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Damien shook his head. “She wouldn't try it, not when she thinks she can still get the deed through you.”“I just want this all to be over,” she murmured. “I can’t stop thinking about the deeds I found. One of them… it’s not just a normal deed, Damien. My father practically signed over everything he owns to Janice. Why would he do that? What does she have on him?”Damien’s hands stilled on her feet for a moment, and he let out a thoughtful hum. “And what about the deed?” he asked, looking at her intently. “You have it here with you?” “No, but I took pictures of them.” She pulled out her phone and began scrolling through her gallery until she found the pictures she had taken of the documents. Handing her phone to Damien, she watched as his eyes scanned the details on the screen. His expression grew darker as he read through the conditions of the deed.“This doesn’t add up,” he muttered after a moment, handing the phone back to her. After a long pause, Damien handed

Damien’s jaw tightened. “Or worse, she’s planning to bring one herself,” he said quietly, his protective instincts flaring. The thought made his blood boil. His mind raced with possibilities, considering every scenario Janice might have planned for this meeting. Flora could see it on his face—he was already working out contingencies. Janice was playing a dangerous game, one that involved threats far beyond words. Flora closed her eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the growing fear. Damien was right. If Janice was projecting this much, there was a very real possibility that she had something far more sinister in mind for their meeting. The thought of it made her stomach twist in knots of nervousness. “What’s the last demand?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The unease was building in her chest, an oppressive weight she couldn’t shake. Damien glanced back down at the phone, his expression tightening even more as he read the final part of

Flora led Olivia back to her room, guiding her stepsister with a gentle hand. The moment they entered, Flora was struck by how much Olivia’s room had changed over the years. The once chaotic space was now serene and minimalistic. The loud posters of metal bands, with their garish colors and rebellious poses, had been stripped away. In their place, the walls were bare except for a single framed photograph of Olivia at a serene beach, her smile bright against the backdrop of a setting sun. Flora’s eyes drifted to the large bookshelf that used to be cluttered with figurines from animated shows, now replaced with neat rows of classic literature and motivational books. Even the magenta wallpaper Olivia had begged Alice for, a blindingly bright statement of tween defiance, was gone. Now the walls were painted a cool, calming shade of sea green, giving the room an air of maturity and peace that hadn’t been there before. The bed, once covered in colorful mismatched pillows, now had a simpl

“I mean, I’ve been spending time at Defendwise lately,” Flora explained, “but I’ve never seen you there. I didn’t even know you worked there.”Olivia shrugged weakly, her gaze still downcast. “I’ve been at Cyprus’ office a lot, but you probably haven’t had a reason to go up there, right? You’ve been meeting with the directors or staying in your office mostly.”Flora thought about it and realized Olivia was right. She had never had a reason to go to Cyprus’ office, even though he was the face of the company. “I guess that’s true,” she admitted. A sudden pang of guilt hit her. Maybe if she had gone to Cyprus’ office more often, she would’ve noticed something. Maybe she would’ve seen how Olivia looked at him, or how Cyprus behaved around her. Maybe she could have seen the warning signs, seen the pain Olivia was in before it had come to this.But what could she have done? She hadn’t even known.Flora’s gaze softened as she looked at Olivia, who was still trying to c

Flora sat quietly with Olivia still nestled against her, arms wrapped around her step-sister as though she could shield her from the emotional storm that had engulfed her. Olivia’s breath hitched as she prepared herself to say something difficult, her voice small and heavy with a mixture of regret and exhaustion. "I knew Cyprus fancied you," Olivia admitted quietly, as if the words themselves were a burden too heavy to carry alone. “Even before everything happened, I could see it.” Flora didn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to gently stroke Olivia’s back. She had sensed that her step-sister didn’t need judgment or even consolation just yet—she needed space to say what was weighing on her heart. So Flora let her continue, her fingers still moving softly in comforting circles. Olivia swallowed hard, her next words filled with a sadness that seemed to have been lodged deep inside her for years. “Cyprus is the first man I’ve fallen