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After five relentless years of struggle, pain, and perseverance, the time had finally come— for her to rise.To mark her presence.To face the world that had once turned its back on her.To confront the demon who shattered her heart, crushed her dreams, and dismantled every fragment of her once-innocent existence.The man who destroyed her will to live.Now, it was time for her to return.To the place where she had lost everything— her dignity, her confidence… herself.The very place where betrayal wore his face.A place that haunted her nights with nightmares, her days with dread.Where every shadow whispered reminders of her pain— the betrayals, the humiliations, the unrelenting torment.A place that echoed with the silence of abandonment.Where her tears once painted the floor,Where her soul had bled quietly,Where her identity was shattered beyond recognition— reborn as a woman cold, calculating, and carved from steel.That place…It didn’t just ruin her— it forged her into someth

Davina was too mentally preoccupied to concentrate on work. The weight of her thoughts pulled her down like invisible chains. After attending a few meetings in a haze, she decided to call it a day. With a few brief instructions to her secretary, she left the office.Her mansion —Bell Mansion on Wolseley Road, nestled in the affluent suburb of Point Piper, overlooked the ethereal view of Lady Martins Beach. A grand, three-story estate, it was a seamless fusion of opulence and timeless royalty. The exterior bore the regal charm of classical architecture, while the interiors exuded palatial elegance. The golden and creamy white theme ran like poetry through its walls. Every inch of the mansion whispered luxury— each curve, carving, and corner was a testament to painstaking craftsmanship and intricate design.The estate boasted a private beach, more than thirty rooms, two internal pools, and three shimmering external ones. Its lush garden surrounded a central fountain, echoing serenity. At

“I… I’m sooo sorry… I… I didn’t know he was important. I thought he was just a stranger… and that’s why I was scared. He… he looks…”She turned her face toward Mr. Parker, her eyes wide with uncertainty, lips trembling as she swallowed the words she didn’t dare to speak. Her voice dropped to a whisper, softer than the silence in the room.“I hadn’t seen him before… I couldn’t recognize him. Is he… is he outside? If yes, then please… please ask him to come in. I want to apologize.”The room fell into stunned stillness. For the first time in years, Davina had initiated a conversation. Not out of compulsion. Not out of necessity. But from a place of fragile courage blooming in her heart. Mr. Parker blinked in disbelief before quickly replying, “It’s okay, Davi. You don’t need to force yourself. I’ll speak to him for you…”But she shook her head, her fingers clenching the hem of her blanket. “No… I want to.”This wasn’t the Davina they knew— the one who built walls thicker than steel, the

After a ten-hour flight, they reached New York, where Michelle had already arranged everything for her. He sent his men, who were not just bodyguards, but trusted shadows of his business empire, to receive her. The sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class Limousine he sent wasn’t just a ride— it was a message. Everything, down to the chilled water bottle of her favorite brand, the scent inside the car, and the precise air conditioning setting, screamed of his attention to detail.Every single staff member had been briefed about her moods, tantrums, silence, and quirky nature. They were told not to ask questions but to obey her and keep him updated— just make her feel safe.He knew her like no one else ever could. For four years, they had breathed in the same air. He’d seen every shade of her rage, laughter, arrogance, and shattering vulnerability. She didn’t have to speak for him to know what she needed. And he, the man with the devil’s reputation in business, turned into her silent protector

Michelle rang the doorbell, but no one answered.Frustrated, overwhelmed with worry, Michele used the key he’d gotten from the manager and let himself into the apartment. Silence greeted him, and an eerie stillness cloaked the space.But then, he saw her.Standing in the dark on the balcony, her back to him, her figure illuminated faintly by the city lights.Relief washed over him so violently that it almost brought him to his knees. The past 24 hours had drained him. Every scenario his mind conjured had tormented him— was she safe, was she hurt, was she gone?And now, she was right there.Leaning over the railing, AirPods in her ears, completely unaware of his presence.Her wavy hair cascaded down her back, dancing gently with the breeze. She wore a thin yellow shirt, slightly oversized, tucked into tight white shorts that exposed her flawless milky legs and the curves he couldn’t ignore. He didn’t intend to ogle— but the raw attraction slammed into him like a tidal wave.His breath c