this still happening?" Victor seethed, "Why are they still not dealt with? Or do I have to teach you everything?!" Donovan swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he adjusted the tablet again. “S-Sir, we’ve identified patterns, but the issue is...the culprit is operating through proxies and offshore accounts. It’s taking time to—"“Time?!” Victor thundered, slamming his fist onto the desk. The soun
{Why will you send that to him?}"What do you mean, why?" Lily replied with a raised brow as she brushed her teeth, preparing to go to bed. "Both of them are enemies, and it would be better if they both destroyed themselves instead of me dirtying my hands with their problems." "That way I can just focus my attention on Hamilton. Well... And helping Mark." She added with a smirk. "And yes, unlocking that vault built by my mother."{You’re playing with fire, Lily. If Victor figures out you’re the one who sent him that package, you won’t have the luxury of focusing on Hamilton—or anything else for that matter.}Lily turned off the tap and straightened her back as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips curled into a sly smile, the kind that revealed just how much she relished the chaos she had just unleashed.“Victor won’t find out. He’s too busy sharpening his claws for Arthur. Besides,” she added, tossing her toothbrush into its holder and turning to face them, “even if h
"Your mother wants to see you. When will you be available to come home?" Michael said, leaning back in his chair after his discussion with Mark."I'm busy," Mark replied without skipping a beat. "I won't be available to come over." "You are busy, or you don't want to meet with your mother?" Micheal questioned knowingly, making Mark let out a long sigh. "You know how it is. Every time I go there, it’s the same thing. She just—”“She’s your mother,” Michael interrupted, his tone firm but calm. “She’s been through enough, Mark. Between her condition and how stubborn you’ve been, she’s reaching her limit.”“I’m stubborn?” Mark shot back, raising an eyebrow as his hand clenched around the phone. “She’s the one trying to control my life! She doesn’t listen to me, doesn’t respect my choices—”“Mark.” Michael’s voice was sharper now. “This weekend. Come home. Talk to her. She’s throwing tantrums, and I’m not about to sit here watching her stress herself into a worse state.”Mark groaned, ru
Mark paced outside the hospital room, his hands buried deep in his pockets. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled the air, mixing with the sharp tension that hung over him like a storm cloud. His mind replayed the argument with his mother over and over again, each word cutting deeper than the last.Michael stepped out of the room, his face drawn and tired. He rubbed his temples before glancing at Mark, who froze mid-step.“How is she?” Mark asked, his voice hoarse.“She’s stable,” Michael replied, though his tone was edged with exhaustion. “The doctor says it was a stress-induced episode. Her heart couldn’t take the strain.”Mark’s chest tightened. “I didn’t mean—”Michael raised his hand to cut him off. “Save it. This isn’t the time for excuses. She needs rest, not another fight.”Mark swallowed hard, guilt twisting his stomach. “I’ll apologise when she wakes up.”“You’d better,” Michael snapped. “But don’t think for a second that this is just about today. She’s been under constan
Victoria vomited blood as she held her stomach in pain. She glared daggers at her father, who was smirking down at her, a triumphant smile on his lips, his eyes glinted with mischief and pride. Hatred bubbled in Victoria's heart, and her blood boiled with rage as she thought about her latest discovery, about how the evil couple, her father and her stepmother, who had been her nanny when her mother was alive, had poisoned her just so they could take over her mother's wealth.Her father sneered mockingly, "So what if your mother left everything to you? So what if you know that we schemed and killed your mother to take her wealth? What can you do about it? You are still too powerless to do anything; even your death would mean nothing, just like your mother's!" He boasted hauntingly, which further boosted Victoria's rage."Why? What did my mother do to you?" She choked out, blood spilling out of her mouth with every word. Kate, her stepmother, sneered with hatred, "She took my husband!
"It's a miracle that you were able to make it; for a minute, your heart stopped, and we thought we lost you; you scared me." A middle-aged woman sobbed as Lily stared at her blankly, not knowing who she was or how to answer her. "How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Do you need me to get you anything?" She continued to ask, but Lily remained quiet, trying her best to make sense of what was happening."What is going on? Who are you?" she asked, which shocked both the doctor and the middle-aged woman. "It's me, your mother; did you forget?" The middle-aged woman asked, looking from her daughter, whose body had been occupied by Victoria, to the doctor."My mother?" Victoria replied calmly.The middle-aged woman turned to the doctor with fresh tears and said, "Doctor, you have to check properly; why does my daughter not recognise me?"The doctors soothed her while making preparations to conduct tests on Lily's brain to check for any signs of amnesia. "It's common fo
Victoria soon got used to her newly acquired identity as Lily Turner. Under the intense care of her mother and younger brother, she got better and was finally discharged after a month of being in the hospital. During this time, her roommate, Merissa, had come to apologise for her clumsiness, and to show her sincerity, her family offered to pay the hospital bill. Victoria had nothing against them paying, but she was determined to take revenge on her on behalf of the previous owner of the body. Once the doctors were done giving their instructions about what to do and what not to do, Victoria was finally discharged to go home. Her eyes watered upon stepping out of the hospital and she breathed in the fresh air.She appreciated the second chance that life gave her and promised to cherish it, which is why she hadn't bothered herself about learning about the situation in Hamilton's family and company and only focused on recovering and getting to know her new family. As they walked towa
A young man dressed in an expensive black suit sat at the reception of a hospital, waiting for the doctor's report. His brows furrowed in deep concentration, and his shoes tapped the floor in continuous succession as he became impatient after waiting for so long.His subordinate, who was sitting not too far away, felt distressed as he noticed his boss was about to lose his temper. Shortly after a male doctor with long black hair walked out just in time, and the young man glared at him in dissatisfaction while the doctor smiled innocently."Must you always keep me waiting anytime I come to your hospital for a checkup? Can't you be a professional and attend to your patients on time?" The young man asked as he walked behind the doctor to his office."You don't expect me to give you special treatment because you are family, do you? Besides, young master Mark, you didn't make an appointment before barging into the hospital," Dr. Nathan, Mark's cousin, reprimanded him with an eye roll as h
Mark paced outside the hospital room, his hands buried deep in his pockets. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled the air, mixing with the sharp tension that hung over him like a storm cloud. His mind replayed the argument with his mother over and over again, each word cutting deeper than the last.Michael stepped out of the room, his face drawn and tired. He rubbed his temples before glancing at Mark, who froze mid-step.“How is she?” Mark asked, his voice hoarse.“She’s stable,” Michael replied, though his tone was edged with exhaustion. “The doctor says it was a stress-induced episode. Her heart couldn’t take the strain.”Mark’s chest tightened. “I didn’t mean—”Michael raised his hand to cut him off. “Save it. This isn’t the time for excuses. She needs rest, not another fight.”Mark swallowed hard, guilt twisting his stomach. “I’ll apologise when she wakes up.”“You’d better,” Michael snapped. “But don’t think for a second that this is just about today. She’s been under constan
"Your mother wants to see you. When will you be available to come home?" Michael said, leaning back in his chair after his discussion with Mark."I'm busy," Mark replied without skipping a beat. "I won't be available to come over." "You are busy, or you don't want to meet with your mother?" Micheal questioned knowingly, making Mark let out a long sigh. "You know how it is. Every time I go there, it’s the same thing. She just—”“She’s your mother,” Michael interrupted, his tone firm but calm. “She’s been through enough, Mark. Between her condition and how stubborn you’ve been, she’s reaching her limit.”“I’m stubborn?” Mark shot back, raising an eyebrow as his hand clenched around the phone. “She’s the one trying to control my life! She doesn’t listen to me, doesn’t respect my choices—”“Mark.” Michael’s voice was sharper now. “This weekend. Come home. Talk to her. She’s throwing tantrums, and I’m not about to sit here watching her stress herself into a worse state.”Mark groaned, ru
{Why will you send that to him?}"What do you mean, why?" Lily replied with a raised brow as she brushed her teeth, preparing to go to bed. "Both of them are enemies, and it would be better if they both destroyed themselves instead of me dirtying my hands with their problems." "That way I can just focus my attention on Hamilton. Well... And helping Mark." She added with a smirk. "And yes, unlocking that vault built by my mother."{You’re playing with fire, Lily. If Victor figures out you’re the one who sent him that package, you won’t have the luxury of focusing on Hamilton—or anything else for that matter.}Lily turned off the tap and straightened her back as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips curled into a sly smile, the kind that revealed just how much she relished the chaos she had just unleashed.“Victor won’t find out. He’s too busy sharpening his claws for Arthur. Besides,” she added, tossing her toothbrush into its holder and turning to face them, “even if h
"What the hell is going on?!" Victor exclaimed, his face red with rage as he glared at his assistant. "What happened to the stocks? Why is everything going downward?" Victor’s assistant, Donovan, trembled under the weight of Victor's explosive rage. He adjusted his glasses nervously, clutching a tablet displaying a series of plunging red lines and alarming financial forecasts.“Sir, we’ve traced the anomalies in the market. It seems like someone has been deliberately shorting our stocks and leaking sensitive information to the media,” Donovan stammered."If you have traced the person, why is this still happening?" Victor seethed, "Why are they still not dealt with? Or do I have to teach you everything?!" Donovan swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he adjusted the tablet again. “S-Sir, we’ve identified patterns, but the issue is...the culprit is operating through proxies and offshore accounts. It’s taking time to—"“Time?!” Victor thundered, slamming his fist onto the desk. The soun
The shoot was in full swing, and while Roseline outwardly maintained her composure, inwardly, she was seething. Every detail of the day seemed to improve Lily’s growing influence. Roseline couldn't deny that the beautiful costumes caught everyone's attention, and she was losing control of the story she had carefully planned to discredit and pull Lily down.'Why does she not play according to the game?' she gritted out as she watched Lily get busy with the costume. 'Isn't she supposed to be angry? We didn't even send her a request for the costume!' Around her, actors and actresses walked about, adjusting their positions for the next shot. Their chatter filled the air, punctuated by laughter and occasional exclamations of delight as they inspected the costumes.“These designs are incredible,” one actress gushed, running her fingers over the intricate embroidery of Roseline's gown. “Lily outdid herself. The fabric feels like it’s made for royalty.”“It’s not just the look; it’s the fit
Roseline stood in the middle of the movie set for The Luna's Lost Halo, draped in an elegant silk robe, her hair styled to perfection. She held her phone at arm’s length, broadcasting live to her millions of followers.“Oh, you all are the sweetest,” she cooed to the screen, flashing a dazzling smile. “Your support means the world to me. I can’t wait for you to see this project come to life,” she said happily."We all have put so much effort into this movie and we hope that it will be pleasing to the audience," she continued with a chuckle as she flaunted her hair and makeup portraying her character. Her assistant, a young woman with glasses perched on her nose, hovered nearby, clutching a clipboard. She glanced nervously at Roseline as a message pinged on her phone where she was following the love broadcast.“Miss Roseline,” the assistant whispered with a bit of urgency in her voice, “your followers are inquiring about the costumes from Lily’s Fashion. Should I…?”Roseline’s smile t
"I've been coming here a lot lately, don't you think?" Lily mumbled under her breath.{You are a young business owner; where else would you be if not in your company?}"At home?" She replied with a smug smile. "Since I already employed people to do the work and you are here to make sure they don't mess it up." {No, I'm here to ensure you get your revenge.}"Same thing," Lily replied. "Without this empire, my revenge would be a lost dream. So see, we are on the same page." Lily sat in her sleek office, scanning the details of her schedule on the tablet Mr. Wallace had left behind. Her gaze lingered on Amelia Grant’s profile as she waited. The young actress’s clean record and rising fame made her an ideal candidate, but Lily wanted to meet her in person to ensure the numbers matched her personality."I love her work ethic; everyone who has worked with her in the past has praised her," she muttered approvingly.{Are you sure it's not because she's hated by your love rival?}"Roseline i
Lily grabbed her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she reached Mark's name. She tapped it and brought the phone to her ear, waiting as the line rang."Hey, love," Mark’s smooth, warm voice came through, a welcome contrast to the tension that had been building all day. "Calling to check up on me?""Something like that," Lily replied, her tone light but hurried. "I just got a strange message from Alpha Tech. They’re claiming they weren’t informed about the reason they weren't included in the new product distribution." Mark sighed, a weary edge to his voice. "I received the email. Sent by your manager, I informed my team about it since we are preparing for the next item launch. Could you send me a copy of the email you received?""Of course," Lily replied, already skimming through the company's inbox. "Give me a moment, and I’ll forward it to you. It struck me as odd, so I figured it was better to address it directly with you.""Smart move," Mark said, his voice steady. "Frede
"Would you like to have lunch with us?" Henry asked, his lips curled up in an inviting smile as his eyes remained fixed on Lily's. "I would love to get to know you better, not the things written on the internet. Those are usually false or exaggerated. What do you say?" Lily hesitated, her lips parting as if to decline politely. "Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude—""Nonsense!" Henry interrupted, his tone cheerful but firm. "William and I would be delighted to have your company. Right, son?"William nodded with a charming smile. "Absolutely. It’s rare to meet with you in person, Miss Lily. Please, join us."Lily’s gaze flickered between the two; without needing to be told, she could tell they were both up to something evil. But she masked her suspicion with a soft smile. "Well, if you insist... I suppose a quick lunch wouldn’t hurt."Henry clapped his hands together. "Splendid! You won’t regret it."They made their way to an upscale restaurant nearby, the atmosphere exuding quiet luxury.